Second child dies at Sask. home | Canada | News | Toronto Sun

Second child dies at Sask. home | Canada | News | Toronto Sun

Social services system - AGAIN. Ove 25 years ago, the police told social services about all the abuses of my children and myself. When there is / was sexual abuse of children, the police and other "authorities" are required by law to report to the social services agency. Where nothing happens and after 5 years, records are destroyed.

At present, there is a report on the workings (or lack of) in the social services system in Saskatchewan. Basically- the report says what some victims have been saying for decades- the system is broken. So- now there are more child sacrifices made to the god of "Institutionalized Crime."

At least if certain groups would just stop saying they care about children, there would be some consistency. I guess our society thinks it has evolved, as we don't drink the blood of our smallest victims anymore.

Father of two children charged with their murders

Father of two children charged with their murders


Even IF abuse is recognized, laws, practices and attitudes compel children to visit their abuser. Social services systems seem oblivious to the reality of entrenched abuse which so often escalates.

My children and I never had a hope in hell. At least we are all still alive- I think.This week, two reports released in Canada- one in Nova Scotia and one in Saskatchewan. There has been one in British Columbia. Quebec has had films,reports and whole regions placed under "tutelle" (government oversight). Still the carnage continues. All these reports and actions outline the desperate need for overhaul of all the social services systems. The only thing that happens is - nothing. Unless you count continued murders and neglect deaths of children.

So many years ago, a policeman said to me-" we have to report to the Youth Protection Madame- and they do nothing."He was right.

(For other country readers- very often, a judge will ask for guidance in resolving a custody matter- and very often, it is the social services (a worker) who is asked to provide a recommendation. )

Momma, will I ever be able to pee again?

The 9 year old asked in a trembling terrified voice. I am standing beside her in one of those miniscule hospital emergency room examining stations. Two weeks ago her father, who got custody, actually brought her for a visit. (he never followed court orders) Her sister didn't come. She had marched straight up to the bathroom - actually - limped up- one step, one foot. Then the other foot, hesitatingly beside it. She looked to be in pain. She never spoke. I held back from going up, to see if the wife beater,child sexual assaulter and bestiality practitioner was outside still. He was. Parked. So, we cannot speak. He had bought one of those listening devices. I don't know if it was effective for listening, but the girls certainly thought so.

By the time I go upstairs, the little one- she was small for her age - was in the bathtub- and scalding hot water was in the tub. Horrified, I put on the cold water. She spoke- "No it has to be hot." She turns it off when it is only about two inches deep. I don't understand - but I know it is profound. Her eyes tell me that. Her entire being speaks of trauma. I still don't get it-. I pick up her clothes- dirty as usual. The underpants are coated, in the crotch area with a dried viscous white substance. I think- now he has given her an infection. I want to take her to the hospital. I can't. I have no money. None. I have no gas. I dare not phone the doctor. The perpetrator is still outside. He has attacked men - not just me and not just children. If I phone and he can hear me with that blasted device-the doctor is at even more risk.

I cannot remember the rest of the day.I only know that 2 weeks later I saw her again on a Sunday, and I had some money for gas to go to the hospital. The underpants are in a Ziploc bag.

The doctor doesn't SEE what is in front of him. Or doesn't want to. Emergency room doctors on weekends are frequently beginners. I don't suppose doctors are taught anything about female anatomy from babyhood on. Does he think it normal what I see clearly ? Does he ask ? No. Another big nothing.My child has been raped and no-one sees, hears or wants to know. If I speak too much, my chances of being killed increase- and it looks as though the ONLY thing I can do for my children- is not be killed by him. That would prove the hopelessness of living to them- for sure.

The doctor DID write a bit- about redness he saw - but nothing of the tearing- which I saw. But then- 21 years later-if an adult is raped- there is no operating place, with rape kits etc. -available.(in my geographic region) Society teaches us well- women and children are - nothing.You can do anything you want to them, and nothing will happen. And if you try to tell ? - You are criminalized- for "wanting to tell lies about the nice man." All the while- our society makes nice noises about combatting child sexual assaults.

The underpants finally went to the social services. The answer came back: "there is nothing we can do."

