Bob and I attended every planning meeting with children services. I suspect children’s services thought that I was way out of my depth. I am not really. I remember that everyone who sat around the table were professionals.
The range of professionals included certified social workers, psychiatrists and the children’s class and headteachers. Everyone of them would have claimed experience with child abuse. Everyone of them would say they could be an expert of child abuse. Every single one of them would have been to University or received some certificate or certification.
But unlike them, my certification was in life. I endured every type of child abuse one could every imagine. At just 18 months old I had been abandoned forever by my teenage mother. Next, my grandfather had physically and emotionally abused me, this lasted as long as I can remember. If you think I could get sanctuary at school, think again, the headteacher would cane me most days for petty things. She would make an effort to spread my bruised fingers and then make my fingers bleed. My hands never had time to heal. My hands were always in pain from one caning session to another.
Let us not forget the young rapists who thought that it was okay to drag young girls, including myself into the woods to rape them. At 15 years old I became an orphan and homeless and I was taken in by the Salvation Army. This was only short lived as I became homeless again at 17 years old.
I was then taken in by an older couple who again abused me emotionally and sexually.
So for those who are certified, papered to the hilt, and think they know everything about abuse or claim to, please realize that I have almost 19 years of abuse experience. I lived through every year of it, I didn’t learn it from a book . I didn’t read it from examples in University studies, I learned it from the realities of evil.