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Monday, November 30, 2009 

Current mood:  understimulated
Category: News and Politics
Male Abuse Awareness Week December 1st through 8th is a campaign to bring attention to the problems society faces when male victims and survivors of all types of abuse are not given the help they need to recover and deal with what has happened to them.  The rate of suicide, violent crime and abuse cycles could be decreased in males if more organizations provided special services to them and we all bring this “taboo” subject to a socially acceptable level, as we have already done for females.  For more information on help for males, please go to www.help4guys.org.
Thursday, October 29, 2009 

Current mood:  understimulated
Everyone needs to see this list of low lifes that support Roman Polanski who drugged raped and according to USA TODAY sodomised a 13 year old girl.  Please look closely so you can avoid supporting thier movies and TV shows.  I pray that this will knock them all OUT of thier celebrity status.
http://www.popcrunch.com/celebrities-support-polanski/comment-page-1/#comment-102088
Monday, September 28, 2009 

Current mood:  thoughtful

Bijou Phillips "heartbroken" she was left alone with her father as a
teenager.

Actress Bijou Phillips says she knew her half-sister Mackenzie Phillips had consensual sex with their father, Mamas and the Papas leader John Phillips.
In a statement read by Oprah Winfrey on her talk show Friday, Bijou Phillips says she was 13 years old when Mackenzie Phillips told her about the sexual
relationship.  Bijou Phillips, now 29, says the news was confusing and scary, and that it was "heartbreaking" to think her family would leave her alone with her father knowing what he did
Appearing on "The Oprah Winfrey Show" Friday, Mackenzie Phillips said their father "had changed his ways as much as he was able to" and that she felt
Bijou Phillips was safe.  But Mackenzie says she did go get her sister when she "felt like she wasn't
being watched properly."  Mackenzie Phillips claims in a new book that she had a long-term incestuous
relationship with her father, musician John Phillips of the 60's group the Mamas and the Papas.
In "High on Arrival," her new tell-all book which hits stores today, the former "One Day at a Time" star says her first recollection of her father
having sex with her was on the night before her wedding to Jeff Sessler, a member of the Rolling Stones entourage.
In an interview with People magazine, Phillips, now
49, pleads with readers "don't hate my father."
"On the eve of my [1979] wedding, my father showed up, determined to stop it," Phillips, who was a teenager and strung out on drugs at the time,
writes. "I had tons of pills, and Dad had tons of everything too. Eventually I passed out on Dad's bed.
"My father was not a man with boundaries. He was full of love and he was sick with drugs. I woke up that night from a blackout to find myself having
sex with my own father. Had this happened before? I didn't know. All I can say is that it was the first time I was aware of it."
According to Phillips, the relationship eventually became consensual and continued for ten years.
Phillips also told talk-show queen Oprah Winfrey that it was her father who shot her up for the first time with cocaine when she was just ten years old.
"I remember going into my room, I was crouched on the floor. ... He put the needle in my arm and put the plunger in and he missed," she says. "He missed
the vein and my whole arm went numb."
The actress went on to endure severe drug addiction, which cost her role on "One Day at a Time," divorce and an eventual felony cocaine possession
charge in 2008. Phillip's half-sister Chynna Phillips, who was the front-woman for the band
Wilson-Phillips, said she was shocked when Mackenzie told her the news. In an interview with Us magazine, she says "somebody could have dropped a piano on my head and I probably
wouldn't have felt it. But I knew it was true. I mean, who in their right mind would make such a claim if it wasn't true?"
Upon hearing the news, she went into "a deep sadness and depression for about 10 days. A part of me died when I found out. "After long nights of heroin use, she's claiming that she once woke up and
that my father was on top of her having sex with her," Chynna told Us Weekly. "Was he actually raping her? I don't know. Do I believe that they
had an incestuous relationship and that it went on for 10 years? Yes."


http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,555662,00.html?test=faces



