Rebecca Osborne
It’s took me a long time to compose this post, but it feels good to finally get this off my chest as it’s been a long time coming. The only satisfaction I get from writing this, is letting pretty much the world know what sort of a mother I have and the harm she’s caused me over the years. I wanna be clear that al much as this might seem malicious, there’s nothing more I’d like than to have a decent set of parents that actually looked out and cared for me, instead of exactly the opposite.
On the 13th of July, my mum had been consistently threatening to petrol bomb my house and kill me and my dog. She had said this several times both of text and the phone, I wish I had saved the screenshots but they’ve been lost between now and back then. It’s not like I exactly need to prove it though, as she admitted it to the police who SHE had called to her house even though she was threatening me constantly over a multiple day period. You can see from the document below -
The reference to the dog was in relation to the fact that I was struggling to care for him due to a police officer taking every single perscribed medication from me and left me curled up on the sofa unable to move screaming in agony. I spoke to my parents to say my medical cannabis and morphine had been wrongly seized and could they possibly come to my house to help me, but instead they would rather make threats everyday to petrol bomb my house unless I gave my dog to them, sound like a normal set of parents to you?
So after having about enough of my mum threatening me, I went over her house, to sort it out once and for all. Only to be met by multiple police cars and officers who kicked me to the ground, stomped on my back and neck and assaulted me but hid it up during the when Mel Barton had reviewed the case in professional standards department by discarding what I had to say about them only turning their body cam footage on after they had assaulted me and a passer by had prompted them to turn it on. It was the same passer by I believe that actually got pushed to the floor with a dog in his hands. Anyway, so when I had turned up, the police basically kicked the shit out of me and I wasn’t even half way up her hill. I’ll be writing more extensively about the situation itself in a separate page, but this is more to detail in full just how much of a piece of shit my family is.
So this incident would be bad enough on its own you would have thought, right? But wrong. I had decided to stay with a friend for a few months to recover from the injuries that I received from the police, but when I come back they refused to give me back my dog, which they had promised when I left my friends they would and again, they were just trying to torment me like they’ve done since I was a kid. So when I went there to try and resolve things, I argued extensively asking for her to go and get the dog, at which point she finally said Lee (her husband) go and get the dog to give back to him. After the my stepdad come through the back of the porch and hit me several times across the head knocking me to the floor, when I was on the floor I called the police but they were no fucking help. Instead whilst I was on the floor and forced the door behind me shut, my stepdad Lee Drew took it upon himself to to call the police and make out I was assaulting my mum in the porch, whilst I was on the floor sparked out from Lee hitting me several times across the head.
When the police arrived, they dragged me out the porch, but instead of just going to the cells they had to take me to the hospital as in porch, my mum had told me I was a piece of shit and to take all the pills on me and kill myself. This is the type of parents I have, but don’t take my word for it, here’s the care documents from when I was in foster care.
https://blog.stitch.network/records/CaseNotes.pdf
Not only did I go in care because of the abuse she was giving me, she blamed her own son for going into care and getting sexually assaulted, apparently somehow I brought that on myself by wanting to leave a family that was as vile as they were towards me. Also being blackmailed by my social worker at the age of 10 that if I don’t go into foster care, they’ll take my disabled little sister and she won’t do well in care had a great part to play in it, but somehow everything seems to be my fall and they are saints, which is why I've attached my care records to show the opposite.
This entry doesn’t even scratch the surface for all the things I have to say about how badly I’ve been treated by them, but I figured it was a good starting point to post to finally have something up which represents how I was treated as a kid and more recently as an adult with a overwhelming about of health issues.