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You Drew Blood on a 13-Year-Old’s Face

~ Rochelle ~ Leave a comment

This Is Not Just a Doodle

You didn’t just scribble over a photo.

You drew a target.

You took the image of a real girl—a child—and desecrated it with violence. You covered her in metaphorical blood. You sent a message: She is nothing. She is disposable. She is hated.

You knew what you were doing.

And don’t even pretend it was a joke.

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Hate Is a Choice. You Made Yours.

There is a word for what you did: dehumanisation.

It’s what people do before they commit acts of cruelty. Before they gang up. Before they destroy.

And it always starts the same way—by erasing the humanity of the person they’ve chosen to hurt.

You joined a hate group with eight others. You added a deceased  girl to that group—one who knew exactly what bullying felt like. And then, as if that weren’t enough, you bled red ink all over a young girl’s face like it was entertainment.

What does that make you?

A follower?

A coward?

Or something worse?

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Do You See Yourself Yet?

The truth is, this is no longer about my daughter’s shoes. Or her voice. Or whether she corrected a spelling error. You don’t even know what you hate her for anymore.

You just hate her.

Because someone else told you to.

And that makes you small.

That makes you easy to control.

That makes you someone who would deface a photo, not because it made you feel brave, but because it made you feel like you belonged.

But here’s the lesson:

If your place in a group is earned through cruelty, then you were never accepted to begin with. You were used.

And now you’ve got a stain on your conscience that not even time will erase.

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A Girl Bled for Real. And You Still Drew Red.

Melody.

She died five weeks ago.

She lived through trauma that none of you could bear to speak of when she was alive—and now you’ve dragged her ghost into a hate group. What kind of person does that?

My daughter stood at her funeral with real tears, real loss, and real grief in her heart.

You?

You made a spectacle of yourself, and then you used her name in a group chat meant to destroy someone else.

You didn’t just cross a line.

You incinerated it.

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What You Will Remember

There will come a night when you lie awake, older than you are now, and you will think of that photo.

You will remember the peace sign.

The face of a girl you hated for no reason.

The scribbles.

The blood you painted on her cheeks.

And the way your stomach turned when you realised—

You were the villain.

That moment will find you.

And it will stay.

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Learn This Now. Before It’s Too Late.

Because maybe you’re still redeemable.

Maybe you’re still a child who made a terrible choice and needs to make it right.

But if you don’t?

If you let this kind of hate define you?

Then you are exactly what you made my daughter out to be:

Unrecognisable.

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The Weight of Their Words: What the Bullies Should Be Feeling Now

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Even if they didn’t cause her death, they helped shape her final days

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They may not have put her in the ground, but they helped push her to the edge.

There are moments in life that call for deep, painful self-reflection. The death of a classmate—especially a bright, happy, kind soul who once lit up a room—is one of them. When a child dies, we often ask “how?” But rarely do we ask, “who helped make her final days so hard?” That question doesn’t need to point fingers at a cause of death—it needs to hold people accountable for how she was made to feel in the weeks, months, and years before it.

This is about the children who tormented her, ridiculed her, isolated her.

The ones who made her feel like she didn’t belong.

The girl who told her to kill herself.

The many who laughed behind her back, excluded her, and left her in the dark—alone.

Whether her death is labelled an accident or not, they should feel something. They must.

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You don’t have to be the reason someone died to be the reason they suffered

No one’s asking the bullies to carry a burden they didn’t directly cause. But what about the burden of the girl they helped break down? What about the cruel words, the humiliating moments, the absolute silence in the face of her pain?

She didn’t attend school for weeks. She couldn’t. It was too unsafe. Too cruel.

How must her last weeks have felt—being cut off from joy, from friends, from dignity?

Every laugh behind her back.

Every group chat message mocking her.

Every moment they turned their backs instead of standing up for her.

That’s what they should be thinking about.

Not because they killed her. But because they helped kill her joy.

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You don’t get to take it back now

To the girl who told her to kill herself—what now?

Do you feel a pit in your stomach?

Do you lie awake at night hearing your own words replaying in your head?

You can’t unsay it.

You can’t tell the universe you “didn’t mean it.”

You don’t get to soften the blow of cruelty just because her death wasn’t officially linked to your words.