Those who arrested Roman Polanski have ignored his victim


The most important person in the story of Roman Polanski's arrest in ....Switzerland.... at the weekend is Samantha Gailey, a middle-aged bookkeeper living quietly with her family in ....Hawaii..... In 1977, as a 13-year-old in ....Hollywood...., Gailey was given champagne and drugs by the director, who then had sex with her.
....
Polanski, who was then aged 44, pleaded guilty to unlawful sex with a minor, spent 42 days in prison in Chino, California, and was due to be sentenced to time served when it became clear that the deal his lawyers had negotiated with the prosecution was not to be honoured – and he would have had to spend much more time in jail than had been agreed. He fled the ....United States.... in 1978 and has never returned.
....
Seven years ago, after Polanski had won an Oscar for his film The Pianist, the case came once again under scrutiny in the ....US..... Gailey was tracked down to her home in ....Hawaii.... where she had settled with her husband and three children. In a television interview, she did not exonerate Polanski for the way in which he had taken advantage of her – "what he did to me was wrong" – but she did say that she had felt more damaged by the media's subsequent handling of her case than by what had happened to her at the time.
....
"What happened that night, it's hard to believe," she said at the time, "but it paled in comparison to what happened in the next year of my life … He did something really gross to me but it was the media that ruined my life." As to what punishment she felt Polanski should now suffer, she said: "He made a terrible mistake but he's paid for it."
....
Gailey, who waived her anonymity when she gave the interview, has made similar comments whenever the case has been discussed. Last year she repeated her comments when she attended the ....New York.... premiere of the documentary Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired. She was and remains the victim in this case; and no amount of mentions of the fact that "it was the 70s" and people did things differently then can excuse the fact that a man three times her age had sex with a 13-year-old when she was under the influence of drink and drugs.
....
But, as Gailey has said herself, Polanksi has been punished. He lost what was, at the time, a glittering career in ....Hollywood..... He has been publicly humiliated. His name is associated by many people as much with that sex offence as with all his cinematic achievements, from Rosemary's Baby and ..Chinatown.. to Tess and The Pianist. He has also suffered separately in ways that few people who stand in judgment of him can understand, in that his then wife, Sharon Tate – who was eight months pregnant with their child – was murdered in vile circumstances by the Charles Manson gang in 1968.
....
What will be served by Polanski being extradited to the ....US.... to stand trial? Gailey will have her privacy invaded once more as the details of the case, already posted in prurient detail around the world, receive more coverage. The case itself is already mired in confusion as a result of allegations of judicial misconduct at the original trial and is unlikely to have a swift conclusion. Some lawyers will benefit, but who else?
....
Of course there are many cases of offenders who have evaded the courts for years and who should still be forced to face trial, even if they are old and the decades have passed. War criminals (whether Nazis, or torturers from ..Latin America..), predatory sex offenders and murderers should always have to live in fear of the tap on the shoulder and answer to their crimes. There are countless occasions when the extradition laws can and should be used.
....
But extradition should be employed when the case merits it. We are already familiar with the attempts made by the ....US.... authorities to extradite the British computer hacker Gary McKinnon for the victimless offence of embarrassing the ....US.... military's computer system. Compassion should have come into play there too, both from the ....US.... authorities and ....Britain....'s home secretaries. As for the suggestion that the Swiss authorities have a reputation for punctilious attention to legal niceties, it has not stopped them in the past from protecting the private bank accounts of many a dictator or financial criminal.
....
The real victim in this case has called for compassion. But compassion is unfashionable at the moment, so the chances of her voice prevailing may not be great. The desire to exact punishment, regardless of how the actual victim is affected by it, and to justify that punishment with some grandstanding rhetoric, is the fashion of the moment. Child sex, like the ..Middle East.., is a subject where the normal conventions of debate degenerate very swiftly into name-calling and deliberate misinterpretation. There is no reason to believe that this case will be any different. But the victim still has a right to be heard, even if what she says does not satisfy those seeking vengeance.


http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/sep/28/roman-polanski-arrested-ignores-victim


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LET’S GET SOME OPINOINS?  IS IT EVER TOO LATE TO UNCOVER THIS TYPE OF ABUSE?  IS IT EVER TOO LATE FOR PUNISHMENT?  If you know me, you already know my answer.  ....

Thursday, August 27, 2009 

Current mood:  touched
Category: Life
I want everyone to know my story and this is only the first part


I'm not sure how to start or even where from. all i know is i felt pain from the day i was born. This is a story from the heart and is for every survivor out there. One way or another my voice has to be heard.

