Dear Queenie. I am having a difficult time at the moment. I am absolutely out of my depth, the only people who can help me are the ones who have put me there. They have told the most dreadful lies about me. Some of these people are fantasist who thinks that they are untouchable. They hide behind the mighty social services. I am not at all anti-social workers, I have had one all through my childhood. You would remember him coming to our house in his little red car and his black polished shoes, he never spoke to me he would sit and talk to my grandfather the king of the abusers. I do tend to blame him for not taking me away to the children’s home, at least there, I would have been safe from my violent grandfather, and those evil rapists. I sometimes wonder why did god breath life into me?. Abusers destroyed my childhood, my teenage years and now they are out to do it all over again to me. Robert took thirty-seven years of my life then dumped me in a shallow grave whilst still alive. I crawled out of that grave only to be pushed back down again. My health is against me, I have neuralgia it is so painful, it’s worse when I feel stressed. My mental health isn’t too good at the moment, I really am a heap on the floor. They say all the worlds a stage, and we are merely players. I get to play all the rotten parts. I would hate to play Myra Hindley or Rose West, I have never had deprave thoughts, I wonder why some people are so unkind to me? they think that it is ok to lie about me and treat me badly. The support worker from social services said she saw me touching my grandsons bottom and she took my hand away, she has never touched my hand. I am aware it’s her word against mine, and they will probably believe her over me. I must stand up and fight for my rights, a privilege which I so appreciate. My grandmother raised me to love myself and always do the right thing. In my opinion, someone has put these two young people up to disrespect me and stripped me of my dignity. There isn’t much I can do to help myself it’s out of my hands. I can only hope and pray that the powers that be treat me fairly. from Dorothy.x
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