You took everything I loved away from me,
Stole it all away,
With your poisonous mouth,
Spewing assumptions about things you never knew about,
Manipulating my loved ones with your assumptions,
But;
Those assumptions were never based on facts,
They were just fabrications that you created,
Because you were too embarrassed to tell the truth
about my past;
You knew that you had already failed me,
So,
The only way to get your own way was to
create a false narrative,
And lie about me.
Step back;
Ask yourself this,
Did you ever see those events with your own eyes?
Were you there in person to witness the pain I truly felt?
I think you'll find,
The answer is no.
You accused me of being an unfit parent,
You told my kids they were abused,
You thought that your professionalism would allow
you to get away with it.
Here is the truth;
Yes, I was very unwell,
And yes;
I did go through all those decades of violence and abuse;
You were wrong for saying I neglected and abused my kids,
You had nothing to prove on that at all.
You see;
My kids had more unconditional love than the world could have
offered them,
They had love, food, warmth, shelter, clothes, holidays, discipline, praise,
birthday presents, Christmas presents, treats, baths, more cuddles than anyone,
could have ever given them, schooling, health appointments, and more.
They had everything they needed from two loving parents who were not abusing them, but going through traumas left behind by a past that you created for them.
You didn't tell the kids that you tried to get us to divorce,
A two-faced manipulation technique used because you knew that without it, you wouldn't get your own way.
Even worse....
You made me out to be crazy when I tried speaking out about what was really
happening,
You blamed me for the violence, because I had already been a victim;
Proven in legal evidence, and closed in legal evidence.
It took me decades to get over the brutality of the abuse I was handed by my perpetrators,
The truth is your just as bad as them,
Because you also perpertrated the abuse onto me by revictimising me.
They call it 'the secret courts,'
A place where an abuser and the services get to bring in their own evidence,
While the victim does not;
A place where professionals get paid to lie;
Don't try to disprove this theory because I was there with a witness.
You never bothered to look at the medical evidence in mine or my partner's case,
You know;
The medical evidence, or at least the scarce evidence of his operation in which only some existed because the medical service decided that the historical information should have been deleted, decades ago.
No;
You were too busy listening to my perpetrators lies,
When you should have been listening to our truth.
Yes;
You were wrong.
There were nights when I had to defend myself;
Can you imagine what it felt like to constantly be attacked by my own husband because of a medical condition that doctors refused to look into?
Can you imagine how scary that was for me, seeing the one person who stood by me through all those horrible decades, and in a hospital you knew nothing about, suddenly turn into someone who was completely out of character for himself?
The man who saved my life, because the local authorities put me at risk?
A man who the hospital staff witnessed had changed me for the better.
No!
I didn't think so, either.
If only you had known us during those years;
We were happier than you would have ever have imagined,
There was no major problems,
Until you became involved and tipped the balance by triggering your own
makeshift stories about a past that you had nothing to do with, because you were a different authority.
The truth.
You knew that we were just good parents who were struggling with housing,
You knew that I had not had problems with my mental health for years,
You knew that despite our struggles;
The kids were looked after,
And;
You knew that we were struggling hard in run down private housing from the return of my first two children, to you taking all six of them;
Something you only chose to do after we got our council house,
During which time;
We were being bullied on the very street we lived,
While you ignored our cries,
Choosing to listen to those who barely knew us,
Instead of listening to us.
I want you to know that I survived the lies you told about me.
Yes;
I did the therapy set for me, and it is true that I was suspended for being unwell,
Your truth about my DNA was a total lie.
Since that day you took my youngest,
I only grew stronger;
I took my therapy into my own hands after I was suspended,
And I completed it my way,
I went on to write, and sing again;
I have a cover coming out to prove it.
My grandkids love us both to pieces,
They trust us,
And they love coming here,
They are not scared of us. Go on, disprove it if you dare!
You are sure to fail.
I'm caring for my husband who has disabilities proven to be left behind by the
cancer treatment he had as a child,
Of which you denied.
I have certificates in a variety of subjects including child protection, child abuse and neglect, child care, mental health and writing.
You said I wouldn't change my life or get well for a long time;
You are right,
It took a long time, but it took a shorter time than you estimated.
All this,
And yet you thought I was incapable because I had mental health problems and learning problems.
Here is another truth.
Some of my kids returned because you couldn't cope with them,
They returned a mess because they were abused by a system that did not care,
And what did that system do?
They left us without help,
Leaving us to pick up the pieces.
Yes;
We struggled,
But we only grew closer, stronger and,
more resilient.
Thankyou, because those kids are thriving today, not because of you,
but;
Because of us,
And there is plenty of evidence to prove it.
Today the truth is,
We are a strong, caring, loving, supportive family again,
Just as we were before you interefered,
We are waiting for one thing to happen which will complete us;
I'm sure you know what it is.
I survived the lies you told about me,
I have proven them to be untrue,
And no matter what you say,
You can't disprove facts today,
Even if you try,
And,
I will not apologise for a past I did not deserve; Not now, not ever.
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Carol Ann Townend
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