I never thought they would or could- but- followed the law anyway.But then- apart from the perpetrator, the social services were a major obstacle for protecting my children. Goes like this : follow the law, report child sexual aggressions, go for divorce to protect them and self-be blamed for lying by social services, lose custody to child rapist. Some wonder why more sex crimes are not reported -well- really- how inane can you get.

I love to watch Dexter. Of course. I wish he were real.

Every day I want to wrap my arms around my children and tell them I will protect them from a criminal. But that would be lying to them. And now they are confused adults- out there somewhere.I guess.

BBC News - Mother sentenced for abducting son in Isle of Man

BBC News - Mother sentenced for abducting son in Isle of Man

Paul Touvier, 81, French War Criminal

Paul Touvier, 81, French War Criminal

Every time I read of these -collaborators, I am reminded of the absolute certainty with which some people "dressed" as psychologists or social workers (for example) denigrate a proective non-abusing mother, and recommend custody to a child rapist.

October 17, 1986/ October 17, 2010.

                                         The date my soul died with a silent scream.

24 years ago today, my soul was wrenched from my being and shattered.




For seven years I had phoned and spoken to police, doctors, ministers, priests - anyone who could help me stop him from beating me and abusing all my children. Could stop him from sodomizing my babies. Stop him from abusing animals.Stop him. Help us. Nothing.

So I find a job and seek divorce. I have temporary custody. I move us to a safer place. By mortgaging the properties I have. There are 4. One for each child and one for me. For them to have a heritage to sell or live in.

His psychologist has recommended custody to the abusive brute. Again. The first judge threw it out and requested another "expertise". The police, doctor, psychiatrist, a social worker, neighbours, minister- a veritable parade of people have come to the court to speak of our experiences at the hands of this abuser. One psychologist vs. how many ?

Another social worker decides I am lying , or am psychotic or my son has been abusing - or- I don't know to this day exactly why she recommended custody to a brutal abuser. The report she gave me was all whatever the abuser told her. There was nothing correct in it. Not even the distance between homes. It would have been laughable if it hadn't been a death sentence for our souls.

October 17, 1986. The five year old wanted to dress up for a "kind of party at school". Unusual- she runs back to give me yet another kiss before getting on the bus. The seven year old wouldn't go to bed the night before. She insisted on following me around as I worked on my teaching papers. She wouldn't go to school in the morning, claiming a queasy stomach.


October 17, 1986, 12:05 p.m. The door knocker is banging wildly. Importantly. Too noisily. I look through the security peephole. I see a policeman whom I know. I know them all, after years of calling and reporting.  Undo all the locks. A strange young man in "workie" clothes pushes the door in and jams his workboot in the space as I try to shut the door-. What is THIS ??? He says; " I am here to take xxxxxxx to her father Madame." (we speak in French) Open the door. The policeman looks like he will faint or vomit.

I tell this strangely intense young man to remove his foot. In my best teacher talking to an out-of control child voice. He says : "What are you going to do ?"  I tell him, I will ask my child to go up to my room and turn on the tv there. Guess he saw something in my eyes. He removes his foot. Shut door. My beloved always -  oh - so - pale child goes upstairs like a ghost.

I phone a neighbour friend. I can hardly dial. My entire body is shaking.  Friend comes. I tell her- he says he is to bring xxxxxxx to her father but there are no papers or judgement. Nothing. She verbally blasts the young man- in English. Well- he would understand the tone.

Finally he tells me to go upstairs and tell the child she is to go and live with her father. (From her behaviour, she already knew- but I didn't) I said. No. I will NOT tell a child she has to go and live with her abuser. It is insanity. You tell her. Before you do, write down what you are doing here and why. Sign and date it. He did.  I had no paper or warning - nothing - I had phoned my lawyer. Of course- it was noon and the offices were closed.

And then my soul walked out the door and that was it.

This paper is marching with a friend, in Rimouski. Symbolic. To carry our silent screams to the Marche Mondiale des Femmes. On October 17, 2010.

To Kill a - - - - -(not a mockingbird-)

© The Fermanagh Herald - News Index

Well- raping a baby often does kill them. I know of someone who sodomized his own children- the mother thought they were going to die. The perpetrator wouldn't allow the mother to take the infants to hospital (of course) -She didn't- the perp had tried to kill the mother- so she thought she risked death herself if she "disobeyed" and then- the children would have no-one to protect them.This child rapist later got custody of his tiny victims.

