...I ponder on what lay in the past, what lies ahead and what is as I lay here...

...I ponder on what lay in the past, what lies ahead and what is as I lay here...

...lonely in a world full of people, and scared beyond measure.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Why was nothing done sooner?!?!?!

I still often wish I'd have rung Flea after I talked to her mum at the show. I had found out (whilst talking to her mother at the show) that the issues had arisen again and that things were on the downside again, but how was I to know that she would commit suicide two nights later?

In retrospect, I can see the signs in the lead up; but it's too little too late. Especially considering the fact that during her month-long voluntary placement into care she'd told me and my then foster mother the basics of what had happened to her and her fear that if she were to return to where she has been residing that the abuse would start up again. She'd already been self-harming and had scars to show for it, but being only seventeen at the time, what could I really do but try telling people that she wasn't lying? Unfortunately, as a result of not being believed, she took her life, just after her sixteenth birthday.

I'll remember that night for the rest of my life. Hearing the phone ring, watching my then foster mother start to panic as she asked questions about whether we'd heard from Felicia during that day or not and then driving to two different houses to find her (Flea's) mother. I'd known something as gone completely awry by the way my foster mother was acting, and the fact that she asked me to stay in the car once we'd pulled up outside her mother's house and that she would explain why later.

After seeing my then foster mother consoling Flea's mother, and after my foster mother returned to the car with Flea's then six year old sister, I knew what had happened. The five minute drive home seemed to take forever, especially seeing as though I didn't want to have confirmation of what I'd figured out until I got safely out of the car that I was driving.

For about a week after Flea's little sister stayed with us. During that time she asked time after time where her sister was and whether she was going to wake up and come back home. The poor girl couldn't sleep unless someone sat beside her and either read her a story or sang a song.

All I can hope for I guess is that somehow Flea's little sister's scars won't affect her when she grows up, that the Department of Child Safety, in all their 'save their own arses' glory will become a little more transparent and that if their constant negligence in regards to kids in and out of care doesn't cease, that it AT THE VERY LEAST will deteriorate to a point where no more children or young people will die as a result of not seeing any other way out of the awful situations they are in which they have no control over. Child abuse IS everybody's business, as the department of child safety (QLD) have been saying since at least 1999. It's really quite disappointing that, in their positions, they haven't lived up to their own 'motto.'

An extract of a message sent from me to one of my friends, who is also related to the situation...

OMFG...

"denied one of the girls foster care, forcing her to return to a situation where she allegedly was being abused."

I was there when Barbara was trying to help her into foster care, and I was there trying to help with felicia's case by various means. The thing was neither the dept nor a few other unnamed people wanted to do anything about it. To them, Flea was like a number, and that's freaking atrocious if you ask me. The days leading back to when Felicia had to return home were full of conversations between her and i and barbara and multiple combinations of these. There was no way she wanted to go back, but I couldn't do anything much because no one will listen to a (then) seventeen year old foster kid who happened to be friends (to an almost sisterly extent) with Felicia.

It still angers me that the dept was able to curtain it all for that long.

How many others have been through the same thing is what I'm wondering, and would it be possible to start a class action? Considering how many people were effected by these actions of the dept and other negligent actions or inactions over the past twenty years.

I'd have a few particular points to bring up myself against the dept: at the very least there would be three, just from me. Another at least three from my twin and I'm sure there are others as well.

The system needs to be more transparent so tragedies such as these will never occur again.

...and I want to know why no one believed her. I knew by the way she was talking about it and such that she wasn't lying, why didn't they listen?

"The teenager had begged Queensland child safety officers to leave her in foster care, where she had been for a month, but she had been sent back.

Nobody -- not police, not child safety officers, not even her own mother -- believed Felicia's allegations. They suspected they were the manipulative lies of a teenager angling to escape the drudgery of her small-town life."

That month she spent in foster care was in the same house as me and we shared a bedroom so that we could talk and such. In that time I got to know her pretty well (as well as afterwards) and there were so many times that Barbara asked her if she was lying. I still can't believe they didn't listen to what she or zoe were saying until it was too late; and still they did nothing except cover it up.

Have I been asked anything about the situation after all of it? No. Have they asked me whether I talked to her mother the day before she committed suicide about the preggers scare and about the sexual abuse allegations? No. Have they asked me anything at all? No. The worst part? Even if I did take what I know to the press, to add to the whole thing, people like DOCs and a certain old foster mother would try cover it up again. Urgh.

It makes me so angry that it's taken this long for even what has come up to come up, let alone anything else.

