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 Abassador

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...

Many things on my mind today but always on “The Right of a Child”

Categories - Survivor Poems

By Linda Whitworth

The Right of a Child (part 2)

When I wrote about “The Right of a Child”

Almost two decades ago

It was about children from developing countries,

Not here in the UK, I country I know

Or at least I thought I knew …..

A developed country with thousands of laws,

Not a place where our children are suffering

At the hands of their ‘supposed’ mentors

Teachers and coaches, people in positions of trust

Yes, paedophilia is RIFE.

It’s in families you could never have imagined,

Firmly established in our everyday life

The Rotherham and Rochdale  scandals,

Gangs grooming our young.

Plying them with drugs and alcohol,

While their associates line up to have their fun.

And the fathers who whisper secrets

To the daughters and sons they abuse.

Words of special games and beloved prince and princesses

This is their daddy – how can they refuse?

Years and years of suffering

In a place they call home

Cowed into submission

Frightened and alone.

Don’t let them win – these animals

This chapter needs to be closed

Shout out loud and speak the truth

So the monsters can be exposed.

Don’t keep their secrets,

They only lead to lies

Never be scared to share them

With someone you know to be wise

It is not your fault

You are not to blame

You didn’t do anything wrong

This is NOT your shame.

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