Natural Thinking by Ria Walton

the frondescence of flourishing leaves  coming to life the essence of new life for spring the re birth of trees the birds singing their melodies sweet songs of morning nature alive with fresh new growth buds blooming their energy forthwith to bring, the floral...

The Three Girls Workshop

Three Girls Workshop With lockdown having restricted the hosting of events ‘in person’ the Foundation recently ran on online meet-up centred around the BAFTA award winning BBC mini-series Three Girls.  The programme (for which Maggie worked as the Programme...


By Ryan Hooper, PA Chief Reporter  A new, specific law is required to give more rights to those affected by crime, the Victims' Commissioner for England and Wales has said. Dame Vera Baird QC said a change of culture'' was long overdue'' to look after'' victims of...

“I feel lost, and I don’t know if this pain will ever leave me…..”

I  was abused from age 7 to 20. No one in my life knows except doctors/counsellors/helplines or the occasional Samaritan. I carry on every day like I'm absolutely fine. No one would ever know.   It's almost like having two lives which makes me very sad. I was...

Poem 2 by Michelle

In these eyes I hold the key, To a life you will never see. Beneath the surface of fake smiles


My name is Dez (AKA Loveartpix) & I am a self-taught Creative Artist from Manchester. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder over 10 years ago & more recently autism, a diagnosis I am now beginning to come to terms with & better understand. From an early...

Poem by Michelle

I am lost in this darkness, I can't see a light Tormented by my demons, they come worse at night.   I am lost in this spiral of unspeakable pain Longing for a rainbow that comes after the rain.   My head, it's pounding...

I Came as a Survivor, now I am an Ambassador

I initially came to foundation as a survivor that needed help. The only service that was helping me at the time was recovery, I had been laughed at by a few police officers and a member of the council had labelled me she was at that children’s home a home where I was...

I still struggle with the frustrations that the police did a ‘half-assed’ job and that monster is still walking the streets, free to do whatever he likes…..

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share my story. It has been almost 11 years since this happened to me, and I have never tried to deal with it. I just tucked it away in a little box in my mind and hoped that it would go away. Recently I took the first steps...

I AM BAD by Nic Welsh

Categories - Survivor Poems

How a child feels when they are chucked around the system

I am bad

I know I am bad as my Mum doesn’t  want me

That’s why I’m in care

If she wanted me, I’d still be with her

I am bad

I know I’m bad as I’ve had nine placements

In three years

No one can cope with me

I don’t blame them

I am bad

I know I’m bad as every school I go to tells me I am

I’m always in isolation, detention or excluded

I’m always on the shite list

I am bad

I know I’m bad coz the social worker made me sign a behaviour agreement

I wanted to stick to it, but I couldn’t

Everything I do is wrong

I am bad

I know I’m bad coz I listened to my last foster carers on the phone

Shirley told the agency that she couldn’t cope with me anymore

She thinks I’ve got serious mental health problems

So do I

I am bad

I know I’m bad coz Mum hasn’t turned up for the last three contacts

Why would she?

Who wants to see such a bad kid

I am bad

I know I’m bad coz Dad used to beat me

I must have deserved it

It made me behave

Why don’t the carers beat me too?

I am bad

I know I’m bad as my two little sisters have been adopted

I won’t see them anymore, probably coz I’m bad

I haven’t been adopted

I’m too bad to be adopted

I am bad

I know I’m bad coz I have to attend lots of meetings

Good kids don’t have to attend

I think the adults are fed up with me

That’s why they keep having meetings

I am bad

I know I’m bad coz I’m now in a residential unit

They don’t know what else to do with me

All the kids here are bad

At least I fit in now

I’m sorry I’m so bad

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