Because regardless of the label placed on her death—accident or otherwise—your voice was part of the darkness that clouded her final weeks.

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What parents of bullies should be asking themselves

If your child was cruel to her, you should be asking:

• What kind of child am I raising?

• Have I taught them empathy, or have I made excuses for their behaviour?

• If my child was unkind to a girl who is now gone—what am I going to do about it?

Don’t wait for the school to discipline them. Don’t brush it off as “just kids being kids.”

If your child’s voice was one that mocked or ignored a girl in pain, they need to understand that words matter. That silence is complicity. That cruelty stains you, even after someone is gone.

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What we all need to learn from this

We must stop normalising cruelty as a phase.

We must stop treating bullying as a footnote.

We must stop failing children by ignoring the warning signs.

Even if her death was an accident.

Even if her family believes it was not caused by the bullying.

We still owe it to her—to her memory—to be honest about how she was treated.

We still owe it to other children who are suffering in silence.

Let this be a turning point. Let this be the moment we stop excusing the inexcusable.

Because if we don’t—then we are all complicit in the next tragedy.

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What They Should Be Feeling

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You didn’t put her in the ground. But you were part of the reason she couldn’t stand to be here anymore.

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She’s gone. And you kept living like nothing happened.

Not a flower at the gate.

Not a card. Not a candle.

No teddy bears. No quiet circles of grief.

No stunned silence in the hallway.

Just school. As usual.

Laughter. As usual.

Cruelty. As usual.

And that’s the most damning part of all.

When a child dies and no one flinches, no one gathers, no one mourns—what does that say?

What does that reveal about the people who surrounded her in her final days?

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You didn’t have to kill her to help erase her joy

She was already avoiding school. She was already staying home, afraid to walk the halls.

She was already dreading each morning.

She was already broken long before her final breath.

And you knew that.

Some of you saw it.

Some of you laughed at it.

Some of you made it worse.

And now—she’s gone.

Whether her death was an accident or not isn’t even the point anymore.

The point is: her life became unbearable—and some of you made sure of it.

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To the one who told her to kill herself—

Are you sleeping well?

Do you hear your own voice in the dark?

Telling her the exact thing that so nearly came true?

What did you expect? That your words would disappear?

That she’d bounce back? That she’d just laugh it off?

She didn’t.

She didn’t laugh.

She didn’t bounce.

And now you will have to live with that voice in your head for the rest of your life.

The one that said it. Out loud. To a girl who is no longer here.

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To the parents of the bullies—what exactly are you raising?

Do you still believe your child is “just a kid”?

Do you still think it’s harmless teasing?

Do you still tell people your child would never be that cruel?

Because here’s the truth: they were. And they weren’t alone.

Your child’s words might not have ended her life,

but they chipped away at it,

day after day,

until it barely felt worth living.

If that doesn’t shake you to your core, you’re failing your child just as much as they failed her.

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You don’t get to rewrite what you did

She’s gone.

You can’t take back the texts.

You can’t undo the silence when she sat alone.

You can’t reverse the decision to “just walk away” while she was drowning in humiliation.

You don’t get to decide now that you “weren’t part of it.”

You were.

And even if you weren’t throwing stones—you still stood and watched her get hit.

That makes you part of the damage.

That makes you part of the story.

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Imagine what her last month could have looked like

She could have laughed more.

She could have come to school without fear.

She could have sat with friends at lunch,

instead of hiding in corners or staying home completely.

She could have made memories.

She could have felt light, even once.

But she didn’t.

Because of you.

Because of your kids.

Because of what this school allowed.

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The lesson?

If you are cruel to someone,

and they die—accident or not—you are not innocent.

If your words drained the colour from her days,

you don’t get to pretend your hands are clean.

You don’t get to look the other way now.

You helped dim her light.

You helped teach her that the world was unkind.

You helped make life unbearable, even if you didn’t make death inevitable.

And if that doesn’t haunt you—

you’ve learned nothing.

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Keep Your Condolences — They Mean Nothing Without Courage

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When grief becomes performative, silence is more honest.

It’s a strange kind of cruelty — offering your condolences with one hand, and turning your back with the other.

