John Catlin

What you saw was only the tip of the ice berg.

My Niece has been involved in some of the cases and you would not believe what has happened to 12 to 18 month children.

Watched the program and it is one side of the police I see them doing a very good job and in the long run are not supportted by the laws of our Country.

All the best

and may thet rest in hell

John catlin

SilverScreamer

Not a day goes by that I dont think about what happened. Will it ever stop? The pain and the suffering this has caused and still causes people should not be under estimated.


The trouble is that most of the sicko's are close family members and as such it never gets reported just brushed under the carpet. The victim is then left to suffer in silence without any sort of help or support for what they went through and still go through.


It effects victims for the rest of there ******* lifes, it still effects me nearly 20 years after it stopped and my life is a mess from the effect it has had on my ability to socially interact and my ability to form relationships. In my teens I fell into petty crime and drugs as a way to escape from my fcuked up life but thankfully I came out the other side of what I can now analyse as my backlash to what had happened to me.

As a society we have to change the burden of shame from the victim (hence not my real name) to the perpetrator and possibly then more scared out of there minds young children would have the strength and the courage to speak out before it was to late.


If there was one thing I would truly die for, it would be to end this sick ******* disease for good.

Threadmeister

I can echo your sentiment there.

I nearly drove myself over the edge after what happened to me. I was unable to trust men for ages afterwards and for a while I had a terrible hatred seething inside. I became afraid of my dad, I couldn't confide in my parents as the person was a friend of theirs.
I became anorexic, couldn't sleep at night, my schoolwork, then college work suffered and every day I tortured myself because I thought it was all my fault. I honestly believed that I was to blame.

I too was unable to interact in a close relationship with males for a long time. It affected home life and my general social life.

At one point I felt so messed up that I wanted the pain to end. Fortunately I saw sense.

As a teenager I thankfully didn't get into the crime or drugs scene, I had seen a close friend die from drug taking
But I lied to my parents and friends a lot to hide the anorexia, binge drinking on too many occasions to alleviate the pain.

Needless to say it took a lot to get myself to where I am now.
I am proud that I have managed it.
I will never forget what happened, I suspect I have just buried the memories away to hopefully disappear one day. I will however, be hoping forever as I know they will never go away and be with me till my dying day.
I feel what happened to me was not as bad as some cases, but all the same the mental scars I carry will stay with me.

The sick ****** who did it? free to roam and do it again [img]images/smilies/mad.gif[/img]

This sickening subject needs addressing urgently and with a zero tolerance attitude,