I was raised by my grandparents from the ages 3 to 12 before 3 im not sure of the truth about why i was there. My grandparents would never talk to me about it and when i met my mother for the the first time at the age of 14 she had her excuses and reasons but shes not of good character to listen to. Even though I'm 29 i still remember the day i went to live with my grandparents. I remember the van they had and the smurf tri cycle i got to take with me. I remember talking nonstop to my aunt and uncle which would be like my new siblings. I remember getting out of the van and entering the new home with my new family and life. I pointed at everything and said it was all mine now. In my head that day it was because it was where i lived now. Simple kid logic. The day everything thing went down hill is still a blur and lost in my mind somewhere but everything went wrong and real bad. I don't remember the first time i was hit or the first time my step grandfather came in my room but i do remember it happening. I was a hyper difficult child i know and sometimes did things that were bad. I stole candy from the store my grandparents owned i wondered off to places i weren't supposed to be i told small fibs and talked all the time. The kids in school called me motor mouth. I even used to steal just to give it away to the kids at school. I once stole things around the house and wrapped it up with newspaper and put it under everyone's desk for Christmas. I was constantly looking for people to like me so i thought gifts would make them be my friend. Home life so so bad all the time that i was hoping school would be a safe place. Home seemed to everyone else like it was normal. We ate as a family and took family vacations like every other normal family. My grandparent had 2 children under the age of 18 living with them as well as me and they were like my new brother and sister. Everything looked great. They owned a store next door to the house so the whole town knew them and knew them to be good hard workers people not to mention half the people in that area are was related to us one way or another. So with my new family came others i found to be family by blood as well.