My daughter received a message — soft, kind, sorrowful — from someone who used to be her friend. Someone who had once laughed with her, and more recently, laughed at her. Someone who once knew her inside out, and now won’t even stand beside her in the hallway.

This girl messaged my daughter after the death of her best friend. She offered condolences. Words of comfort. A digital candle in the storm.

And when my daughter — raw, grieving, desperate for connection — said, “Can we please rebuild our friendship?”

She was met with silence.

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You don’t get to break someone, then pretend to care when they’re shattered.

No.

Worse than no.

Nothing.

Ghosted. Erased. Forgotten again.

Because some people only want to be seen grieving, not actually feel it — not sit in it, not show up for the ones left behind.

The silence screamed louder than any message. And the grief? It got heavier.

You don’t get to offer your sympathy, pose as the wounded soul, and then bolt the moment someone needs you. If you do, then your sympathy was never real. It was a mirror for yourself — not a light for someone else.

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Friendship doesn’t end at the funeral gates.

True friendship doesn’t dissolve under pressure. It doesn’t hide when the moment is hard.

It doesn’t vanish when someone asks for warmth.

You can’t send your “I’m so sorry for your loss” texts and then vanish when someone asks for human connection. That’s not kindness — that’s cowardice.

And to those who perform compassion while refusing to practice it — let me tell you something painful:

Your fake condolences are more hurtful than saying nothing at all.

Because pretending to care is not harmless.

It’s another form of emotional abandonment — and sometimes, it hurts just as much as the loss.

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WARNING: Do NOT Feed The Narcissist!

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We fed the narcissist – completely unaware of the consequences. Nobody warned us – and we were too young to understand the dangers. We just knew that defying her meant facing a wrath we could not survive.

We enabled her – as did everyone who knew it was best for their own well-being. From family, to friends, to work colleagues – we all knew that to challenge her meant being ensnared in a web of lies, dragged down into her toxic world. Confrontation was never really an option, so we chose peace – a peace that stretched into decades.

But what happens when the narcissist gets sick? Hospitalized, her fabricated stories now target medical professionals. She claims to walk around her room, but the evidence tells a different story. The medical staff reveal her non-compliance with therapy, her refusal to engage with rehabilitation. Yet, she insists she walks unaided, even accusing the nurses of dropping her. 

It’s not just a matter of who you believe when your entire life has been shaped by her lies –  the medical professionals or the toxic narcissist… you’ve seen her twist words into weapons, turn family against family with a mere whisper for your entire life.

Now it’s a matter of breaking your own toxic cycle. Realising that you are safe and that you no longer need to play pretend enabling her evil behaviour – allowing her fabricated world to continue turning.

Easier said than done though – especially as you watch this person, once a towering figure of control, now frail and weakened in a hospital bed… relying on you for assistance, for support, to be there for them in their time of need – in a capacity that they have never in their lifetime been there for you. 

I can’t help but question if the narcissist would be in the same position she is in today if we had just confronted her in the beginning. If we had seen her web of lies for exactly what it was and instead of getting stuck in it – we simply stood up to it.

Would she still be as filled with delirium as what she is today if we had forced her out of the delusional state that she was in for so many decades? 

Maybe the difference between us is intention  – her intention was always to manipulate, to control, to bring harm – whereas ours was simply that of peace – of survival.

We saw what she could do to you if you weren’t obedient and we didn’t want to be hated the way anyone was who didn’t play along with her – and yet complying with her delusional state never enabled us to be loved by her anyway.

We gained nothing by remaining silent – nothing other than a breath of peace. For the most brief of moments she allowed us to feel happiness – until her next unrealistic demand came along… and once again she began playing one against the other, singling us out, isolating her only children from one another because as a team we would have been stronger against her.

And so, standing at the crossroads of a lifetime of manipulation and a newfound sense of self, a choice has to be made – do we continue enabling, offering comfort to the architect of so much pain, or do we finally break free, to speak the truth that has been suppressed for so long. It is a battle between ingrained habit and the desperate longing for ‘freedom’ – a word that I wear on a chain around my neck to remind myself how far I have come.

