Thank you, no doubt I’ll post beforehand xxxI hope everything goes well too, dogs are very important family members so I can imagine how you’re feelingxx
Delusive angie @delusive_angie10
Abwa abwa cadwah
'are you going to remove it yourself from my *xyz'?
so much i wana expess of my own but i cant and i just wont on hereMy dad once lost his s with me and lifted my full double bed off the floor with me on it. I absolutely s my pants
When I think back, our teachers were just child abusers with qualifications. We didn't tell our parents because it was just the norm. Getting a dig in the side of the head was an every day occurance. Can you imagine a teacher doing something like that now?My child development teacher called my mum on Mother’s Day to tell her I’d given her a breakdown. As you can imagine it went down like a lead balloon
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Remember the old blackboard thing that rubbed the chalk off, I had that t me on the head several times
Oooo I just realised like 'where I'd been recently' party>recovery>hospital for a loved one.
I'll be back in normal cold form soon enough hope you are ok x
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Ewww. Raw chips.
I remember our local bobby clipping my brother around the earhole when caught in an abandoned mechanical garage that was about to fall to bits, the look on my Dads face was more of a punishment than anything. I think I was lucky that we were not smacked as children
I `nearly` ended up homeless, must have been 14 at the time and I was out of it, Frosty Jacks or White lightening was a thing when I was that age and had come home and got a bit mouthy with my Mum, my Dad saw red and I lived in the shed for about a week
I `nearly` ended up homeless, must have been 14 at the time and I was out of it, Frosty Jacks or White lightening was a thing when I was that age and had come home and got a bit mouthy with my Mum, my Dad saw red and I lived in the shed for about a week
My daughter had a substitute teacher who cracked open a can of cider, in-font of the full class. I couldn’t actually believe it. Then I thought if stuff like that is still happening now. Lord knows how bad it was back in the day. I can only imagine, just how awful it must have been
I had a teacher who would launch these as us, he also refused to upgrade to whiteboards
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