While at home i would in my room for hours and play with my toys or i would wonder to the creek where i would stay for hours and just enjoy the outdoors that were so peaceful. I loved to ride my bike but at first i was only aloud in the front yard and know where else. I had a very good active imagination that sometimes scared me because it seemed so real to me. I made up friends and people that didn't exist so i had a safe place to play and safe people to play with. Reality was so much harder. Reality was everyone hated me and know one wanted me.My grandmother would tell me so and the kids at school would pick on me. My Grandfather came to me one day and told me if i let him touch me and if i touched him he would give me things i want. Keep in mind this first happened when i was just a very little girl. He would give me money and even payed for my dance classes. When i think back now i feel like i prostituted myself even though i didn't know any better. He told me to never tell because know one would believe me and i would have to live some where else. This went on and on often. He would tell me not to wear underwear at night so he could get to me easier. It never went passed oral. I was just a child and he was in his 50s at the time. It felt wrong but i didn't know if it was. If this man who is supposed to keep me safe is doing this i thought maybe it wasn't a bad thing. Know one ever told me any different. Know one talked to me about sex. It was a body part i had that made me a girl is all i knew. Why did he want to touch it and why did he want me to touch him? I didn't understand what was happening. I went to school and told everyone like it was something that just happens but when all the attention was focused on me and it got back to the teachers it got scary. I was called to the principles office and there was my grandparents. They shut the door and then the principle asked me straight out in front of the man who was touching me if he was doing that. I then said no i lied. Everyone looked so angry at me and right there i knew i did something bad. I still didn't know why it was so bad but it must have been bad. Why was i in the principles office with my grandparents? Why was everyone so angry at me? I was told to go back to everyone i told and retracted my accusations or i couldn't live there anymore so i did. Despite everything that was going on in the home i didn't want to move. I was told i would go to the big house where i would be treated worse and know one would love me there and that sometimes kids die there. I didn't want to go to a place like that. It was like they created this vulnerability in me and then used it. After that i was known for being a liar and school got worse. Know one wanted me around them and i was made fun of even worse. Kids i went to school with that i was related to wouldn't even claim me anymore. Know one wanted to be known to have anything to do with me. Even adults would push me away and turn there noses up when they saw me. My grandmother would find reasons to hit me and say mean things to me. She did this even before all that as well. Sometimes some would believe that i deserved to be hit because i stole something or acted out in one way or another. When studying for a spelling test if i got a work wrong i would get hit with the book or smacked in the face. If i stole then lied about it there were times she drug me by my hair through the house. Once i cut her sweeper cord with scissors just to see if it would cut. I was curious. When she discovered it she through me on the bed and told me strip my clothes off. She took at the sheets and blankets so i couldn't cover myself to soften the hits. She then took the cord and beat me with it over and over screaming at me asking why i cut it. Some would say today that i was such a bad child that i deserved to be beat by her. If i did such things i deserved it all. I was always being punished for everything i felt like after awhile. If i acted out in school or got an f i got the belt buckle. This was a lot! The one thing that was missing was know one ever asked whats wrong? I tried so hard to gain my grandparents love in anyway i could get it. I would even pretend to runaway. I would hide in the house to see if anyone would miss me. The first time i did it i even wrote a letter saying that know one here loves me and im leaving. When my grandmother found the letter she just celebrated that i wasn't there knowing i was really there. She acted happy and said im so glad she gone now. This family is happier without her and so on. All i ever wanted was for her to tell me she loved me but i never once heard it. She would never give me the attention i seeked. She would just reinforced everything i knew to be true. She even made sure everyone around me hated me. I was just a throw away child and not even human in others eyes. After the incident with the sweeper cord she called my dad and told him he needed to take me for awhile. I heard the conversation. She told him what she did even. I was drove there by my grandfather. On the way there he told me if i touched him i was aloud to come home but i still had to stay a couple weeks with my dad. It was one more thing to hold over me. I spent the week with my dad and had a great time. he wasn't so bad and bought me tons of barbies. He always had a smile and even took me to show me off to his friends. I then started to think maybe he wasn't so bad. He really did treat me well that week. All my life before that week i hated him and didn't know why but something about him just bothered me. Everything about that man just got on my nerves. I don't remember the trip back from there at all though or even who brought me home. I just know i did get to go home. When i turned 12 that summer i started to really notice boys. I have had boyfriends before but just little kid crushes and dumb things. One boy noticed me and wanted me to be his girlfriend but only as a secret. I agreed to it and we began to mess around behind the store and on the hill in front of my house where we kept our horses and chickens. I was so excited that someone was showing me attention. That was the summer i lost my virginity. When school started i was now in Jr high and couldn't wait to tell my friends about it. When i did it gotten around the whole school and back to him. He denied it because he didn't want anyone to know about it. 16 year old boys and there hormones. School girls are even really bad about making things worse. I went to the bathroom with cramps because that was the year i also started my period and another girl was in there. She saw me cramped over holding my stomach. After that everyone school thought i was pregnant with his child. Then i wondered because know one ever told me why we have sex or how we get babies. The rumor made me wondered if i could have been. I was happy to find out i wasn't. The whole experience with that one boy turned my life even worse. Remember i was already known for lying about men so now everyone thought i did it again. They thought i just said i slept with this boy just to be saying it. My uncle even caught us once in my room. Then it got out to my grandparents that i was sleeping around. I once again got beat for it and called a whore by my own family. Shortly after all that i came out with what my grandfather had done to me once again to a girl in school. She reported it to her parents and then it got to children services. Once again it was all over school and i was really being ridiculed by everyone. I had to deal with the rumors of me supposed to be pregnant to supposed to be lying about having sex to now here she goes again with her lies about her grandfather. It even strayed off to i had aids. The rumors got more and more difficult. Children services came to speak with me at school this time with know one there. I still remembered what happened last time i told so i kept telling the lady no its not true. She finally broke me down like i was being interrogated until i finally said yes i said it and it was true. They then sent me home on the bus where i was so scared. I confided in one of my cousins about everything and he was the only one who believed me and was supportive. When i got off the bus i then got the courage to tell my grandmother that the police will be there. I remember this so vivid. I was sitting in my room on my school desk i had in my room for homework when i told her. She then looked at me and asked what have i done then said i was taring this family apart. I then got a huge slap in the face. The police then came to the store next door. We had an intercom so they could communicate from the house to the store. The women that worked there came over the intercom to tell my grandmother that we needed to come over. When we got there i was put back in the store bathroom during questioning. I could hear it all still. They asked them questions like how was there sex life and so on. My grandmother even gasped at such a question and said it was great. The whole time i was crying hysterically in the back. I couldn't believe my grandmother would take up for a man that even beat her. He would beat her over losing something or not having dinner on time. It was one big cycle in that house. Then i heard my grandfather yelling "I never touched that girl"! The police then gave my grandmother a choice it was me who had to go or him. She chose him to stay. They never investigated or pursued my case any further because i did have sex with another boy and had brought these accusations up before. They said since it was just touching they could never prove anything and since i was known for trouble it would never hold up. Everything my grandfather said would happen did. Its really sad when your purpatraiter was right. He got away and lived his life just fine. He was a pro at what he did to me. He got away with it and everything. That was only the beginning of everything. This was the first 12 years of my life. For those first 12 years i dealt with all this and more. I would have nightmares every night and i even started to see things that im not sure if were really there or not. I was afraid i was going to be left somewhere and forgotten. My childhood was the worst childhood i have ever had. The real kick in the stomach is that the boy i lost my virginity to is now living in my old house. The house of nightmares. The house where bath time was never safe or even to sleep.


Monday, March 30, 2009 

Current mood:  strong
Category: News and Politics


If you have been following my blogs all these years, you will know that I post 2 per month.  Now I am going to post one per month and direct you all to the new......