Below are a few links to articles relating to this particular situation. Please note that there have been/are/will be many other situations of the Department of Child Safety not doing the right thing by the children and young people that they claim to endeavour to protect.

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/national-affairs/state-politics/anna-bligh-closes-scrutiny-of-suicides/story-e6frgczx-1226122414099

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/nation/teenage-girls-killed-themselves-under-child-safety-watch/story-e6frg6nf-1226118441590

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/national-affairs/premier-anna-bligh-intervenes-over-teen-suicides/story-fn59niix-1226123172342

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/national-affairs/girls-deaths-hidden-behind-privacy-screen/story-fn59niix-1226122696409

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/opinion/tear-back-curtain-of-shame/story-e6frg71x-1226121535293

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/nation/teenage-girls-killed-themselves-under-child-safety-watch/story-e6frg6nf-1226118441590

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/opinion/official-failure-leads-to-lives-lost/story-e6frg6zo-1226117922251

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/nation/police-delay-rules-out-child-abuse-charges/story-e6frg6nf-1226119230444

Please also note these articles are not in chronological order and that more articles in relation to this situation will appear in time to come.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

What you said was horrible!

...so why is it that I still want to talk to you?

People say I'm too forgiving. I think this situation proves their theory...

On a totally different point...

(A) I can't believe I'm still awake...
(B)http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/kellyclarkson/becauseofyou.html I don't know why this song still hits me so hard. Those unresolved issues from when I was a kid really need to be resolved.
(C) I'm loving my newly made playlists.
(D) I need to get out more often during the day.
(E) I really need to give myself things to do during the day so that I don't get bored and therefore havev too much time to think.
(F) Taylor Swift's song "Never Grow Up" is a song I wish could have been around when I was little.
(G) I can't believe how differently one can perceive a particular piece of music that they have heard a million times before once something happens to bring new meaning out of the music.
(H) My brain is over thinking, as usual...
(I) I began writing this list so that my brain would stop thinking so much, but now it's thinking more.
(J) I miss you, but I can't talk to you until you apologise for saying that or at least explain yourself a little better about the whole situation.
(K) I don't like being blocked.
(L) I totally LOVE music!
(M) I have no music on at the moment, this HAS to be fixed.
(N) I'm unblocked already?
(O) Music is on!
(P) Brain overload... sleep time approaches :)

Despite what I've said; you still mean a lot to me... How does that make me look? Oh well, not like I'm going to change who I am for others anyway; despite appearances.

Wasted days, wasted nights, wasted then, wasted now...

All that time, to find out what you really think of me. Nice to know, but what you think isn't the be all and end all. I can see that now, I couldn't for a long time. Were you looking to mess it all up? I stopped the talking first... then you blocked me. What's the point?

I have my music, my friends, my job and the fact that I'm so far away from you comforting and supporting me. I'm not a s***, I'm not a w**** and I'm not a nasty b****; despite what you may think. I don't need you. Sure, I'm missing friendship, but look what I'm not missing: being thought of as someone that I'm not.

I don't know how you came to the conclusion of that. I wish I knew.

Or... did I take the wrong point away from that conversation?

Somehow, I'm pretty sure that I got the idea loud and clear. Too bad that you got that impression is all that I can say. I know all the music, the screaming, the writing, the typing, the thinking and the wasted time won't fix anything, but it's helping me to remember that I'm not the one wrong here. I'm not the one with a messed up sense of humour. I'm not the one who broke another's trust and mouthed to others about how terrible you are/were. I respected you too much to do that before now. Now, I respect myself too much to do it. I defended you to so many people after all that happened. I've continued to have a positive attitude toward you, I still do. I'm just disappointed in what has happened.

Please correct me if I'm wrong on any of this (You know who you are and where to aptly contact me) because I'd hate to be wrong. I hate to think that this time though, I probably am right...

No matter what... I still miss you, friend. Yep, I'm messed up too; probably much more than you.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

...

HOW DID I END UP BECOMING THE ONE PERSON I NEVER WANTED TO BE?!?!?!?!?!!?!!?

Friday, August 19, 2011

...another awesome friend will be leaving me in (just under) 91 days...

Antelope.

We met through a meeting of semi-like-minded individuals (hereafter referred to as S.M.L.I) from Uni. On one particular occasion we spent with these semi-like-minded individuals, we realised we had something totally awesome in common: We shared the same belief system! (Now, I don't know about you, but I thought that was totally awesome considering our backgrounds were almost completely different... and that we originated from opposite sides of the world.)