No surprise there- all a child rapist/wife beater/ bestiality practicing perp has to do when a mother asks for divorce, is get a pro pedo lawyer and psychologist- and some pro-pedo friends to help- and- bingo- the criminals get custody ! Social services will help a lot, too. They have no knowledge of these -actions-it would seem. They just run with- "the mother is crazy- and/or being mean- " - whatever the perp tells them. Then they push for family reunification. Insane.

Strange to see the name of my ancestors' town - Fermanagh-

I am sure babies died like this in the past- and no-one realized why - - -
Guess one could call that - progress ?????????

Dastardly Dads: Sexually abusive dad jailed for 4 1/2 years (Calgary, Canada)

Dastardly Dads: Sexually abusive dad jailed for 4 1/2 years (Calgary, Canada)

Reports like this are vital- information to the public. The victims need to tell police themselves- and way before the abuser has a hint that they or their mother might-. Bt then- it is often too late. The abuser can manipulate-or terrify or both and more- and the victims are silenced.

Always tell police FIRST- never social sevices first- the children risk being silenced or removed-(from the home). Then if a non-abusing parent asks for divorce- custody can be lost-to the abuser. Insane- but- it happens- and way too often. Only once is too often.

Thank goodness the victims spoke- and to the police.

Pimping Our Children

Two news items have me once again- completely disgusted with our "society" in North America. The first is concerning a Mr. Colvin ,who was apparently doing his job properly, and sending information he gathered, about the torture of prisoners in Afghanistan. These were prisoners Canada released to the Afghan government -where they were tortured in Afghan prisons.  Reporters have filmed reports before. The Canadian government appeared to  be defaming Mr. Colvin for doing his job- covering up -either their lack of concern at the time the reports were received, or- covering up the studied inattention to these reports. Whatever the reason for this -behaviour- "destroy the whistleblower" - it further adds to the Canadian public's distrust of this present (Conservative ) government. The story smacks of dishonesty, unethical behavior and a lack of transparency.

The other story- bits and pieces of which were seen on Oprah- so- worldwide exposure- , is the story saying a mother pimped out her daughter - ostensibly to pay a debt. The child was murdered. Died , it would seem, as a result of her rape. The child was five years old.

My reaction is basically- so- what's new ? I know the story of a mother who duly reported (in terror ) the sodomy of her babies, the sexual abuse/aggression of her children and her own beatings at the hands of the same perp- reported to police, hospitals,doctor- as did neighbours who witnessed other -unacceptable behaviors. The police and doctors (for example) must by law, report to the social services.  All these behaviors- are against the laws of many countries.(child rape, pimping a child/baby, child pornography, bestiality and trying to kill another person.)

In a sense- this mother was whistle blowing -on the perp. What happened ? Well- the police told her that they had to report to social services-and then added- "but they never do anything". And- nothing happened.
When this mother sought divorce to save herself and her children-SHE was blamed for- lord knows- anything and everything.  Now doesn't that smack of- kill the messenger/destroy the whistleblower  ?????

Further, she lost custody of her small children- to the child rapist. Isn't that -pimping ? One could say, that in that "case" - the social services are pimps. They deliver tiny victims to the child rapists.

This "case" took place in Quebec- but there are similar stories right across Canada. The one that comes to mind- is that of Christian Lee in British Columbia. He died. Similar scenario led to his death.

What I learned from this case and terrifyingly, many many others, is that : if you end up with a child rapist -you will be blamed and no-one will do anything. If you withhold visits (i.e. sending your child to their rapist) ,you are blamed and can lose custody. If you even REPORT your child's rape.sodomy- you will lose custody. If you run to save your children, you will lose custody. So- if your child/children are raped/sexually aggressed by their father- the message is clear- there isn't a damn thing you can do.

Didn't Kafka write about this kind of - impossible situation ??? -------

Websites selling child porn based in Canada: study

Websites selling child porn based in Canada: study

No surprise here- just continued disgust at the lack of action- among certain groups. The inaction hinders those who seek to help these tiny victims-

What if someone was willing to spend hours-days- weeks- looking at images -volunteer- in order to hopefully identify some tiny victims ??? Would that offer be accepted ???? And- who would do the accepting ?????

Not incidentally- father.daughter incest is the most prevalent form of child sexual aggression - and the criminal acts the least- exposed.

