When my grandmother died I had just given birth to my son , I was studying at university to become a social worker and my pops had emigrated to the United States.
My whole life my pops and my grandmother were my only real love and support.
The relationship with my sons father had become domestically violent relating to drug abuse ( cocaine ) and I was suffering post natal depression. We separated and for the first time since I was 14 I was alone with two children.
I was never accepted in my mother’s family back then it broke the very fabric of who I was. I could not understand the hate they projected towards me. Deliberately destroying happiness when ever they decided.
Both sides of my family fractured with trauma , but my pops was a fierce protector and my grandmother adored the ground I walked upon. In my mothers family I was the focus of very unwell individuals my whole childhood and adolescence. I was until very recently the focus of the hate they harboured for me. They have spent decades trying destroy my life.
I tried to reason for a very long time why my mothers family was so chaotic , manic and hostile. My conclusion ? My beautiful grandmother did her best an orphan , diagnosed with schizophrenia as a young single mother. She raised 3 girls alone until my mother’s youngest sister. We had a grandfather for a short time. But when I look back ? I can see , I am a single mother in this environment. That’s a risk to your very existence with added vulnerability ? You become a target.
Fractured “ Family “ ( I hate the word family , in me in invokes sheer terror ) gained access to me in 2004 , I was asked to visit my biological grandfather who was dying ( my mothers father ). He had abandoned my grandmother with a baby and twin girls at that stage ? I had met him once.
The delusional essence of family in my family ? Created an open door to an already vulnerable , unwell young mother now grieving for a man she barely knew.
At that very moment I met the man who would become my daughters father. My beautiful daughter conceived through deception. I was in a relationship with organised crime who cuckooed me even when I moved house the darkness followed. I had no escape back then. I had no defence because I didn’t even know what I was fighting against.
Cuckooing was one of the most brutal and dehumanising experiences of my life. The after affects propelled me into the kind of darkness that people do not survive. It took almost a year to break me down enough to get me to “ Try Heroin “.
It has taken almost 21 years to win my life back. Propelled into a system that makes no allowance for victims of these crimes , especially women.
We are viewed as failed mothers , addicts no one sees past the abuse and torture.
My daughters father has 10 children and counting across Scotland. What we have experienced over the last 7 years ? Fuelled by the same people who cuckooed me back then. My daughter becoming there victim aged 13.
No one knows my story , how could they ? I have only just accepted the depths this went. The last 7 years gave me the ability to heal from the type of trauma that has killed every female I ever had a friendship with. I made them a promise I intend to keep.
No one can articulate Dundee’s lower class like I can. That’s fact.
My whole life I have been held to ransoms by fake love.
When he died I lost my best friend. Granted a best friend found in Chaos but one nevertheless. He was the first man since my father left that wanted to truly protect and love my kids and I. He was an incredible father to Abbigail , he invested in my boys. But addiction was never far away , creeping around our hearts like a snake on the prowl for its next victim.
Pre-existing addiction stole from us , combined with the type of trauma that had already claimed his family members. All victims of historical child abuse that ricocheted through the generations in his family like a cluster bomb.
A true trauma bond , we had an unspoken understanding of each others darkness , the road to hell took a while to navigate. But the night he died ? When he walked into a park at night and decided that is where he would die ? The gates of hell were opened and the road ahead was clear….you either get better or choose the way you want to die.
The choice was simple , claiming back my life from two families entrenched in serious mental health issues and sexual abuse not so much.
My son will be 14 in May. Publicly I’m stilled blamed for his death. Privately for the last 14 years a whole families guilt and shame almost deleted me.
When my partners abuser came for my son at 9 years old ? I did what any mother would do , my boy will not end his beautiful existence because of these evil humans. He will live 10 lives …100 lives before his light is transmuted ….
Trauma , abuse , violence , hate , greed and shame is why we experienced years of a campaign to delete us. We threaten there existence. Truth is what they fear …not me.