A decision has to be made, a commitment to oneself to step out of the shadows of the narcissist’s control. It won’t be easy, the guilt and fear are formidable opponents, but the first step has been taken. A path towards healing, towards reclaiming a life that had been dimmed for far too long, has finally begun… or at least it’s what I’m hoping for – without having to wait for her to take her last breath for us to finally be free.

If I could go back in time, I would warn my younger self not to feed the narcissist because if I do, then eventually she will end up consuming you entirely.

Although she’s in hospital, we can’t tell the difference between her normal state of evil, toxic, menacing delusion – and her medical state of delirium – because we fed the narcissist… when we should have let it starve.

Your Relationship Is The Reason Why ALL Schools Have Gone To S**t!

~ Rochelle ~ 1 Comment

It’s time to own it – the way you entertain your toxic relationship in front of your children is the very reason why all schools are enduring a bullying pandemic – globally.

Obviously, I’m not saying that all relationships are perfect – we all have our ups and downs – but it’s the way we choose to handle those good and bad times that directly impacts our children.

We all know how sponge like our little ones are from the time they’re born and how they just absorb all of their surroundings – whether we like it or not.

Right now they’re absorbing the most toxic of home environments and they’re replaying them as often as they can with as many different people as they can from the very minute they hit school grounds.

They want to inflict as much pain as their caregivers inflict on one another – and the worst part is it’s not just the physical violence that we’re seeing an increase of.

It’s all those sick mind games as well!

Our kids are going to school having nothing else better to do than Gaslight the hell out of everyone they can – they aren’t there to gain an education whatsoever!

Does this sound familiar:

A group of so-called “friends” will intentionally isolate and ignore one person from their group. Or they will spread rumours about one particular person just for the sake of it.

Then, when that one person finds out and they display signs of withdrawal or show that they’re hurt in anyway – the toxic person or people reach out and ask them ‘what’s wrong’.

The victim is blamed – the toxic person claims that the person who has been isolated is becoming distant all of a sudden – even though they are being ‘distant’ because of the way they are being treated.

These toxic teenagers play the worst kind of mind games – they pretend that nothing is going on – all the while doing everything in their power to destroy the lives of other people.

All whilst continuing to ask the victim “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Is everything alright? You can tell me anything. I just want to be there for you.”

They’re watching their own caregivers gaslight one another, hurt one another, make each other feel as though they’re going completely crazy – then they take this sick ability of theirs – and they unleashed on the most innocent and unsuspecting of people.

It’s the most vicious cycle I have ever seen.

We are breeding, creating, spawning the most evil and toxic of children – then we don’t want the education system to have any power in redirecting the toxicity within these children – in fact when bullying is flagged the school will intervene and usually councils the victim of the bullying – they never try to rehabilitate the toxic student. Once the caregivers find out about what’s going on at school with their spawn from hell – they do nothing – because they’re too busy in their own lives – fighting their own Demons – trying to hold their head above water whilst their partner is dragging them down…

Maybe if the caregiver’s partner was redirected as a child when they were displaying this vicious, toxic behaviour – they wouldn’t have grown to be such an evil adult – who then spawned an equally evil child – who then goes to school only to destroy the most beautiful of children – who will then themselves grow into an adult and destroy the life of their partner as well… of course in front of the eyes of their once innocent child.

And so the cycle continues…

It is completely your fault that bullying is out of control in all schools across the globe!

It is in your power to do whatever you can to not expose your innocent child to the toxicity of your partner!

You can teach your child right from wrong by standing up for yourself – and not forcing the world to be dragged down the way you are being dragged down in your own relationship!

The toxic dynamics within our personal relationships are not just a minor issue, they are a breeding ground for the next generation of bullies. Children absorb everything, and when they witness manipulation and cruelty at home, they carry that poison into their schools and friendships. Caregivers need to wake up and realise that their behavior is shaping a future filled with emotional predators. 

If we don’t take a long hard look at our own actions and change our ways, we’re dooming our kids to repeat this vicious cycle. The responsibility is ours, and we must demand better from ourselves to ensure our children grow up valuing respect and empathy, rather than perpetuating the cycle of toxicity. 

If we fail to act, we’re not just failing them, we’re enabling a generation of heartless individuals.

He Made Me Give Birth As Though I Were A Prisoner Of War

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During the birth of my son, the doctor told me that he wasn’t going to allow me to have any pain relief until I told him how I planned on proceeding with birth control.