War On Abuse World News Center........

www.myspace.com/okburnin_petra_luna_fans....

(formerly the Oklahoma Burning Fan Site)....

For years people have been sending me news and videos on the cause.  Now all the great informative and shocking news about this cause has a place. 

Please add it to your friends list and keep sending me all the stories and videos that come your way?  If it is not too much trouble, make sure they are no older than 3 months.  I want to make it the place people go for the most up to date News about the cause.....

As always I love and appreciate all of you for always stopping by.

If you ever run into a good story for the News Center, please let me know?





Sunday, November 30, 2008 

Current mood:  vehement
Category: News and Politics

Vocal critic of abuse by clergy found dead

By Brian MacQuarrie, Globe Staff, 2/24/2004  


Patrick McSorley (Globe Photo / Sarah Brezinsky)

 

Patrick McSorley, a victim of defrocked priest John J. Geoghan who became one of the most visible critics of clergy sexual abuse, was discovered dead early yesterday in a North End apartment, his lawyer said yesterday.

Boston police would not provide details about McSorley's death, except to say that authorities arrived at the apartment shortly after 1 a.m. yesterday. A close friend said McSorley, 29, occasionally went to the apartment to take drugs owing to a chronic substance-abuse problem that had plagued him for several years.

"To think he had come this far and just to have it end so abruptly -- it's a tragic ending," said the friend, Alexa MacPherson, 29, also a victim of clergy sex abuse. "Many of us try to forget the memories. His choice of action was to drink and to use drugs to try to escape the pains that he felt and the memories that he had."

MacPherson said she brought McSorley to many drug-rehabilitation centers and hospitals in a long-running, unsuccessful attempt to help him overcome his substance abuse. However, McSorley could not shed the troubling aftereffects of Geoghan's sexual abuse, she said.

McSorley said that Geoghan, who was killed in prison last year, molested him when McSorley was 12 years old. The priest had visited the family's home to offer condolences after the suicide of McSorley's father.

"It's something that you never get over," MacPherson said. "Once it happens to you, it's with you for the rest of your life, and that's an unfortunate fact for all of us."

McSorley was arrested at a Dedham motel on drug charges in July, less than a month after he was found unconscious and in critical condition, floating in the Neponset River in Dorchester.

McSorley later said he had not attempted to drown himself. "I did not try to take my own life," McSorley told reporters two weeks later. "Suicide is not the way out."

McSorley leaves a young son and had been living in Dorchester, said his lawyer, Mitchell Garabedian.

McSorley and 85 other plaintiffs received a combined $10 million settlement from the Boston Archdiocese in 2002. McSorley received nearly $200,000, according to a source who knew him and was familiar with settlement details.

McSorley retained an intense interest in the issue's legal progress, Garabedian said, and had planned to meet with the lawyer this week to discuss the status of other clergy sex-abuse cases.

"Patrick was interested in supporting victims of clergy sexual abuse, and he did not want this matter to be swept under the rug," Garabedian said. "Patrick was a strong voice, an emotional voice, and a heroic voice."

McSorley became a vocal and angry critic of the archdiocese's handling of the settlement negotiations. He attended the deposition of Cardinal Bernard F. Law, who resigned as Boston archbishop in 2002, and often appeared at news conferences about the explosive clergy-abuse scandal.

McSorley directed some of his harshest criticism at the archdiocese's past practices of transferring abusive priests among its parishes, instead of removing them from positions in which they could interact with children. At one of Law's depositions, he refused to shake the cardinal's hand.

David Clohessy, national director of the Survivors Network of those Abused by Priests, was choked with emotion yesterday when he spoke about McSorley's effect on the effort to expose clergy abuse and negotiate a settlement with the Archdiocese of Boston. "By his example, he gave so many others the courage to come forward and to persevere over such a draining but ultimately successful legal struggle," Clohessy said.

Archbishop Sean P. O'Malley offered condolences to McSorley's family. "The tragic death of Patrick McSorley saddens everyone," O'Malley said in a statement. "I offer my prayers for the repose of Patrick's soul."

The archdiocese also announced that its Office of Pastoral Support and Outreach will be available to assist abuse victims and family members distressed by the news of McSorley's death.

At the time of the settlement, McSorley said: "The money is not going to change my life. My heart is always going to be broken because of this. I mean, these are people my family once loved."

