My Child Speaks

My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............
Showing posts with label distraction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label distraction. Show all posts

Monday, 30 May 2011

Sides

To me it is true to say, you can never know all of someone. There are many sides to all of us, to help you understand. All of us have the ability to mask how we are feeling, hide our lives from view. I can walk down the road and meet you, I smile we do the usual pleasantries but unbeknown to you I have just walked out of an argument. You see what I portray to you or what I want to portray to you. A person has many mirrors to themselves each reflecting parts of their personalities. We all adapt to situations we are in and the people we are with. The chap at the bar, always pleasant and quiet leaves the pub, goes home and beats his wife. The woman who cheats on her husband when supposedly visiting her sister. The nursery nurse who abuses the children in her care. We all need to start remembering that these events happen every day and it is awareness that will help us to protect. Our lives are so full of distractions that sometimes we miss what is really going on around us.

Sunday, 29 May 2011

SORRY NO JUSTICE TODAY

Justice sorry no such thing, why, because the people in charge, the government who make our laws are detached from the reality of child abuse. They come from a world in which the only way pain is inflicted upon them is through money. Money talks and loudly, they would pay to keep a Bank Robber in jail but not a Paedophile. Theft of money hurts them more than the effects of people who rape and abuse children. To them its something that they have no empathy with, they too are abusers, abusers of power who do not and can not empathize with the pain, trauma and psychological effects of such an act on a child never mind an adult. They choose not to see, they choose to believe an abuser is sorry, give them bail, light sentences that in no way reflects the crime. Reality check, it only serves to encourage these vile crimes. They house them within our communities with our children. They have their opportunities to re offend handed to them on a plate. We accept this, we have not been able to find an alternative to deal with child abusers because we choose to ignore what is happening right under our noses. Is there an answer or a solution, my belief is there is an answer for everything, we may not know it yet but if we all opened our eyes and ears together we could find one.

Friday, 6 May 2011

Searching

There are many different types of abusers, most enjoy causing physical pain, they have to be in control and physical pain not only excites them but aids them to do this by instilling fear of pain, (I am trying to understand and process this too.) Then there's the other part, turning all blame onto the victim so the victim is the one at fault, you made me do it. To get to the children you have to get past the mother (as I was told) how did you do it ? Day after day I have driven myself to the brink searching, disecting and analysing. Its 3.30am and yet again I can't find my peaceful friend Sleep. So here goes, he did it by using Distraction, introducing problems that weren't there thats how I explain it and if need inventing problems. Somewhere along the line I was put inside myself with all my problems, or the problems and distractions of my own life. I hope this is making sense, anyway left inside your own mind, you are the problem. Like one of those tacky ships in a bottle with the cork in it. Am I making sense?. Yes so there I was in a bottle and disconnected with all the problems, which were many but can't talk about that at the moment. So there mother out of the way, now this abuser is  very dangerous . I never knew someone with so much confidence, something I envied so because of my lack of it, it is only now I see the risks he was taking.  

Monday, 2 May 2011

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