This is the first opportunity I have had to speak out about physical, sexual, mental abuse. I was a child at the time – I had no voice.
Over the past years I have tried to pursue conventional, institutional ways of getting heard but every attempt I made was met with a wall of silence.
This is my story. It started off as tweets and it has grown into the following :
#Me Too
Perpetrators…seem to be fond of saying “the past is the past…..” ,”what’s done is done…….” remember…the past has a way of catching up with you. This is an excuse I have come up against many times when trying to speak out.
My experience has been that : No one’s going to give you justice in life…you have to carve it out for yourself.
When I was very young I was sexually abused by paedophiles. These are their names : Harry Hodder. Early 1960s. 42 Thong Lane, Gravesend. Kent. UK. I was aged 7.
Mother’s boyfriend. Name unknown. 1965. Maidstone. Kent. UK. I was aged 12.
Later, I was sexually assaulted by these men : John Channell Mills. 1970. Marlowe Theatre, Canterbury. Kent. UK.1970. I was aged 17.
Murray Browne. 1971. Marlowe Theatre, Canterbury. Kent. UK. I was aged 17.
Moreover, I was mentally and physically abused by both my mother and my father.
Dorothy Warren (nee Lawry) was my mother. She was mentally ill, a psychopath, and a self proclaimed witch. She emotionally and physically abused me as a child. When my father nearly battered me to death as a baby she left me for dead. Throughout my childhood, my mother was sadistic and cruel. She broke my spirit. She once slammed my face against the kitchen sink so that my teeth fell out.
Edward Lionel Warren was my father. He was a pilot and captain working for Trinity House at Gravesend, Kent. He took part in the Antarctic Discovery Expeditions on the William Scoresby ship in the 1930s. Consequently Warren Island was named after him. He was a Freemason.
My father was a violent, mentally ill psychopath. He battered me as a baby until I was unconscious, and left me for dead. He incessantly intimidated me and stalked me as a child, and a young adult. He tried to murder my mother and myself. The violence done to me by my father and my mother never came out. In their divorce proceedings my mother brought up his extreme violent behaviour towards her.
My parents case went before the High Court, London, from which my father walked away a free man. My mother’s barrister told her that both the High Court judge (later Vice Chancellor) and my father were Freemasons, and that this was why he wasn’t charged for his crimes.
This is my voice. It’s been a long, dark, painful journey to find it, but I am finally breaking my silence.
Click here to read my poems about child abuse
Breaking Child Abuse Silence 