Movet do her !!!!!!!!!!!! HER ????? HERE, sorry Further to the two posts from here https://www.amateurphotographer.co.uk/forums/threads/tripod.141344/page-5#post-1641888 So that I don't hijack the original posters page. Moved my comments to this post There is far from anything special about me When I was a child of eight my first abuse was when I spelt Elephants "Elepants" and the teacher laughed in front of everyone saying "is that what Elephants wear", just a joke some will say! I have been bullied like most "different" people all my life, when my wife walked my sons were taken into care and due to here lies the Social Worker Henry Stanbury said "If I have my way you will never see your sons ever again" Well after 18 months in court from being homeless I did get them back, sole custody, and am a single father of three autistic sons, I swore I would never "BE" bullied or allow anyone TO "Bully" anyone again if I have any way of stopping it, not just my family. I was banned from the Ugly Hedgehog forum because one ******** was exceedingly rude to a 68 year old woman on there from Canada, I told them what I thought of them and posted all their comments relating to her on numerous Facebook pages. Treat others as you would like to be treated and if you see someone needing help, offer it. See I speak my mind, the day will come when I am banned from here I know it, that is life I wrote two things I can't do poems, (did many more) whilst fighting to stop social services placing my sons for adoption and was homeless, it was close, I have Stephens unopened papers freeing him for adoption, it never happened we are happy and together now. BULLIED. (age 13) Another Monday, another day at school, another day of torture, another day so cruel. I’m dropped at the gate and father kisses goodbye, I say “I’ll have a good day” but know this is a lie. I walk in the playground to be amongst friends, but this is the moment my happiness ends. Before I reach my only friend to play like others, a hand my mouth it quickly covers. Is it because I am fat or have long hair, because I wear glassers or I’m black, they don’t care. I’m pushed to the floor, two pull my hair, I can’t tell the teacher cos “they don’t care”. The school bell rings, the pain will pass, as we head in to school for the days first class. Throughout the day I live in dread, of the kicking and beatings I know lay ahead. If only the torture and pain could stay, in breaks, at lunch time or whilst at play. But it follows my tears and the fear will not pass, because the bullies are even in my class. I thank God when the day ends and I run to the gate, no time to make friends or play with a mate. I put on a brave face, say Hi to my dad, knowing tomorrow will be just as bad. My grades are poor and my reports are bad, this angers my mum and annoys my dad. After years of torture and unending pain, I hate school but can't complain! ONCE A FATHER. At the break of dawn another day starts, bringing new hope in peoples hearts, ringing in changes that I hope will make it, happier than the day that went before. Waking to the sound of birds and children, happy sounds outside the building, people talking, laughing, playing, the devoted in their churches praying. Taking time to wash and shave, I reflect on prayer to God I gave, last night to help me through this day, and watch over my sons in health and play. Walking round my lifeless flat, I think of my children at their school, eating, playing and doing sums, and at the end of day going home with loving mums. Now it is overcast and raining, not much daytime left remaining, another day of reflection passes, of faded dreams and forlorn chances. Now at dusk and the end of the day, I reflect on how things might have been, kissing my sons and tucking them in bed, instead once alone to sleep I head.