As of 18/12/25 Dundee city council have failed to submit their evidence to the SPSO investigation I initiated in January. The official investigation began in May.
This means the investigating officer has escalated the complaint to there manager.
Non compliance has already triggered a process but the escalation means there are two outcomes.
Both in my favour.
The final step for non action means the council will be reported to Parliament and have to answer the very questions they tried to bury with my family and I . They have until the 08/01/25 to respond.
Taken along time …but we are here now. ❤️🏴🫶🏻🫂🌹🕊️
Being a part of the fabric of Scotland is the proudest part of who I am. Engrained into my being by our history , lineage and the bravest warriors to grace this land.
Our history has been obscured , hidden and forgotten.
Who we are as Scot’s ? As patriots ? To one of the most beautiful countries in the world is slowly ebbing away.
Our identity , our language , our history and everything that our ancestors fought and died for almost lost forever 🌹🏴🌹…almost.
I think about the day I walked through addactions front door. I had spent the 6 months prior detoxing at home with 4 children. I had been isolated since my partner died and the apprehension attached to social interaction was real. Going back to the building where my children spent a good portion of there child hood. Visiting a mother broken from trauma was an extreme , surreal experience.
Never seen any of it coming. Once I realised ? I decided to do my own thing. That just made it worse. I became a political target.
I threaten journalists careers , I threaten the councils narrative , I threaten the police force , I threaten the money stream and funding to the core in this city. Speaking my truth never happened , I initiated everyone else’s “ Stories “ no one knew the depths this went…until they did. That’s the part that hurt the most.
Knowing who you are , why your here and what needs to be done is a privilege I will not forfeit again. No matter who you are.
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When my grandmother died I had just given birth to my son , I was studying at university to become a social worker and my pops had emigrated to the United States.
My whole life my pops and my grandmother were my only real love and support.
The relationship with my sons father had become domestically violent relating to drug abuse ( cocaine ) and I was suffering post natal depression.
We separated and for the first time since I was 14 I was alone with two children.
I was never accepted in my mother’s family back then it broke the very fabric of who I was. I could not understand the hate they projected towards me. Deliberately destroying happiness when ever they decided.
Both sides of my family fractured with trauma , but my pops was a fierce protector and my grandmother adored the ground I walked upon. In my mothers family I was the focus of very unwell individuals my whole childhood and adolescence. I was until very recently the focus of the hate they harboured for me. They have spent decades trying destroy my life.
I tried to reason for a very long time why my mothers family was so chaotic , manic and hostile. My conclusion ? My beautiful grandmother did her best an orphan , diagnosed with schizophrenia as a young single mother. She raised 3 girls alone until my mother’s youngest sister. We had a grandfather for a short time. But when I look back ? I can see , I am a single mother in this environment. That’s a risk to your very existence with added vulnerability ? You become a target.
Fractured “ Family “ ( I hate the word family , in me in invokes sheer terror ) gained access to me in 2004 , I was asked to visit my biological grandfather who was dying ( my mothers father ). He had abandoned my grandmother with a baby and twin girls at that stage ? I had met him once.
The delusional essence of family in my family ? Created an open door to an already vulnerable , unwell young mother now grieving for a man she barely knew.
At that very moment I met the man who would become my daughters father. My beautiful daughter conceived through deception. I was in a relationship with organised crime who cuckooed me even when I moved house the darkness followed. I had no escape back then. I had no defence because I didn’t even know what I was fighting against.
Cuckooing was one of the most brutal and dehumanising experiences of my life. The after affects propelled me into the kind of darkness that people do not survive. It took almost a year to break me down enough to get me to “ Try Heroin “.
It has taken almost 21 years to win my life back. Propelled into a system that makes no allowance for victims of these crimes , especially women.
We are viewed as failed mothers , addicts no one sees past the abuse and torture.
My daughters father has 10 children and counting across Scotland. What we have experienced over the last 7 years ? Fuelled by the same people who cuckooed me back then. My daughter becoming there victim aged 13.
