Nearly namechanged but Ive spoken a bit before about this. DC and I are both victims of severe abuse, Ive been assaulted/raped/you name it its happened. We are on our all the time, I get NO help whatsover from ANYONE for anything. couple of GPs have written to SS and council but thats it, social services do FA, as has a social worker, counselling doesnt help etc etc. as for the police....well.
Remember Fiona Pilkington? she was a mother and carer, and targetted ,and no one would listen to her or take her seriously so she ended up taking her daughters and her lives. and what did the police say on the news? the usual ''oh we were looking into it, there will be a full investigation'' etc etc. nothing. nothing was done to help them. I even sent that story to SS only to be told theyd take my child away from me.thats how targetted WE are. ALL the time.
I'm the most down to earth common sense person EVER so for me to be at my wits end takes a lot.
New neighbours moved in next door last night...at 11.45PM. doesnt that sound dodgy? well they look dodgy. and as usual Im the only person in street that hears these things. If i phoned 101 like I did before about something similar, they just told me to 'log it'.
yet if anyone DID go round i just kNOW theyd find out it was me. It happened once before, diff place,and we were almost killed. People KNOW DC and I are on our own, Im not a big muscly person, I try my best to appear confident etc but they can see the fear in my eyes. DC is 12 now and we've had to move so many times (can never be anywhere nice as Im on HB so we get the rough places, even though council has had like a million letters from me and GPs etc), I had a mild heart attack 2 years ago because of thugs targetting us.
I'm completely alone, no partner, no boyf,and they KNOW it. any friends i have all have families and are busy.
The worst time is night. Its so dark and creepy and we're alone and vulnerable.
I was cr**ng myself all night and couldnt sleep watching these people, and yes, there was the smell of pot too wafting over.
Im not living. This is not a life.
I dont know why Im posting this, not for sympathy, just ...I dont know...understanding? empathy? and I bet any welcome advice I get Ive already done. I cant take any more. sorry, its long and pathetic. and self-pitying.