Trigger Warning

Trigger Warning.
This Blog is intended to be the full truth about our lives. It will be graphic. Please show self care when reading it.
Do not proceed if you find Child sexual and physical abuse distressing.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

I Hate Him!

Maurice Elliot, I hate him, I hate everything about him. and most of all I hate the people who cant see what he has done. Those who fall for his lies and deception. We will never be free because of them. When will we stand up against the those who pursue the abuse and destruction of out children. It is their lives we sacrifice, and our dignity, for those who refuse to protect a child, will themselves never be free. Have we lost our humanity, or did we never really have it to start with.
Scarlet children, lost in a sea of blood, never to be free, because of you and me!!

Tainted Blessings

I have very few good memories of my father. But one has been with me all these years. When we were tired and couldn't sleep, my father would come into my room, he had a special way of getting us to sleep and make us feel it was all ok. It never took too long and we would be fast asleep. For years, we have found this comforting and as usual sleep is never far away. When we are sick, as we are  now, we long for someone to come and sooth me and make me feel loved and comforted, like he used too. It is one of the few comforts we have taken from our childhood into adult life, but now it is gone too. You see my father, Maurie, didn't just want to come and visit us in the middle of the night for his own comfort, no that was too simple and no profit to him. He had bigger plans for us. He could profit from us and make money and friends from what we would be forced to do. But children can be difficult, they will resist and tell others about what is going on. There is really only one way to keep them under your control. Mind Control and programming. Getting a very young child, hypnotising and programming her mind so that you have total control over her actions. With the right codes you can get her to do whatever you have programmed her to do. And yes before you ask, that includes ANY deed they wanted us to do. Mind control at its most evil.
My father had been doing this with us from the time we were a very small baby. What we are learning now is some of the triggers and codes used to set things off. How my dad used to get us to sleep was one of them. Yes we went to sleep quickly and easily, but only because it was part of the programming so that he could have his way with us. Suddenly one of our great comforts is taken from us and we are forced again to see our life as it was and is, in another totally different light. Did he ever do anything for or to us merely out of love, or was everything just part of his evil scheme to abuse and profit from us? Little by little, we are learning that we only have the future and the life we can build for ourselves now. It will always carry the weight and trauma of the past, and we will never be free from his clutches. But bit by bit we will fight to find a life for us in a world that doesn't understand nor accept the truth of who we are. Merely a pawn in a truly evil and sadistic game.

Pink Ice cream.

Pink ice cream melting, running down on the outside floor. I wouldn't eat it, I know better than that, Its not safe. It makes you sick and then 'they' get you. I tried to tell them not to eat it, but they wouldn't listen. Sometimes there is chocolate ice cream, but mostly it is pink.
They get so excited when they see it, they never think about what is to come. But I do, I know what is to come. "They" take them inside now, but I'm not going, I haven't gone to sleep yet, so they will leave me for later when the others are resting. I tried to tell my sister not to eat it either, but she never listens. They took her inside too. They will be back for me when they are finished with the others. I will have to pay for not eating it, but I don't want to feel the way it makes me feel, I would rather put up with the pain. They hate me, I fight too hard. Not like the little ones who are two young and give in. I will never take it, I hate feeling that sick, I hate that ice cream and what it will do to me. They never let you go.
There is pink ice cream running down and melting on the outside floor. But I wont eat it, I know what it does. You cant make me. But I will pay.