No one knows my story , how could they ? I have only just accepted the depths this went. The last 7 years gave me the ability to heal from the type of trauma that has killed every female I ever had a friendship with. I made them a promise I intend to keep.
No one can articulate Dundee’s lower class like I can. That’s fact.
My whole life I have been held to ransoms by fake love.
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In 2018 27 primary school children ( a whole class ) were targeted by local organised crime in DD4.
By 2020 54 children and there families were then affected in the wider community.
To date there has been murders , stabbings , SA , rape , grooming , trafficking , sexual exploitation and drug abuse.
Those 27 children ? Now ? Have created a ripple affect that’s impacting every child in DD4 one way or another.
Apparently I am the problem.
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When he died I lost my best friend. Granted a best friend found in Chaos but one nevertheless. He was the first man since my father left that wanted to truly protect and love my kids and I. He was an incredible father to Abbigail , he invested in my boys. But addiction was never far away , creeping around our hearts like a snake on the prowl for its next victim.
Pre-existing addiction stole from us , combined with the type of trauma that had already claimed his family members. All victims of historical child abuse that ricocheted through the generations in his family like a cluster bomb.
A true trauma bond , we had an unspoken understanding of each others darkness , the road to hell took a while to navigate. But the night he died ? When he walked into a park at night and decided that is where he would die ? The gates of hell were opened and the road ahead was clear….you either get better or choose the way you want to die.
The choice was simple , claiming back my life from two families entrenched in serious mental health issues and sexual abuse not so much.
My son will be 14 in May. Publicly I’m stilled blamed for his death. Privately for the last 14 years a whole families guilt and shame almost deleted me.
When my partners abuser came for my son at 9 years old ? I did what any mother would do , my boy will not end his beautiful existence because of these evil humans. He will live 10 lives …100 lives before his light is transmuted ….
Trauma , abuse , violence , hate , greed and shame is why we experienced years of a campaign to delete us. We threaten there existence. Truth is what they fear …not me.
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Only a GOAT could beat a real Ass-troll …wee demons 😂👊🏻😎🫡🏴🇺🇸🫶🏻🫂🕊️❤️❤️🔥🍒😎😶🌫️❔
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Case update :
As of 18/12/25 Dundee city council have failed to submit their evidence to the SPSO investigation I initiated in January. The official investigation began in May.
This means the investigating officer has escalated the complaint to there manager.
Non compliance has already triggered a process but the escalation means there are two outcomes.
Both in my favour.
The final step for non action means the council will be reported to Parliament and have to answer the very questions they tried to bury with my family and I . They have until the 08/01/25 to respond.
Taken along time …but we are here now. ❤️🏴🫶🏻🫂🌹🕊️
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Being a part of the fabric of Scotland is the proudest part of who I am. Engrained into my being by our history , lineage and the bravest warriors to grace this land.
Our history has been obscured , hidden and forgotten.
Who we are as Scot’s ? As patriots ? To one of the most beautiful countries in the world is slowly ebbing away.
Our identity , our language , our history and everything that our ancestors fought and died for almost lost forever 🌹🏴🌹…almost.
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I think about the day I walked through addactions front door. I had spent the 6 months prior detoxing at home with 4 children. I had been isolated since my partner died and the apprehension attached to social interaction was real. Going back to the building where my children spent a good portion of there child hood. Visiting a mother broken from trauma was an extreme , surreal experience.
Never seen any of it coming. Once I realised ? I decided to do my own thing. That just made it worse. I became a political target.
I threaten journalists careers , I threaten the councils narrative , I threaten the police force , I threaten the money stream and funding to the core in this city. Speaking my truth never happened , I initiated everyone else’s “ Stories “ no one knew the depths this went…until they did. That’s the part that hurt the most.
Knowing who you are , why your here and what needs to be done is a privilege I will not forfeit again. No matter who you are.
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