He said that he needed me to feel the pain of birth because he believed that after the birth I would forget how much pain I was in and choose to have more children.

I asked him if he could guarantee the life of the baby that I was about to birth – if he could promise me that I wasn’t going to give birth to a stillborn – especially given the fact that I was birthing whilst COVID-19 positive. He said this was beside the point.

I was COVID-19 positive, I could hardly breathe, in labour and having a man use pain as a means of coercing me to give him the answer he so desperately wanted to hear. He did not stop badgering me until I told him that my husband had a vasectomy – at which point, he shook my husband‘s hand and congratulated him!

Of course I understand that most people would share this doctors sentiments on the number of children a person has. But what if one day this same doctor’s belief changes from the number of children I have as being “too many”, to the concept of “one and done”…

What if one day a mother is in the midst of having her second child and because this doctor has been able to successfully get away with torturing women during birth he pushes his beliefs even further and tortures mothers as he deems necessary.

I’m sure a lot of people would appreciate or at least claim to understand his barbaric treatment of me, especially when considering the number of baby that I was birthing – however, using pain as a method of coercing someone to give you answers is against basic human rights.

I am beyond grateful that I got to walk away with a living, breathing baby. And I have always held the belief that pain relief is only a luxury. But when it’s withheld, when pain is used as a means of coercion then it places pregnant women at the mercy of terrorists and that is deeply troubling.

I feel peace that I was able to decline an epidural – but what if I genuinely needed one? What if I was relying on one? And as it stood, he thought he was holding out on something that he believed I wanted.

It took me a long time to share this because I know that society does not approve of big families – but it’s important to keep in mind that everyone is different, and what if one day a doctor comes along who’s core belief is that three children are too many or two children are too many… how would you feel if this happened to you…

What this doctor did was torture. Modern day torture.

My advice – never expect anything out of pregnancy – not pain relief, not walking away from hospital with a baby, nothing. That way you’re never going to be disappointed!

You Don’t Get To Choose The Bear – Because You Raised The Man!

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Mothers, with all their heart, are choosing the eerie safety of the forest with a bear over a man. Yet, these same mothers are raising men who are nothing but disappointments!

Women are being questioned if they prefer being stranded in the forest with a man or a bear, and surprisingly, most are opting for the bear. Many women indicate they would pick the bear because, with no information about the man, the bear seems like the safer choice.

However, you shouldn’t get to choose the safer option if you have created an absolute beast and unleashed him on the world.

I want you to picture this:

First he asked her to climb a pole.

Then he looked up her dress.

He then began removing her underwear whilst asking her to dance like a “pole dancer”.

Her brother and his incredible friends showed up and saved her before it got any worse thank God!!

The sexual predator in this case was only eleven, and the little girl that he chose to assault was only seven.

His mother should NEVER get to choose the bear after what her son did.

Perhaps the worst part of the entire ordeal was the school’s response – they chose to isolate the little girl from her siblings on the playground after the indecent incident whilst all the while pretending to her mother that they were not going to separate the siblings.

They took her safety, her protection away from her.

All whilst protecting the deranged sexual predator.

They allowed him to move freely around the playground and during this time he chose to taunt her brother – telling her brother that what he did was not wrong in any way – because after all he got away with it without any sort of repercussions or accountability being held against him.

These are my children. And of all the sick and twisted things other children have put them through, this would have to be the absolute worst by far.

In fact, it was my husband that had taken the call from the school letting him know what had happened to our little girl at lunchtime – for the rest of the day he could not focus on his job. It absolutely destroyed him.

Surprisingly, when I spoke to the school the next day, as of about 1:30pm, the sexual predator’s parents still had not been informed of what he had done – it’s probably no surprise to the school nor to his parents which is why they hadn’t bothered to notify them.

To make matters worse, the sick twisted predator had just been moved into my son’s classroom – God only knows if he had been harassing students in the class that he was in and if this is why he had to be moved into a different class.

Either way, the lesson from this horrific ordeal has been that no matter the age, perpetrators of sexual violence have never and will never be held accountable for their vile behaviour.

Victims and those that support the victims will always be silenced and isolated.

