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Thank you so much for this site. I have just read through it and have found so much helpful material in here. I am an adult survivor who started remembering in 2005. My abuse was extensive and extreme, and even went into my adult years. I have been on my recovery journey for 9 years now, and I am at a point where I am ready, willing and able to start helping others who have gone through this horror. I have worked in Social Services for 34 years, have the skills, connections and motivation to build something like what you have built for those of us here in Canada. I have a voice and I am no longer afraid to use it. I am in the process of setting up an asca support group for the LGBT community, as well as for the Mental Health community I currently work for. I am a Peer Support worker and it is my intention to build a foundation to provide help and support for survivors, loved ones of survivors, and for education of professional, and the public. I am also working on my own website, though this is in very early stages. I found the Norma J. Morris Center for healing from child abuse very helpful and you may want to check it out if you haven’t already. My question is, may I use some of the info from your site for my efforts to give back. I hope to make connections with as many sites and organizations as possible so that together we can break the cycle of abuse.
thank you again
Thanks very much for your feedback and well done for speaking out!
I have a voice and I am no longer afraid to use it.
You are more than welcome to use any/all of our site as you deem appropriate. We are big believers in spreading the word and smashing the secrecy – if we can help do that in any way we would be happy to help.
Once you are all up and running let us now and we’ll link our networks more formally. In the meantime if you need any help or guidance give me a shout and I’ll see what I can do.
All the very best
As a new born infant, one of my first memories was being carried by nurses to meet my new mum, the nurse was holding me tightly as she pushed the door open to room mum was in.
Iremeber seeing morther sat on the hospital bed, she was screaming take it away , I don’t want it.The nurse was shocked and still holding me turned and left the room.Morther always said it was down to baby blues although forceps were used during my birth and morther could not stand to look at me.
mother had no time for me, l was neglected, left upstairs for hours , may be getting no food untill dad got home from work.She was very good at telling me how much she hated me.
She was a young mum of 20 when l was born, having experience childrens homes and a foster home.Her mother had problems with being a deserted wife and at least 3 children not to mention more children in times that followed.
Morther was born with polio.this was not unusual for the era ,
mother’s mum used to burn her with cigarettes and cut her.
If mother came home with a picture from school her mum would rip it up.
Morther was taken from her mum at the age of 5 years and put in a children’s home.She told me she was molested at one home and raped at another home.
my mother taught me how to make an o shape with my mouthas in hello , this was a very low point of my life as she did this my father put his willy in my mouth, I was possibly between the age of 1 and 2.
one of the games she liked to play was with a hot poker or coal grabbers, if I cried I got burnt,
on days when she let me down stairs she would put a mirror in front of me and leave me for hours while she listen to the radio in the kitchen.
Mum and dad would put me in the bed with them they would say after I did daddy now do mummy!
I remember my bones feeling crushed underneath my father , I also blacked out, when I awoke mum was in my bed crying that I was ok.
I remember dad standing over my bed on other occasions I’m glad I was able to blot many times out of my mind.
I remember telling a young friend at school although it was so hard to form the right words as my mother had no time for me to learn any thing before I attended school.no alphabet no sums ect.
I told my friend about mummy and daddy’s games in bed and wondered if she played the same games?.this caused a lot of trouble for me.morther lost one of her good friends because of me , I was moved to another school.
She hated me after that.Iwould hide be hide the settee in the living room l would try to make myself as small as possible, around this time my name was it (get it out of my sight).
I remember she was very angry at me, she grabbed my arm and I flew upstairs with her.my arm hurt although it was nothing to what she had in mind.
she smacked and smacked and smacked me, I remember crying for her to stop hurting me the more I cried the harder the smack,
she finised with throwing me at the wall, I must have passed out, It was possibly a copping mechanism, something to shut the pain out with.the next morning she was stood at the bedroom door of our little council house, she called me to get off the bed,
igot up but knew there was some thing wrong with my leg , I hopped to her, she told me to put my foot down.the pain as I did what she said I blacked out, I remember after being tied to the bed with some long cotton sheet in loops going under the bed to the other side arms in one tie legs in another piece of sheet.and I think my leg was in a splint
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