But the settlement probably accelerated McSorley's tragic spiral, MacPherson said. "No matter how much money you get, it doesn't take away the pain," said MacPherson, who lives in Dorchester. "The money seems to have been a weapon. . . . It definitely gave him the means to buy drugs." MacPherson said she would refuse to drive McSorley to the North End apartment or pick him up there unless he promised to head directly to a hospital or treatment facility. Garabedian said the apartment belongs to a friend of McSorley's.

McSorley, who was unemployed, had been abusing heroin, the painkiller fentanyl, alcohol, and marijuana, "pretty much anything he could to escape the pain and the memories," MacPherson said.

"I spent a lot of last summer and fall trying to help him get into a drug-rehabilitation program. He definitely was in need of some serious help," MacPherson said. "There were days when we would spend 10, 12, 14 hours at . . . hospitals, trying to get him in. He wanted their help so badly, and we basically got turned away because he had no health insurance."

MacPherson said she did not know what had become of McSorley's settlement money. "He was in drug withdrawal all the time," she recalled. "He would sit there and cry that he wanted the help and wanted to do it, and to be the father that his son needed."

Finally, MacPherson said, McSorley was admitted to a treatment center in Brookline.

John Harris, a co-leader of the Norwood chapter of the Survivors Network, said he saw McSorley on the Orange Line in 2002 and tried to persuade him to attend meetings of the network's support group. Although McSorley thanked him for the information, Harris said, he appeared "very troubled." McSorley was "looking down, had poor eye contact, and was talking about his family and what he wanted to do for them."

MacPherson said that she last spoke with McSorley around Christmas and that he seemed in good spirits. "He seemed to be doing pretty well," she said, and he appeared to be sober.

However, recent developments concerning clergy sexual abuse might have been triggered renewed anxiety in McSorley, said Phil Saviano, who founded the New England chapter of the Survivors Network. News reports about abuse cases in the Springfield Diocese and a forthcoming national report on clergy sexual abuse is bringing attention to the issue once again.

"It's quite possible that Patrick was feeling particularly distressed this past week," Saviano said.

McSorley's death does not erase his legacy, abuse victims and their advocates said.

"Patrick was certainly courageous in his willingness to go on the record very publicly to tell what it was like to be abused, as it turns out, by one of the most notorious molesters in the priesthood," Saviano said. "For any young male victim, that takes a lot of courage, and Patrick McSorley was able to do it day after day after day."

Tuesday, December 04, 2007 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Life

What We Would Like You to Know About Us.

•1. We grew up feeling very isolated and vulnerable, a feeling that continues into our adult lives.

•2. Our early development has been interrupted by abuse, which either holds us back or pushes us ahead developmentally.

•3. Sexual abuse has influenced all parts of our lives. Not dealing with it is like ignoring an open wound. Our communication style, our self-confidence, and our trust levels are affected.

•4. Putting thoughts and feelings related to our abuse "on the back burner" does not make them go away. The only way out is to go through these emotions and process them.

•5. Our interest in sexual activity will usually decline while we are dealing with this early trauma. This is because: •we are working on separating the past from the present. •Pleasure and pain can sometimes be experienced simultaneously. •it is important for us to be in control, since control is what we lacked as children. •Sometimes we need a lot of space. Pressuring us to have sex will only increase our tension.

•6. We often experience physical discomforts, pains, and disorders that are related to our emotions.

•7. We often appear to be extremely strong while we are falling apart inside.

•8. There is nothing wrong with us as survivors -- something wrong was DONE to us.

•9. Sometimes others get impatient with us for not "getting past it" sooner. Remember, we are feeling overwhelmed, and what we need is your patience and support. Right now, it is very important for us to concentrate on the past. We are trying to reorganize our whole outlook on the world; this won't happen overnight.

•10. Your support is extremely important to us. Remember; we have been trained to hold things in. We have been trained NOT to tell about the abuse. We did not tell sooner for a variety of reasons: We were fearful about how you would react, what might happen, etc. We have been threatened verbally and/or nonverbally to keep us quiet, and we live with that fear.

•11. Feeling sorry for us does not really help because we add your pain to our own.

•12. There are many different kinds of people who are offenders. It does not matter that they are charming or attractive or wealthy. Anybody -- from any social class or ethnic background, with any level of education-- may be an offender. Sexual abuse is repetitive, so be aware of offenders with whom you have contact. Do not let them continue the cycle of abuse with the next generation of children.

•13. We might not want or be able to talk with you about our therapy.

•14. We are afraid we might push you away with all our emotional reactions. You can help by: listening, reassuring us that you are not leaving, not pressuring us, touching (WITH PERMISSION) in a nonsexual way.

