Justice, A Mission

I wish I was able to share this story with you, to release it from my chest where it lies, every now and then I have to swallow it back down as it tries to force an escape, sometimes when I'm talking I think I'm going to vomit it up on the spot but I am on the road to Justice, a mission my children are taking me on, I am petrified they will not suceed in their mission for justice as I have little faith in the system, I don't want them to fail, thats not an option for them. I'm on the road to justice and its not mine to step off. their mission to cage a monster so it can't ever hurt another child. In time when we come to the end of the road I will be able to share with you and to tell you about my amazing children whom I am totally in awe of.

You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore.............

Just so much thought used to go into the gifts you gave me, if there's one thing I know about IT is that everything he did was meant to impress, everything is done to get your attention, to impress you. But like most illusions your gifts meant nothing to me, I used to wonder why.................now I know, it's because I never felt the love with your gifts..............even more sick is how you used to get the children to present your gifts to me, was that after you had just raped them................twisted

First contact

I can only share my experience at present, although I will share things my children have spoken to me about, I am careful as to what I can include at this time. If a child, any child discloses abuse of any kind we should all know what to do. In my experience, I am devastated to say, we are still in the dark ages. In today's society reporting a crime is one of the hardest things you can do, when a child discloses sexual abuse, your whole world crashes, to describe it as traumatic is underestimating the effect it will have on the person the child has chosen. Sheer panic sets in and your left in a spin of emotions that resemble a human tornado inside a whirlpool. Or simply your traumatised. Making a phone call to a police station to be met with an untrained bumbling bobby, who simply answers " You've phoned the wrong station, it's not our area." Trying to respond to that and enquiring who should I phone, will only send your emotions into turbo spin. The then fumbling bobby is stumped as to know who you can speak to. Which begs the question, just how rare is it for someone to report child abuse? And yes this is only the beginning...........