A retreat soon came around with the S.M.L.I, and as we were driving back to the campsite from a totally awesome waterfall on one of the days, we were listening to her awesome cds. CDs mixed by none other than her and Lady Brett Ashley. After many "OMG, I LOVE THIS SONG!" comments from me, Antelope came out with a statement that I will never forget:

"We must be music soulmates!"

As we arrived back at the campsite, 'Don't Stop Believing' by Journey started on her cd. Before we knew it, we were standing outside Lav-Lav with the song blearing, us playing Air-Guitar-Hero and belting out the tunes. Needless to say, we'd had an awesome time.

As months went by, Antelope and I had spent many hours driving around, listening to the likes of Adam Lambert, Disney, Ke$ha, Avril and countless other awesome musicians. We also went to the same church every week up until I went on holidays at the end of the year. By then, I had the awesome opportunity of meeting her totally awesome family, getting to know her super-cute and very excitable Heeler puppy and getting to know Antelope herself.

Although this year I have been quite a lot busier and have had less time to spend on the more important things in life (Church, Friends, Doctor Who, Friends (TV Show), Dexter as well as rest and being outside during daylight hours) I have still been fortunate enough to be able to spend (particularly in the last month and a half) time with Antelope and Vertigo; as well as meeting the awesome Lady Brett Ashley.

It makes me sad now (though totally excited for Antelope, Cookie, Lady Brett Ashley and Vertigo) that Antelope will be leaving the country in 91 days to head home, for good. I wish you all the very best of luck (and awesomeness of course) and I thank Antelope for the awesome advice, sensible talking to-s, walks, faith building, music listening, pizza eating, gelato trying, strand walking, ross river walking and TV show watching awesomeness that has been the last 19 months.

I want you to know that I will always be here for you, no matter whether I am across the globe or in the same country, when ever you need me and for what ever reason. You are one of the most awesome people I have ever had the honour of meeting and getting to know. Please, no matter what happens, let anyone stand in the way of where you want to go or who you want to be or what you want to do. The way you stand up for what you believe in is inspirational and there are many times when I wish that there were many more people like you in the world.

Here's to the future! I hope that in years to come, we will still be good friends and that things will work out. I must say, the moment I decide when I will be visiting your home country, you will be the VERY first to know about it. I look forward to the day of seeing the place you call home and to be able to do all of those your-country things we have discussed.

Lady Brett Ashley; you too are totally awesome and I am glad that you and Antelope are such great friends. Everyone (in my opinion) should wish to be able to experience the sheer awesomeness of friendship that you and Antelope share. I also look forward (hopefully) to seeing you again in the future.

Antelope; I will miss you and Vertigo beyond belief. You guys have been there for me when no one else was in the last 19 months and I thank you for that. Please know that if (at any time) you decide to visit in the future and need somewhere to stay, my home/s will always be open to you. Also, as my body clock matches the time zones on the other side of the world better than my own, I will also be there to talk to, any time of the day and night.

I know there are still over 90 days to go, but hey, time goes fast when you're having fun and I hope the next three months are, at the very least, close to the awesomeness that the last 19 months have been.

Just over 90 days; let's make them count?

Thursday, August 11, 2011

...another rant, dammit.

DAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Right now, I feel like I'm losing it. I'm burned out, and still doing the best I can, but it's not good enough any more. Almost not good enough for university, not good enough to be a shift supervisor, not good enough to be living where I do. Not good enough for anyone, or anything.






WHY CAN'T PEOPLE SEE THE DUCKS LEGS PADDLING AWAY AT A THOUSAND MILES AN HOUR? That's right, the duck's legs are underwater, working out of the spotlight. Ducks don't like playing spotlight, they'd rather appear to be cruising along whilst furiously paddling away beneath the surface; until...

The duck gets tired of all the other ducks'criticisms, dirty looks, passive-aggressive notes and general degradation. At some point, there's got to be an end to all that the duck has to go through. Why didn't the giant let the duck die those nights, before things became worse. Little duck would have looked so much better, and more people would have had respect for her. Nowadays, duck isn't sure who really respects her or cares about her.

Dear Giant;
Please give duck the strength she needs to help others. Please also give her confidence in herself so that maybe, just maybe, others will have faith in her too. Please assist her with the motivation she needs to see that she can do it all, that she's just got to prioritise a little better.
Love always,
Me,

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

...shame...

..is what one feels when annoyed at oneself. It is a direct relation to insanity. How? Simple. Too much shame causes one to go insane.

GO FUCKING FIGURE!