Why are you so surprised?

June 2019

Other topics might overtake the media right now but we need to keep shouting and that is why I re-post this one time and time again

January 2018

I wrote this post in 2014 after disclosure of “just” another abuse scandal with some celebrities and/or politicians. In 2017 I decided not to write too much about #metoo and the Mr Weinsteins of this world. That was the task of other bloggers.

However, one thing that stood out for me was, that somehow everybody knew about it but no one said anything and those who did suffered badly for it. The silence of western society when it comes to abuse in all its forms makes me cringe every time I think about it.

And I wonder again and again how we dare to call ourselves living in a “civilised” society. There is nothing civilised about using your power to abuse children, women, the elderly, the disabled… you name it.

It still makes me angry.

And that is the reason why I re-post this one.

July 2014

Happisburgh Ligththouse

Lighthouse in Happisburgh, Norfolk, UK

Ah, another never-ending story of abuse.

This time not tv celebrities, but politicians in the UK. Over 20 years or so politicians responsible for care homes and boarding schools supposedly have used their power to abuse children. Care workers who whistleblowed have obviously been silenced and victims have suffered in silence.

One thing I hear time and time again is the words from friends, co-workers and neighbours of the perpetrators: I never expected him/ her to be like that. They are so nice caring/ active in the community….” and it always makes me laugh.

Why the heck are you so surprised?

If you want easy access to children you won’t tell everybody: “Oh, by the way, I am a paedophile and I use my power to f…. your children!” If that side of paedophiles would be known they lose their supply of victims. Of course, they have to come across like law-abiding, caring and very active in social causes because that will give them credit and undoubted trust and with that, they have free access to children and other vulnerable people.

The subconscious image that a paedophile is a mean looking monster sitting in the bushes waiting for your kids is simply a lie. Most abuse happens with adults or older children known to the victims which means they already have the child’s trust.

But for those cases where it is not close family or friends, gaining the trust both of the victim and hisher carers/parents is of utmost importance for the paedophile otherwise no one would let their child/charge be alone with the abuser. If you would suspect anything you would protect your child.

Even though the reaction of these people makes me laugh, I can also understand it. Its just against all morals to abuse a child and you wouldn’t expect it from a “social” person.

But the reality of this supposedly so “civilised” western culture is that trusted adults abuse children. Many of them. Since decades. In horrific ways. And it won’t stop if you close your eyes to that hard truth.

It will only stop if you start believing children instead of paedophile celebrities and politicians and looks out for signs of abuse in your children and then for god’s sake open your mouth and do not stop opening it until your child is safe. Until all children are safe!

Stop Child Abuse NOW!

If you want to know more about Sexual Abuse and how to spot signs of abuse in children look here:

Parents Protect!
American Psychological Association


I hear your call?

Bees prompt for me this week is, I hear your call! So well, here goes, heres my attempt at a poem using this prompt!

Tweet, tweet
as I sit
In the early morning hours
Tapping on my laptop
There you are
Outside my windows
Pretty birds
I hear your call!


Poetry. Scared stiff

Scared stiff
to go to sleep
To move an inch
Scared stiff
To make a sound
To walk around
This house feels
So uninviting
Scared stiff
To be me
To just be free
Why do I
Feel so terrified?
Just scared stiff?To go to bed


Carol Annes poetry prompt from Bee…

This week Bees poetry prompt for me was “The ravens gather over the moor”.

This one was very challenging to me. But I am giving it a go anyway.

In flocks they swoop
In a big group
Flying high
In the sky
Over the moor
Lovely to look at
Such calm it brings
To see them fly
Oh so high
I watch, mezmorized.


Carol Annes poetry challenge from bee…

Hello everyone. Its me, Carol anne, from the therapy bits blog. I am as you know a new contributor to bee’s blog.
So the lovely Bee prompted me to write a poem using this prompt.
My eyes listen to the light house in my mind”

Ok so this was a tough one for me! But, here goes!

waves crash
on the shore of my mind
my ears hear
what my eyes cant see
a beacon of light
like a ray of hope
as waves crash
threaten to flood
flooding my whole being
hope stays steadfast
and I hold on tight
to the ray of hope
thrown my way
from the far off beacon of light
The lighthouse that is my mind