Hi Folk's
Its a Sunny afternoon in Staffordshire,
I have been reflecting on my life and growing up, life can always teach us something new even when we do not expect it.
After my Dad died when I was a young lad it came down to my granddad to be my role model.
Just to clear this up I grew up like most having 2 sets of grandparents.
After the death of my farther there was a lot of blame and issues between my grandparents on my dads side and my mum and her parents.
It just appeared that where a death should pull a family together it just caused it to fall apart.
So my mums parents helped and supported my mum but unfortunately my mum was not allowed to grieve and move on with her life as my mums parents thought that they were doing the right thing by placing me my sister and mum in what I call a goldfish bowel.
My Mums parents knew every detail about my fathers death and withheld all the written papers Autopsy etc but they would only ever say at any argument "We Know Something You Don't".
My mum had the authority over both us children removed by her own farther and mother.
There were no social workers to help you just had to get on.
Now don't get me wrong I loved my grandfather who has now passed away and he was my role model.
My Dads parents blamed my Mum for wanting to go to Africa for work and it was there thoughts that she was to blame for his death.
What a mess.
Me and my sister grew up financial supported,in a quite an affluent area good education and with respect for elders and to always tell the truth and do what is right.
I still remember being about 12 years old and I had taken a £10.00 note from my mum and hid it under the floor in my bedroom, My sister put me up to it and then snitched on me to my mum.
Grandad came around and pretended that he did not know which one of us had taken this money and swiftly proceeded on a police style investigation of our bedrooms.
When he found the money he called me upstairs and he smacked me for what I had done looking back it hurt but I think now it was more hurt for me that I had let him down and my mum and myself.
The reader must not think that i am in support of hurting children but that smacked backside instilled in me a sense of what is right and wrong.
Anyhow we both carried on growing up and both of us kids starting that stupid age of teenager where you are invincible and the world is one big party and there are no repercussions lol.
Me buying a car with my best mate and driving about at 15 and my sister doing her thing.
My poor mother in the thick of it with my granddad trying to sort us pair of wreck less mindless idiots with no husband to turn to.
My mother in the thick of it and complete desperation would handle these situations badly and I left home as my sister would always be with someone new and the arguments between them were out of control.
So a quick fix move in with a 37 year old married woman more on that another time.
My old granddad always said "Don't let the right hand know what the left is doing"
Thought I understood that but have only just recently worked it out.
How naive I am now 43 years old and I have only just realized the following.
You cannot trust people to be truthful.
You cannot trust people to be fair
This extends to Authorities
The Police, Social Workers, Governments,
I have read many blogs on the Internet talking up conspiracy and cover ups many of which read like some mad conspiracy against individuals.
It is no wonder that these people go insane as the process these social workers and police have are specifically designed to drive a complainant to the brink of madness.
The only trust that is left in this world should be our own personal trust in ourself s, It is the only way we can hold any possible hope for all our futures.
So readers the good news you will never hear me shouting conspiracy or that aliens are running the police and social services.
But I will continue by whatever way that I can to publish the failures of these people to the point of getting acknowledgment and change.
Well the Sun has gone in now so i am going indoor to make a cup of tea
Steve
Its a Sunny afternoon in Staffordshire,
I have been reflecting on my life and growing up, life can always teach us something new even when we do not expect it.
After my Dad died when I was a young lad it came down to my granddad to be my role model.
Just to clear this up I grew up like most having 2 sets of grandparents.
After the death of my farther there was a lot of blame and issues between my grandparents on my dads side and my mum and her parents.
It just appeared that where a death should pull a family together it just caused it to fall apart.
So my mums parents helped and supported my mum but unfortunately my mum was not allowed to grieve and move on with her life as my mums parents thought that they were doing the right thing by placing me my sister and mum in what I call a goldfish bowel.
My Mums parents knew every detail about my fathers death and withheld all the written papers Autopsy etc but they would only ever say at any argument "We Know Something You Don't".
My mum had the authority over both us children removed by her own farther and mother.
There were no social workers to help you just had to get on.
Now don't get me wrong I loved my grandfather who has now passed away and he was my role model.
My Dads parents blamed my Mum for wanting to go to Africa for work and it was there thoughts that she was to blame for his death.
What a mess.
Me and my sister grew up financial supported,in a quite an affluent area good education and with respect for elders and to always tell the truth and do what is right.
I still remember being about 12 years old and I had taken a £10.00 note from my mum and hid it under the floor in my bedroom, My sister put me up to it and then snitched on me to my mum.
Grandad came around and pretended that he did not know which one of us had taken this money and swiftly proceeded on a police style investigation of our bedrooms.
When he found the money he called me upstairs and he smacked me for what I had done looking back it hurt but I think now it was more hurt for me that I had let him down and my mum and myself.
The reader must not think that i am in support of hurting children but that smacked backside instilled in me a sense of what is right and wrong.
Anyhow we both carried on growing up and both of us kids starting that stupid age of teenager where you are invincible and the world is one big party and there are no repercussions lol.
Me buying a car with my best mate and driving about at 15 and my sister doing her thing.
My poor mother in the thick of it with my granddad trying to sort us pair of wreck less mindless idiots with no husband to turn to.
My mother in the thick of it and complete desperation would handle these situations badly and I left home as my sister would always be with someone new and the arguments between them were out of control.
So a quick fix move in with a 37 year old married woman more on that another time.
My old granddad always said "Don't let the right hand know what the left is doing"
Thought I understood that but have only just recently worked it out.
How naive I am now 43 years old and I have only just realized the following.
You cannot trust people to be truthful.
You cannot trust people to be fair
This extends to Authorities
The Police, Social Workers, Governments,
I have read many blogs on the Internet talking up conspiracy and cover ups many of which read like some mad conspiracy against individuals.
It is no wonder that these people go insane as the process these social workers and police have are specifically designed to drive a complainant to the brink of madness.
The only trust that is left in this world should be our own personal trust in ourself s, It is the only way we can hold any possible hope for all our futures.
So readers the good news you will never hear me shouting conspiracy or that aliens are running the police and social services.
But I will continue by whatever way that I can to publish the failures of these people to the point of getting acknowledgment and change.
Well the Sun has gone in now so i am going indoor to make a cup of tea
Steve
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