Blog anonymously provides you with the opportunity to finally speak out, to share your inner fears and start facing up to those demons that continue to haunt you. A chance to get off your chest what’s keeping you awake at night, or sharing your story in the hope of helping others.
Blog anonymous posts have been a huge hit with my online work and I am honoured that so many feel for the first time they are able to share such personal stories with me and the blog.
Submitting a post anonymously takes away any fear of revealing your identity, some prefer to hide their names due to embarrassment, guilt or fear of what others will think about them.
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- Abortion
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- Loss & Baby Loss
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I have experienced alcoholism within my family, the worst being with a close family member who after 27 years with her partner was left alone with their 4 kids whilst he enjoyed the single life with a younger (but ugly and married) woman. Being a rich business man the younger very much poorer woman saw a chance to improve her life and did all in her power to get the material trappings she so desired. All she had to do in return was to be the whore in the bedroom, which excited the rich man who was in need of excitement to feed his mid life crisis. The wife and mother of his 4 children slowly and surely went on the path of self destruction and drinks her pain away, spending alot of her life comotosed and anethitised from the reality of her destroyed existance. Her children left without a mother and a father, whose priorities are now with his new wife.
I have learnt that no matter what you do you can not help the alcoholic, they have to realise it for themselves and have to want to change. The NHS and GP’s will minimise the fact that the alcoholism is because of undiagnosed mental health conditions brought on by trauma in that person’s life, it costs too much to treat them, so the family have to wait hoping that one day through their mental health issues they wake up and ask for help which will be in abundance for them if they reach for it. However we know that they never will ask for help because they don’t know they are ill and can be treated, so we hurt each day and hope and pray that they turn it around before their body gives up and they die. i did everything I possibly coulod to help my family member and took years to realise that I was not helping just enabling them to maintain their sad existence. So I pray every day that they get the strength to change.
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hello all, my story may seem dull to some but to me it is important… i had my 1st son c.w on the 10.5.08 at a week old he stopped breathing and the hosp thought he had meningitas (sp) he was rushed into recuss and into a room where he was monitored closely and pumped full of drugs (most terryfying time of my life) i felt a failure as a mum as i had this beautiful baby boy who came home with me and then had to go back to hospital
he did not have meningitas we found out a week later. then he got diagnosed with a lazy eye, age 3 months this was treated with glasses and patches (very common) he then got diagnosed with monocular vision (sight in one eye only) at the age of 2! then he had corrective surgery in aug 10 this worked on the cosmetic side slightly but not to help his sight annother terrifying moment was putting my baby to sleep and getting him from theatre (i was expecting his eye to be covered up) but it wasnt it was very swollen and puffy and bloody and still had irodine on it so looked even worse the annasthetic gas had leaked into his stomach so he was in a lot of pain and i couldnt do a thing about it apart from cuddle him 
then not long after he got place on the autistic spectrum and thats were we are today we have just moved home into somewere with a garden, and a huge space for him to play and i have just found out im pregant i have no idea how cw is going to cope with a new arrival but he starts a new nursey in sept wich are specialised in children with autism he is now 3 1/2 and still cannot communicate apart from a few words: bubble, all gone, no, night night and bob! (have no idea where bob has come from 
)) but i wanted to share this little story to some people that have called my son a spastic or me a bad mum because he cannot talk and his eye is wonky its not this case at all he is my completely individual little boy and no one is like him.. hes 1 in a million and i love him so much and i think and hope he is going to be the best big brother in the whole world!!! love u lil man!! xxxxxxxxx
so yeah, i’m your average teeen, not the tallest, not the shortest, but in between,
i’m not the sharpest tool in the shed but i do my best to try. i don’t get straight a’s
but i get a’s and b’s with the occasional c. i’m realy not perfect like my parents think.
i’m 13. i’ve smoked before. just tried it. i don’t do it. i promise. and i was not
influenced to do it either. i chose it. my friends told me i didn’t have to if i didn’t
want to but i wanted to. everyone is gunna try it. and this was the perfect chance. my
parents wouldn’t know and i could escape everything for alittle while. so i did it. if
they ever found out they would kill me. but that is why it is left un said. i have
tried drinking too. at first i tried it by myself just to see what it was like but i
felt disgusted with myself and poured it down the drain. my mom was coming home soon
anyway so i couldn’t get drunk. then the next time, me and shelly (my bestfriend) tried
some wine and vodka. i got alittle tipsy off that but a nap wore it off. i mean i have
tried a few sips with my friends and stuff but i have never gotten drunk. and one time
me and shelly stole a can of beer from her dad’s fridge and shared it. i felt guilty.
i’ve snuck out a few times but just to hangout with my friends, nothing bad. my
dad thinks i am a perfect angel that is perfect in school and perfect in life. well
guess what dad. if you found out i don’t get sraight a’s i have smoke, drank, snuck out
and cut myself? what would you say? i’m not daddy’s little princess anymore, what
are you gunna do ground me? send me to dh? jail? go ahead. but i’m sick of having a
good reputation to fill because i’m not perfect. i guess you could say i’ma bad kid but
maybe, i just need to get away from life sometimes. my dad has high expectations from
me and it stresses me out. but one of these days i’m going to crack. someones gunna
blow my cap and i will scream it all to the world. everything i have ever done. and i’m
just waiting for that day…. waiting.
yes getting your story out with out people you know knowing your deepest thoughts x
Its nice to know that we can share a story but we dont have to share our name x x
what do you do if you think a baby is missing?? and it has been taken from a young girl with no family ??
you would of course contact the police.