If you’re ever curious about why people stay silent about abuse for so long, perhaps this could be one of the reasons why individuals wait decades before sharing their horrific stories with the world.

I feel beyond blessed to have a son as brave as my little boy and that he has the most incredible, equally brave and supportive friends who came to rescue my little girl.

The aftermath has been truly chilling. The school’s response was a betrayal. They failed to protect my innocent girl, isolating her from her siblings while shielding the predator. The predator roamed freely, unscathed, taunting my son week after week with no consequences. This injustice, this horror inflicted on my children, is beyond words.

You have no right to choose the bear if you have raised something as barbaric as this vile creature.

FOUR Children Strangled In THREE Weeks

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Four children strangled in three school weeks – by the same vicious child – sounds like news headlines doesn’t it? But this is something that you’re not going to hear in the media because these children are in primary school and therefore the psychotic behaviour of the perpetrators is excused.

I wasn’t going to write about this, but today, after being silenced by another school mother, I feel the need to share it publicly.

On the 31st of July, my son was playing handball with his friends when a coward approached him from behind and strangled him.

My son was just one out of the four children who have, week after week, undergone physical assault by the same menace.

Two of whom had to be rushed to hospital!

After the incident, I wanted more information about what could possibly be triggering this maniacal little creature to be bringing such harm to other children.

So I posted in the schools parents group asking if anyone had further information about whether there might be some sort of mental health or disability at play which could be contributing to the violent behaviour of this menace.

I thought that perhaps a ball could be responsible for triggering him to lash out – in which case parents and children need to know so that we are able to understand the situation and keep everyone safe.

A majority of the parent’s reactions was that they knew that this was going on, that the behaviour didn’t have any other contributing factors – and after speaking to the school principal he confirmed that there was nothing else at play.

In fact, the principal let me know that this boy was just being dared by another child to strangle children on the playground at random. Both were seeking some kind of sick enjoyment out of it.

After learning that there was nothing other than a nasty and incredibly sick personality behind these barbaric attacks, and from seeing the concern from parents within the group I chose to disclose the names of the boys involved in the incidents.

Wouldn’t you want to know?  If there was someone that you needed to prepare your child to be around so that they didn’t get strangled – wouldn’t you want to know who they were so that you could keep your child safe? Or for better phrasing – so that your child can keep themselves safe considering that the school has allowed this behaviour to extend across four children’s lives without putting a stop to it.

A week later, I received a private message from the owner of the school parents group informing me that she would need to switch off the comments on my post as well as delete any comments that she deemed “inappropriate” – it should be noted that absolutely no one swore or was abusive within the thread of my post.

Apparently, a parent had contacted the admin of the group and complained regarding the “sensitive nature” of the topic I had brought up.

And therefore I had to be silenced.

Instead of society recognising a problem and coming together as a community to attempt to figure out a way of addressing the issue at hand – we choose to silence the person bringing up the issue.

Instead of questioning why these aggressive little menaces are acting out and harming other innocent children, rather than holding their parents accountable for the actions of their vicious creatures, we are protecting the ones causing the most amount of harm – and silencing their victims.

To add insult to injury, I was then asked by the admin of the group how I would feel if it was my child being placed in a defamatory light – this is insulting to me because I would actually find it incredibly helpful if someone took the time to do this for me- if my child was going down the wrong path and bringing harm to others, I would truly appreciate someone taking their time to inform me so that I could rectify my child’s behaviour and ensure a brighter future not just for my little one, but for everyone that they encounter in life.

Of course I understand that there are the right channels to follow and that the next course of action would more than likely be to place a complaint in with the Department of Education opposed to simply informing a mothers group that we have a potential threat to all children at school.

The Department Of Education however, just like the school, aren’t going to inform anyone of who they need to be careful around and who they should not turn their backs on – and that’s the important part!

Children have the right to know who they need to be wary of in order to keep themselves safe.

Perhaps if parents cared about the harmful impact their menaces have on society as much as they do the reputation of these little beasts, it would create a far more peaceful and safe environment to go to school in.

The problem isn’t that the victim spoke your child’s name – the problem is that your child finds it amusing to watch others being strangled by their own hands.

Your child’s criminal behaviour is what defamed them and absolutely nothing else!