Tag: dad

  • How Can You Not See Your Children

    32 weeks no contact.

    32 weeks of missed milestones.

    32 weeks missed of growth in all kinds of ways.

    32 weeks of stress.

    32 weeks of tears.

    Missed birthdays, Christmas, hospital appointments, hospital stays, major infections, operations, school placements, fights with senco and myself.

    32 weeks.

    How can you go 32 weeks without even a second thought to two little boys who once loved you more than life itself. I forgive you for everything you did to me. I forgive you all the pain and the scars; the bad memories, the doubts, the fear, the damage.

    I forgive you. I hope the life she is providing for you is the one you needed. Because I don’t possess the ability to envy you. Even though I spend every single waking moment crying out for bedtime for some peace. I couldn’t go 32 weeks without seeing my boys. MY boys. The boys WE created. But you chose to leave behind because your hatred towards me overpowered your love for them.

    Meanwhile I’m doing my best to raise two littles into men to be proud of. I keep them safe. I may not have a £700 a week income like yourself. You may have your fancy car and your holidays, and we may only have primark’s finest for the time being and trips to Blackpool.

    But our trips to Blackpool are full of memories. Wonderful beautiful memories with people who have taken on a role without even realising. People who care more in these 32 weeks than you have ever done. Who hold so much love for those boys my heart could burst at times.

    They’re typical arsehole kids. They cause trouble wherever they go. But where as you saw them as a burden, these people see them as a world full of possibilities. They see the potential in Jace’s destructive side, they see the intelligence in Brodie’s attitude and the passion in them both because at only 4 and 2 they stand up for what they believe in.

    And as much as I always wanted that perfect family. A mummy a daddy; their babies and even a dog! I’d take my family and my team as it is right here right now any day.

    They have the BEST Male role models. They have somebody who will drop everything to see them when they ask. Rather than somebody (you) who chooses to drop hours because it’s and I quote ‘not normal to see them other than 10 hours a weekend).

    I really hope you found your peace mark. I do. At one point I loved you more than I loved myself. And regardless of the pain I’ll always hold hope that one day you’ll live a happy life.

    Because it must be so painful, to lead a life full of such regret, pain and shame.

    Credit Kayleigh Jace Jade

  • Brave Girl Speaks Out About Her Abuse At The Hands Of Her Dad

    Brave Shannon Clifton (pictured) today tells for the first time of her eight years of vile sexual abuse and beatings at the hands of her paedophile father (pictured)

    Now 18, she waves her anonymity to reveal the monster first raped her on their living room floor at the age of six.

    And after she became pregnant again at 13, twisted Clifton Googled ways to make her miscarry, forcing her into dangerous exercise routines.

    When she was nine months’ pregnant, a suspicious school nurse asked her to take a pregnancy test.

    Terrified Shannon refused, but her father feared his sickening crimes were about to be exposed and forced her to join him on the run, sparking a six-day police manhunt.

    Two days after they were found Shannon gave birth to a baby that was both her son – and her brother.

    Clifton, 36, got a minimum 15 years life sentence for rape at Derby Crown Court in 2015.

    Neither he nor his daughter could be named – but the case hit the headlines as tragic, brainwashed Shannon screamed in court: “I love you Dad, I miss you.”

    Three years on, having escaped her hell at Clifton’s hands, her feelings are much more complicated. Now she is speaking out to persuade other abused children to seek help.

    “He stole my life,” she says. “He turned it into a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from – raping and beating me for years. I was frightened and in pain every day.

    “I hate my dad now, but I will always miss him because he was the only person I had throughout my whole childhood.”

    Until Shannon was five, her family life was fairly normal – “birthday parties with a bouncy castle, fun trips out” with her siblings.

    That all changed after her parents split and she went to live with her father.

    The court heard how cunning binman Clifton had “poisoned her” against her mother.

    “I was always my dad’s favourite, his little princess,” says Shannon.

    “If my mum ever shouted at me, he’d tell her, ‘Don’t speak to my Shannon like that’. He was so protective. We were inseparable.”

    So she went to live with him alone, aged five. “He changed quickly,” she says.

    “He’d scream if I did something he didn’t like, then it was a slap around the head. Then he started punching me. Over the years, he burnt me with an iron, attacked me with a hammer, stabbed me and split my head open.”

    Clifton turned her against the rest of the family until she stopped seeing them.

    And, then, when she was six years old and isolated from anyone who might help her, the worst torture began.

    “He got me up in the night and made me lie on the floor in my nightie,” she says. “Then he lay on top of me and just did it. I felt the worst pain imaginable. I was screaming for him to stop, but he wouldn’t.

    “Afterwards I lay there bleeding. I was sobbing so much I could barely breathe.”

    The rapes became regular – and the little girl bravely fought back in vain.

    “He would always say sorry afterwards,” says Shannon. “When he’d finished, I’d play with my toys to distract myself.

    “He said it was something all dads did to daughters, but I had to keep it secret. He’d hug me and promise it would never happen again.

    But it always did. Yet I still loved him. He was all I had.”

    The attacks gathered pace, up to four times a day. “He would even make me have sex with him in the woods,” says Shannon.

    “He’d film it and once made me watch it. I was crying – it was so horrible.”

    At 11, Shannon fell pregnant. Confused and frightened, she hid it the best she could until blurting it out to him at 28 weeks.

    “I got beat up really bad and knocked out. I don’t recall it that clearly,” says Shannon. “But I remember one minute I had a baby inside me and the next there was blood everywhere and the baby was gone.”