Supermum, I love your blogging anonymously section. It allows people to share stories, real stories, with no fear. It’s like a visit to the therapist without having to pay $200
Cheers for that, Robert
best idea ever, xxxxxx
Hi, I just want to say that this blogging anonymously part is so amazing and it has helped me out so much. I;m 13, from Malaysia. My parents are divorced and i live with my mum…i love her so much for so many reasons and she’s someone whom i admire but now she has a boyfriend. Though she tells me that this changes nothing( i do not doubt her love for me..in fact just last night we were giggling away like best friends and playing together with my stuff toy) and though her boyfriend is like the father that i have always wanted (he is so great and i really think that he’s like an angel in disguise) i have been so down lately. i have been crying and whining and thinking of terrible stuffs and just being plain miserable. i have been sulking and wanting to hurt people. but when i stumbled upon this website-blog i read stories about terrible mothers and their terrible boyfriends…i just felt so lucky for having my mum and her boyfriend. it has really opened my eyes and inspired me….
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I work 20 hours a week and my husband 45 hours and after all bills and essential out going’s are paid for we are left with nothing. We live a basic life with bearly no luxuaries our main luxuary is the broadband. We dont go on holidays and we only ever go to places that are free or very very cheap for the kids. We have no savings and have none for the kids either… We earn collectivlely around 25k thats including child benifit which seems a lot but after 170 council tax… 800 rent, 50 water and 180 gas and lecky 27 broadband 12 tv licence 30 house insurance, 300 month food shop and nappies and 300 a week childcare granted we get help with childcare but it still works outt that I am working and not seeing any of my wage We are married have 3 children and in my opinion we are bearly affording to live. There are a few other thing we pay for as well but cant off the top of my head remember exactly what. I love my job but seriously cant see us coping much longer how do people do it… i feel like ending it all.
She smacked me in the back of the head for telling her to stop hitting her boyfriend.
We were drinking one night and going for drugs. My boyfriend was driving. A couple we met that night was in the back seat of my car with their 4 month old baby in the middle of them. I know…real bad! She started smacking her boyfriend. I turned around telling her to stop I will not tolerate domestic violence, but here I was tolerating addiction in front of a baby. No excuse, but I was self-medicating from both childhood and adult abuse.
When I turned around, she smacked me upside the back of my head. Since I was already drunk, I black out forgetting the baby was there. To tell you the truth it probably would not have mattered since I was beat by men all my life and I sure as hell was not going to allow a chick to hit me getting away with it.
My 6’7″ boyfriend told me I yelled, “You f’ing bitch!’ He said I then turned around beating her with my fists. She did not get one punch in. My huge BF could not pull me off her as he was telling me it was enough. All I remember is screaming at him to stop as she had my three fingers in her mouth biting them. Due to him trying to pull me off her my fist came open. Well, I got one finger from the one hand free.
My BF said it was like a scene from the Psycho movie. It was a very dark 4 a.m morning, pouring down rain, and there was me coming up with a crowbar in my hand with him only seeing my silhouette. I beat her face in with it and I was not stopping since I was in an enraged drunken black out. Neither my BF or her’s thought to get out of the vehicle pulling her and the baby out to safety, but someone within the house we were getting the drugs from did, which saved her life. They also pulled out the baby, who was not physically harmed in any way.
Her BF said, “That was the coolest thing I ever seen in my life and I had a front row seat to it. That bitch has been beating on me for a long time. It’s about time someone beat her.” I said, “I just about killed your GF and you are happy about it! Now I might go to jail.” They both said they would have my back telling the truth it was self-defense. I said yeah, but I went to the extreme and now might have to deal with the dreadful police. The rain was coming down that hard, we drove the 45 minutes home hydroplaning all the way. My BF, of about two weeks, later told me it turned him on. I thought, “Been there before and that is not good.”
When my teenage daughter found out about it, she came storming into my home saying, “Mom, I heard about what happened, I just seen all the blood inside your vehicle, what did that bitch do to you?” I held up my hand all wrapped up. My BF told her we were waiting for the police because we think I killed her the beating was that bad. She said, “Yeah, you put her in the ER with stitches all over her face. You got her real good, so I will not also give her a beating for hitting my mom first.”
My good friend always talks about that morning since it was how she met me as I got out of the car before going into my place. All my new neighbors surrounded my vehicle inspecting my hand and my vehicle covered in blood. Needless to say, no one ever messed with me until I lent someone money for a vehicle two years later. I’ll save that for another blog.
I thank God she was too scared to go to the police. I also thank God the baby was not hurt. Later we drove to my daughter’s place which was just up the street from that girl’s place. All of the guys were standing out front of her apartment with her BF all cheering me on. She did not come out of her place for over two weeks fearing my daughter. My boyfriend said as I was beating her I said to her, “If you think this is a beating wait until my daughter finds out you hit her mother.” She knew better than to mess with my daughter, but she did not realize how close we were and I was the one who taught her how to fight.
I had to make a doctor’s appointment that follwowing day to get a tetanus shot as a human bite is the worse bite you could ever get. I could not feel my one finger tip as it was numb for about 6 months. Everyone at the doctor’s office was laughing when the doctor told them why I needed a shot. I was still scared out of my mind the police were coming for me.
The next year we seen her out trick or treating. She said something cocky to us. Her boyfriend told her to shut he mouth saying, “Obviously, you did not learn your lesson yet!” We all laughed with him. I no longer self-medicate with alcohol or drugs, so everyone is safe including myself.
Something to think about today…
Me: God, can I ask you a question?
God: Sure
Me: Promise u won’t get mad … God: I promise
… …
Me: Why did u let so much stuff happen to me today?
… God: What do u mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late
God: Yes
Me: My car took forever to start
God: Okay
Me: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait
God:Huummm
Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
God: All right
Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did you do that?
God: Let me see, the Death Angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of the other angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that