ANNIHILATION

Brutal abuses were so constant, that almost anything and everything can launch me back into the black abyss of desperation.

An article arrives . It is a report about an Australian man who has been condemned to prison for nine years or more, for strangling his wife's cat. (among other brutalities) There was a child from this union.I am not even through the entire article -and -  back I go . Blasted back into hell again.

My eldest daughter, not yet a year and a half old and non-verbal- but very expressive, had dragged me into a pet store in the shopping mall. She had heard a kitten yolping.Home came a little black morsel of fur. Who grew up and had a litter of kittens.

One was kept - and grew to be a superb  long haired mostly black cat lady with white boots and whiskers/antennae. Sweet , calm and affectionate.

This adored pet died young.Result of bestiality by x.  The x who got full custody of two already deeply wounded tiny girls.

Small wonder I have little respect for "the law" , bureaucracies etc. specially social services. It was a social worker who did this to us. Of course there were other players. Notably the x's psychologist- a known fathers' rights supporter- x's lawyer- played a major part in the total destruction of- four people and their spiritual and material heritage. I had no money. So it had to be pure evil. Perhaps with a good deal of ignorance mixed into the poison.

The judge believed the psychiatrist, the doctor, the witnesses, me, etc. He did the only thing he could- and ordered another "expertise". (social workers have the power of gods)

Same psychologist same social worker- second time around- different judge- one known to be- "not nice".(words of my lawyer- being diplomatic)

I don't write many original texts on this blog. So many words float around about child custody etc.- that I am sure they are at least partially responsible for global warming. The words don't change what happened. The words don't change what keeps on happening- all over the Western world.

The words don't fix my agonies nor those of my adult children.(they lived through having their mother "disappear" and living with a brute- physically survived-)

That was not the only animal he killed that way. Another- he made his tiny children watch.

Memories are - - -

hound dogging me - it is like- trying to live with a really massive ball (s)and chain(s)- that sometimes threatens to roll over and crush me- if I am not paying attention. Anything can dredge up a vomitous flashback. Complete with the feelings that accompanied the event.

If I purposely overwork in an attempt to so fatigue myself that I will sleep; the chains shred my dreams and I awaken with a flashback. The beast will not be denied.

The worst are not my being beaten up- nor the attempt to kill me, nor the murdered pets-- the worst are the recurring visual images of my children being hurt. Images of the aftermath. Like the Sunday hewhoshallnotbenamed, brought the youngest for the court prescribed visit - with me, the non-offending, protective mother. The older one does not appear. The little one comes through the front door- eyes straight ahead-fixed somewhere-off- far away- like the "thousand yard
'or is it mile- stare that I have seen used to describe some states noted in returning, shell shocked soldiers.She is dirty snow white. She starts straight up the stairs One foot up, then the other foot. As though she is in pain- like a really elderly person willing themselves to go upstairs. She is nine. Not a word. She is mute. She goes straight to the bathroom and silently begins to strip. I look outside. Her molester is still out there. The children have told me that he bought a device- that is marketed to enhance hearing- in other words, a listening device.

She is now in the bathtub. She turns on the HOT water- no mixing. Shocked-(I picture burns) I say- oh sweetheart- you have to mix it. She seems almost desperate to not have me mix the water. She speaks- something like"no no- it has to be just hot and not deep and I have to sit in it."

Sitz bath. I pick up her discarded clothes- to wash later. There is ejaculate in her underpants.
I have no money for gas or food or anything. I phone some neighbours- to see if someone will lend me 20..00 so I can bring my profoundly wounded child to the hospital. Everyone is out. The molester is still outside.

A lot after that is still not clear. I know it must be in there- in the memory banks- but- it hasn't arrived to bite me yet. I know I had a million thoughts- racing- hospital- can't- phone cops? traumatizing for child. Law says must phone social services. What the hell for. They told me straight to my face- "I don't believe you." I have subsequently never phoned to report. No point.The child rapist is still outside. Right on my lawn- not even parked on the asphalt. Virtually on the verandah.

I put the underpants in a Ziplock bag. Later, they are given to the social services. Their answer ? " There is nothing we can do."

It is the look in my child's eyes, that torments me. Even in sleep. Forever. That is one of my- forever memories.

I can't find a Hallmark card for this event.