I had a teacher who would launch these as us, he also refused to upgrade to whiteboards
Delusive angie @delusive_angie10
I understand. I loved my dad and I lost him and I still mourn him and miss him, but bloody hell he was really abusive when we were growing up, not only to me and my siblings, my mum also. But I don’t like to think upon it anymore. I hope you’re ok xxso much i wana expess of my own but i cant and i just wont on here
Write a poem/find a poem/have deadwood write prose or ai write it, you don't have to share it, but be who you needed and need.so much i wana expess of my own but i cant and i just wont on here
'you had the power all along'
You are home, you are safe.
It's the others that have to keep hoping you forgot and forgave. You're good
And you didn't become a monster
My dad did this too. My ex would smash up my kids stuff like headphones, computers, Id replace them the very next day. Then every door in the house, even walls got it. I wasnt having that for my kids no way. Off he popped with t carved in his car when i finally got the strength to leave. Took me 20 yr to finally realise but i did.I had it all growing up, beatings, no door, locked windows, no phone, belongings smashed up. I no longer speak to one of those parents
The duster
oh yes, I remember the cloud of chalk dust as it bounced of your head. One of my teachers had a fing cat-o-nine tails as a strap. He used that thing everyday. He was a sadistic t.
It saddens me so much this sI used to get TW battered, like only the seams of clothes left if I 'upset' my caregiver by doing something 'wrong', like shout 'what?', all the while put into intense self defense classes to help with the bitches at school. That soon stopped when the self defense classes had them s themselves because I could stop them doing it to me anymore, and I took a golf club to my 'step dad'. and these were the good parents, the other one was far worse. Now they're all scared of me.
Whoever is beating their kids, they should remember that that child is younger, and one day they may rely on that child as a care giver.
And Mr escape artist pulled a Houdini and was at my door this morning, the ward didn't even know he was gone.
Would hate to be them.
Sometimes it's just a waiting game
Please don't be sad, you can if you want, but it's not sad now, it's the cycle of life, I was vulnerable and surrounded by monsters, it's only fair they should get the best care (I do have a soul/compassion) but they will s the bed pan with what I remind them of. It's happened before and it'll happen again
I once went to knock my dad out with a frying pan to stop him going for my mam and hit my sibling instead. No one really knows man.
Preach! I’ve also gone no contact. My favourite excuse was ‘it’s how I was raised’I had it all growing up, beatings, no door, locked windows, no phone, belongings smashed up. I no longer speak to one of those parents
Managed 4 beautiful boys and I’m so god damn proud of all of us that broke that disgusting cycle
Also for all her sins, I think baguette causing me to having j.lo back on my playlist is the one I cannot forgive
Poor Ashanti
Poor Ashanti
Aye a duster, I got the belt in primary 7 just before it got banned, it had 2 tongues as well. And the same teacher used to get boys by the ear lobe and drag them up front. That was until he ripped a boy’s earlobe and his parents went to the head. They removed him from the school then
I’m so fing angry reading thisI used to get TW battered, like only the seams of clothes left if I 'upset' my caregiver by doing something 'wrong', like shout 'what?', all the while put into intense self defense classes to help with the bitches at school. That soon stopped when the self defense classes had them s themselves because I could stop them doing it to me anymore, and I took a golf club to my 'step dad'. and these were the good parents, the other one was far worse. Now they're all scared of me.
Whoever is beating their kids, they should remember that that child is younger, and one day they may rely on that child as a care giver.
And Mr escape artist pulled a Houdini and was at my door this morning, the ward didn't even know he was gone.
Would hate to be them.
Sometimes it's just a waiting game
Please don't be sad, you can if you want, but it's not sad now, it's the cycle of life, I was vulnerable and surrounded by monsters, it's only fair they should get the best care (I do have a soul/compassion) but they will s the bed pan with what I remind them that I remember. It's happened before and it'll happen again
Your aim was off, your courage was true, and still would be. I'm proud of you.It saddens me so much this s
I don't miss, and I don't regret it. I love when I spot him now, seeing him wince when he walks. A 9 year old done fed your s up. Ya basted
so much for billy big bollocks
(Sorry you were put in a position to protect those that should've been protecting you. But you were the brave one. And I'm sure your sibling appreciates that off aim more than anything, you were what they needed) X
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I remember at 13 getting ”lifted” (Scottish term) with my best pal, we had been drinking and had walked the long dark road home to our wee village from the boys. They put us in the car and basically tried to scare us but tbh we laughed. Probably cos we were pished
Dear Lord I missed you my wee pal, I’ve been looking into retrogradeOooo I just realised like 'where I'd been recently' party>recovery>hospital for a loved one.
I’m sending love and strength your way and theirs xxx
Don't be angry for me, be angry for whatever it raise for you. I'm, mostly, good, I'm patient, they won't see me coming probably because they'll have cataracts and a faulty wheel chair.
I'm also confused as to when we, plm, turned into a support group... What will the papers/fyps say
But it's kinda comforting in the 'specificty' of the phenomenon, faceless voiceless people supporting people while being branded the villains and wronguns by those with louder voices... And yet they are so affected by what is written here.
Poetic
(I need more Esmeralda qifs because she's overlooked and the best of the Disney gyallys)
Well i did its done nowso much i wana expess of my own but i cant and i just wont on here
And that is why i go for sick fs that talk on kids, harm kids and DV. So dont fing try me on that fs of TT
My first relationship was abusive and I just took it. I was very young and I didn’t think very much of it, the second one though really nearly almost killed me. It literally took me years to get rid, I was so beaten and literally bodily broken and just mind controlled. The final incident though, I could barely walk, had a head shaped like an egg, the police took it out of my hands (I would refuse to prosecute before as he would talk me out of it). Even then he was still trying to get back in. It was way over ten years ago but I still feel the effects of it every day as well as my kids, and have mh issues. I bet that CCdevil account is having a field day with all our trauma dumping tonight. But I don’t care, if sharing a little of my experiences helps anyone then it’s all good. No one should have to live like that in fear of a slap or a punch every day and no one should be tip toeing on eggshells or scared of someone who is supposed to love them.
If anyone is feeding off of it, it says how sick they are, it says nothing about the people being honest, brave, and courageous to discuss it.
If they enjoy it, they are akin to abusers, they get a thrill out of being cruel, or reading about the suffering of those who have been subjected to cruelty from others. They are sick, perverted beyond measurement, and many of them will have been twisted by what they faced and instead of retaining their compassion they've decided that that they can enjoy it, which makes them the same as the person who fractured them enough to enough it. - those people are not content, they lap up suffering because it makes them feel better about themselves, and that's warped.
I'm glad you escaped/had enough and saved yourself/your extended. Many understand that the monsters under their bed are human, however it takes a different calibre to share (anonymous or not) to speak about it. It's the thing they take away or try to, your voice, you've taken it back.
