I started and finished reading your book last night and felt compelled to check out your site.

I myself had a tough childhood-Though nothing like you and some of the other’s on this site, mine was emotional and physical at the hands of my mother.
It’s so hard when you know that your parent has been abused and those issue’s are passed on.
My mother was sexually abused by her father and two uncles after her mum had become ill with Luekemia this hell went on for her from the age of 8 till she was 15.
I kept trying to make excuses for her and her behaviour because of her past but I could never understand why she never treated my brother like she did me(not that I wished it on him)

I ended up in care-thankfully but like yourself I had been branded a liar & troublemaker from such an early age Social Services never bothered to try and get to the root cause of it-they were happy to be rid of me!

I then got into drugs in a big way to try and avoid dealing with everything I had been through and witnessed.
Unfortunately as everyone that visits this site is probably aware of there are sooo many predator’s out there that seem to sniff out venerabilty at a thousend paces I ended up being kidnapped and repeatedly raped and abused at the hands of my captors for around 6 weeks-when they thought that they had broken my spirit enough to force me into being a prostitute, a street walker. As soon as I could I escaped and have spent the last 10 years trying to make sense of everything that has happened.
I am now just waiting to start a new job as a residential care worker for young people with emotional and behavioural difficulties-I just want to help kids that can’t help themselves make more informed choices.

This is a poem I wrote some time ago now and I just wanted to share it with you Joe & others on here.

So here goes:
The Devil In No Disguise.

He sparked me , He raped me
I was scared I would have his baby.

He killed me, He chilled me
He made my heart stone cold dead.

He beat me, He cheat me
into a life I never shoulda had.

He drugged me, He caged me
into a world of desperation.

He was one man, He was no man
He was the devil in no disguise.

He blinkered me, He blinded me
to a life of honest integreity.

He hurt me, He numbed me
to the point I hurt myself.

I lost me, I found me,
now I know what it means to have a family.

I nurtured me, I nursed me,
to a whole new way of reality.

I saw me, I adored me,
as I changed from a deranged wreck.

I bestilled me, I healed me,
to the beautiful woman I am today.

He was one man, he was no man,
He was the devil in no disguise

I am one woman, I am Every woman,
Who’s seen what went through his eyes.

I am one woman, I am every woman
He was one man, He was no man
He was the devil in no disguise.

I am one woman, I am every woman
He is one the one(that) we should dispise.

i have books full of poems as its the only way i can relise my emotions i hope your life is goig the way you want it to

from kyrie
xx