Dear Queenie, I do hope that you are ok I am not too bad ,not too good either I still have my demons hacking away at me, I must rise up higher then mount k2 and look down on them and enjoy the view. I rang the isle of wight social services today and asked if my grandchildren could come to tea with me,the social worker was very abrupt and said no without even thinking. she more or less said that the boys said that they didn’t want to come, what a lie, the boys would never say that, she is in no doubt stopping the boys from comming to my house to see me. I suppose social services have the power to lie while I am powerless. I won’t give up I will write to them, I might get some sense out of them, they must know the importance of family ties. I don’t go to any of those social services meetings anymore I really can’t stand them, they all sit around a huge table they give their names and their job description while the family mumble something like I am the maternal grandmother and grandfather, I always have this great urge to stand on the table and say to those social workers what do you know about child abuse? you have learnt it all from a book, I don’t dislike social workers I always had a social from four year years old until I was fifteen years old. I never spoke to him my grandfather did all the talking while my grandmother sat wimpering like a wounded puppy while i sat clutching her dress. I have spent my entire childhood and teenage years living with physical, sexual, emotional abuse and domestic violence, my grandfather was a very violent man, both my foster parents Evelyn and johnny cocker abused me, johnny cocker sexually And physically abused me while his wife emotionally abused me. I suffered the worse truma a child could suffer my mother left me when I was eighteen months old I don’t think that I ever got over her leaving me. The mental scars never seem to heal, I am now suffering unbearable nerve pain the psychiatrist hasn’t ruled out childhood truma for my ill health. I would like my granchildren to visit me at my home, I want to show them that I love them and they are special.lots of love to you my dearest Queenie from your dearest friend Dorothy. xx
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