•15. Our therapy does not break up relationships - it sometimes causes them to change as we change. Therapy often brings issues to the surface that were already present.

•16. Grieving is a part of our healing process as we say goodbye to parts of ourselves.




Friday, September 14, 2007 

Current mood:  restless
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Walking in my nighty; rubbing my eyes
My fathers sitting on the sofa with his friend
He pats the seat in the middle; i sit
Shivering so cold; a quilt he lends
"Jessy you love me don't you" a smile; his
Their breathe spirts weep
"Daddy you know i do; what is it?"
He smiles at his friend; his hand creeps
His friend takes my hand; looks me in the eyes
Daddys creeping up my nightie; cold hands
I try to pull his hand away;
their grip is strong!
They look at one another; nod; something planned
I feel my palms sweat; Daddys under my knickers
"Daddy im going to bed! Night" Pulling again
But there grip is to strong for weak me
I look at both; and ask, who are these men?
His fingers going up me; pulling away
His friend leans forward; a kiss? Why?
His toungue moving mine; my eyes squint
Lean back and away; "Why are you doing this?"
No answer, i feel the pain inside me; him
Chucks the quilt on the floor; me to
I try and scamper away, but im not fast
"O Daddy please, i love you"
His friend; pulling at my nightie
And my Dad pulling my pants down
His friend pinning my hands to the floor
As my Dad lies himself on the ground
I squirm; as Daddy friend pulls me up
And places me ontop of Daddy; thrusts within
I cry; i bite; i scratch; i slap; i fail
"O Daddy please you win you win!"
I can feel my skin rip; my virginity breaking free
I can feel the blood seep down my leg
"Daddy your hurting me please"
I plead to him and his friend; not even a beg
Daddys laughing; why does he laugh?
His friend shoves himself in my mouth and moans
Tieing my hands togather; moving in and out
"Ride me Jessy" He laughs and groans
They smile at one another; laugh to
They roll me over and spread me wide well
My daddy sits on my face; himself in again
While his friend talks and pushes himself inside
I can hardly breathe; i gag for air
I cough and splutter; cry and weep
I beg and plead; but its no use
Theyve already made me hurt and bleed
I stare into his eyes; that look upon me
This is not my Dad; where is he?
If he was still here; would he care
Would he actually even; see?
Finally they get of and lie me on the sofa
My cheeks blouchy from tears and pain
They play with them selfs; all over me
Rub it in; making me feel the shame
"Why Daddy? Please tell me why?"
Dad looks at his friend; and waves him away
"Jessy i love you" he smiles and kisses my cheek
"Is that all you have in your heart to say?"
He puts my nightie on me
he walks me to my bedroom door
Ever since that night; His friend
And himself every Friday come back for more
"Night sweet Girl; You are my life"
Closing the door, tears still down my face
Still the smell of him and his friend
Fade into me like disgrace
I watch the Moon go down; the sun come up
"Jessy its school" Knocking at my door
I cant help but cry; weep in pain
Because im so scared he wanted more
But one night daddy took it too far
Daddy and his friend came back for one last shot
They were worried they would get caught
So he and his friend took me to a cemetary lot
I was blindfolded and my hands were tied back
"Daddy please!! Not tonight!"
Daddy and his friend both had their last fun
After that i tried to put up a fight
I begged daddy "Please no more!"
All he could say "Shut up you stupid !"
Daddy unblindfolded me at last
He said I love you so much
He went back into the car and pulled out a bat
"Daddy I swear I wont say a thing!!!!"
I was dead
After only one swing..........................

 

If you ever wonder why we do this? Just read this blog and look at little April.  I put her photo on my default to remind me that scumbags like this do this to little girls her age.  That is why we fight.  See?  I can't read this stuff too much because it clouds my judgment and I cannot think clearly.  But I occasionally do to give me perspective.  Pedos say they have rights.  Did this little girl have rights??  Hell no!  They want to threaten me? They want me killed?

http://www.oinkie.com/?p=55

Let them make me a martyr.  They are all going down no matter what.

The longer I do this, the crazier I get.  Better get your rest troops the next enemy is already on the horizon.  Just cause you don't hear from me doesn't mean I am not doing anything.  Better rest up.  You will be called to duty again very soon.