    When she fell pregnant again at 13, Clifton again tried to make Shannon miscarry – even looking up ways online. When it didn’t work, Shannon claims he came up with a plan to kill her baby after birth.

    Wiping away tears, she says: “That was the most evil thing he ever did or said. He went into detail – I can’t talk about it.”

    With her growing bump becoming hard to hide, Shannon was called in by the school nurse and asked to take a pregnancy test. She refused and fled. That night, police swooped on their flat.

    “As soon as he saw them, Dad told me to climb over the fence at the back and run across the fields. He followed.”

    They spent six nights sleeping rough as police appealed for sightings. Shannon recalls: “It was October. I was freezing, exhausted and frightened. We moved around all the time. I had pains, but kept telling myself, ‘You can’t go into labour yet, you need to be found first’.”

    When Clifton broke cover to take Shannon into Derby, police cornered him.

    “We tried to run, but a police car swung round in the street and dad was arrested,” says Shannon. Alone for the first time in years, she gave birth to her baby boy in hospital two days later.

    She says: “I loved him instantly. I thought, ‘He is my life now.’ But he was my brother. It was so confusing.”

    She kept the tot until a week before his first birthday when, alone and living in care, Shannon bravely decided to give him up for adoption. I couldn’t give him everything he needed,” she says. “I wanted him to grow up with a nice family, one I never had. I’ll always be his mum.”

    After a DNA test proved Clifton was the boy’s father he admitted rape – but said his crimes began when Shannon was 10.

    Astonishingly, she hasn’t completely retracted that courtroom vow of love. “I’m getting better, but there’ll always be some kind of love for my dad,” she says.

    Despite that, her biggest fear is that one day he will kill her. “I worry about it,” she says. He has a lifetime restraining order, but will that matter? He’ has nothing to lose.”

    Meanwhile, her ordeal has left her with PTSD in the form of frightening flashbacks. She attempted suicide at 16 – but with the help of a kind foster family, Shannon finally began to rebuild her life.

    Now she is renting her own flat and will start a criminal psychology degree in September, and hopes that will help her understand some of her father’s motives.

    She says: “I’ll never know exactly why my dad did what he did, but my aim is to help other abuse victims who read this – so they can find the help they need.”

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  • I’m Sorry That When He Left Me, He Also Made The Decision To Leave You Too

    An open letter to my children

    My daling children I am sorry, I’m sorry you have faced years of disappointment; and have yet another lifetime to come. I’m sorry I didn’t realise your father wasn’t a good man untill it was too late; I’m sorry the start of your lives were filled with so much hate and anger. I’m sorry you will never remember we were once a family unit; a broken one granted. But still a unit.

    I’m sorry you will never remember that mummy tried. I really did; I tried ever so hard. I fought continuously for you all. For us to be happy. But unfortunately your father just could not be a part of that.

    I’m sorry that when he left me, he also made the decision to leave you too. I’m sorry that for him to break away, he had to break you too. And I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from the years of disappointment. The crying at the window wondering why daddy never came.

    I’m sorry I made a selfish decision; to cut him out for good when you were only 2 and 3 years old. I’m sorry that even though that decision protects you from pain; that it also hides you away from part of who you are.

    I’m sorry you have questions, that I just cannot answer. I’m sorry that the men who will teach you to be well, men. Weren’t the man who gave you life. I’m sorry he missed out on all of the most important and invaluable moments of your sweet little lives. And I’m sorry he missed out on the ‘small and insignificant’ factors. Such as your favourite food.

    I’m sorry he will never be a part of the beautiful and respectful gentlemen you will grow into. And that he will never play a role in helping you succeed and strive in life.

    I do however promise you;

    I will always do my best

    I will always stand by your side

    I will never walk away

    No matter how hard it gets I will always support you.

    I will guide you in life as best I can, but always with your best interests at heart.

    I will probably make mistakes along the way, hell I’ll probably mess up on a daily basis. But please always know; I’ve loved you unconditionally, and I will be here for you no matter the condition. You are my motivation, my reason to carry on. And I will forever be grateful to you both for saving my life.

    And I’m not sorry, for protecting you from being destroyed. The way he destroyed me. I am not sorry for protecting you from a monster.

    Even if that monster gave you life. — Credit Kayleigh Jade.

  • Is This The Worst Or Best Baby Name Ever?

    Ok so when we received this message via our Facebook page a few years ago we weren’t sure if it was real but we felt it had to posted and help this dad out.

    The dad said “Hi can I have a post please, I split from my girlfriend a few months back and she’s just given birth to our son, this is great im so excited to be a dad.

    But she’s named the baby Keith, not only do I not like the name but even his initials spell Keith

    K…Keith     E…Edgar   I..Ian  T…Thomas   H… Holmes.

    The new dad went on to express his fear of introducing baby Keith to his friends, saying how do you tell people that your child is named after a 50-year-old Scottish ginger brawler, I can’t change the nappy of a kid called Keith, Keith is for old people or ugly fat blokes, help can I change his name even after she has registered it?

    Mums Advice members laughed at the name choice and asked if it was even real, after a few hours the father posted a photo of his new babies birth certificate and people were shocked.

    People thought it was cruel to name a child Keith but even worse to have his initials spelling out the name too, one woman even said that the woman needed to seek mental health help.

    However many men and woman thought the name was lovely and that they themselves had a child called Keith, but added that the initials was a step too far.

    What are your thoughts on the name Keith? Is it a nice traditional name or outdated and awful?

    Would you consider naming your child this? Do you feel it is nice but the initials are too much?

    Do your own children have different or unique names, how do you deal with others criticising it?

    Let us know your thoughts and views in the comments section