People sometimes wonder how I am still alive. I have been through so much and yet don't get suicidal over it all. What's the point? No matter how bad I had it, someone will always have it worse. My heart goes out to the kids that were never heard.
It's kids that have gone through trials like this
, but were never heard that break my heart. I know they are there.
"France has been horrified by the case, wondering how such widespread abuse could have gone on for so long unnoticed by social workers or the police, says the BBC's Caroline Wyatt in Paris."
In my humble biased outraged opinion, it went unnoticed because few want to believe that this level of perversity could ever happen to them. "That only happens in those third world starving countries," they say. Guess what, it doesn't. Reality check. Horrible things happen. They happen near or to you, not to some stranger 3,000 miles away.