WE WILL NOT TIRE, WE WILL NOT FALTER AND WE WILL NOT FAIL, EVER!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007 

Current mood:  ecstatic
Category: News and Politics

PLEASE NOTE: THE WAR ON ABUSE IS NOT JUST MY OFFICERS, SOLDIERS AND I.  THE WAR ALSO INCLUDES THE 1000s OF ASSOCIATES AND ORGANIZATIONS THAT WE AFFILIATE WITH.  IF YOU UNDERSTAND US, YOU WOULD KNOW THAT WE ARE HERE TO UNITE THE ANTI- ABUSE WORLD.  THIS VICTORY BELONGS TO EVERYONE WHO WORKED TO SHUT HIM DOWN.

 

 

Petra Luna's Army AND  ASSOCIATES successfully SHUT DOWN PUELLULA.COM AND CAN PROVE IT!!

Charmeyn, the CIA for the War On Abuse Army reported Ashford to the Netherlands Minister of Justice. She identified several key aspects of Ashford's site that could be deemed as illegal activity, under the child protection act of the United Nations. Which would include making profit supporting and promoting child exploitation web sites. This was done by displaying their banners on the web site and by soliciting to other web masters who also had similar sites containing pre-pubescent girls that if they wanted to show their web sites on puellula.com to contact Ashford for further details. Which would imply that he is requesting a payment under the table for advertising services. There is also the Montreal children's festival that was linked on his site that sparked another investigation about Ashford listing an event on his girl watch page, an idea that he got from Jack McClellan. His listing the festival was a violation of child protection laws. Ashford made this an international issue.

The letter Charmeyn sent to the Netherlands was sent in May of this year. The reply letter from the Justice Ministers was mailed by snail mail August 6th, shortly after Ashford sites was announced to be closed. This is a signed, official document that proves that her efforts directly caused the takedown of www.puellula.com within the Netherlands and that Ashford and similar sites out of the Netherlands are under Dutch Police Scrutiny. The Ministry also feels that child exploitation and sexual abuse is considered a crime and that no child should become victim of it.

There is also unnamed soldier that contributed greatly to the takedown but all information about this individual and their action are considered top secret and will not be disclosed.

YOU GO GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ashford writes:  "The site has not been closed down by outside forces."

RIGHT!  We all know that pedophiles are compulsive liars and manipulators.

Ashford writes: "As I do not have independent financial means, I must regretfully choose between activism and survival."

A 3rd intrumental soldier and pedo hunter, I just learned about, writes to Ashford:  "Of course you had to get off your lazy ass, and get a job and of course you don't have independent financial means, we had your PayPal account shut down. LOL!  Enjoy your job while you can.  It won't last for long, because I plan on circulating your picture to every company outside of garbage collectors."

So as you can see, any way you slice it, we took his ass down!!!!

 

Well Lindsay, you were a hell of an opponent but you could never win with God on our side.  The punishment you will face at the end of your days suits me just fine, thank you.

 

Petra Luna, Leader of the Meanest, Baddest Anti-Abuse Movement ever and proud to be in it with all of you.  You have all made me so proud!  Thank you so very much for tremendous effort.  We are surely blessed.   

Thursday, June 14, 2007 

Current mood:  relieved

Our old nemesis Ashford has thanked me for getting Sugar & Spice listed on Google as the number 2 spot.  He is really number 6 and soon to be no more when we get April's Law passed.  Besides, he launched us to number 1 like everywhere.

 

L.A. writes

"Thank you Petra Luna!!!  Here is part of the result of your campaign to get this site shut down! What I could not do in five years you managed to do in just five weeks!"

 

 

Now we really have to pass this law.  Are you getting petition sheets signed?  Ouch

Oh and something else I forgot about. On his blog he says that my music sucks:

 

L.A. writes

"Petra Luna is a struggling singer in the city of angels. If you wish to know why she is struggling, then go to her MySpace page (www.myspace.com/petraluna) and listen to some of the dreadful rubbish she calls music. It is about as appealing as a couple of cats copulating in an alley in the middle of the night."

 

But in his last message to me he writes:

"Listening to some of your calmer tracks, I can see that you actually do have a decent voice. My university major was music (voice and composition), so I actually do know what I'm talking about."

 

Well I can see that he is surely misses all the publicity we gave him.   But wait…………….I thought that I had a struggling career??????    I must not be struggling that much! 

 Sorry to not give you any more attention Lindsay but your pal Jack who calls you the pedo-king is in my hometown tying to girl watch.  Funny last time I logged into his site, it was nowhere to be found.  I pray it does not come back.

 

Damn shame, I just love calling news stations............... lol