I often wonder if men would act like this if they knew how terrifying this is for women. I was talking to a close male friend about how I always cross the road if a man walks behind me at night/in the dark and he had just never considered how it would be scary. That said, my faith in most men is so low at this point I would imagine most of them wouldn't care if they did know.
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Someone I vaguely know was a serving police officer, got found to have grape/assaulted two women but when it was reported he was put in office duties for years then barred but wasn’t charged or taken to court. It’s sickening that such people can be allowed to work in a career that is meant to protect people. I do also know other police officers who would never ever abuse their position.
It Really terrifies me. In. Standard office or retail job with any kind of offences, why OK earth I the police somehow different!?!?
Believe me, you DON'T. There is no such animal as a "police officer" who doesn't abuse his position.
After what happened to poor Sarah, i remember being round my mother in laws house woth my husband and brother (in context we are all were late 20s then) and i mentioned how she did everything right as a female walking alone in dark.
They both looked puzzled and said theres a right way of walking!?! So explained how a females mind works when facing the situation of dealing with day to day stuff.
The way our mind works with sussing out dangers before we start anything. Like for example my husband makes fun of me driving to the local co-op instead of walking the 5 minutes and i said its because the path to it isnt along a road and even though we are jot in a unsafe area, i didnt feel safe walking through side roads.
That if i saw a man on the road walking towards me, ill cross over. Same with if i saw someone pull up in a car, ill cross. With taxis, i would het them to drop me off at a house 3 doors up. When i enter my house in the dark, i close all blinds and curtains first before turning lights on so if i was followed they cant see in/know thisnis my house.
I drive with my car doors locked, used to carry a small can of deep heat spray on me ( trick my dad taught me, spray onto attacker and if caught carrying say you suffer with leg tightness)
If you have to walk at night. Dont be distracted on phone, no headphones. Stick fo lit paths and main roads, avoid shortcuts. Keep hands on keys with a key inbetween fingers to use as protection.
When i said all of that, their faces dropped and hit home how scary it is for women in this world. I told them to respect women by crossing the path instead. If you see a woman being pestered, step in and make out you know each other by starting a convo (like oh hiya how you been, hows your dad) to help scare of the other person and ask if they are ok. Dont ever let a female friend/colleague/girlfriend or her friends be in a situation of being on their own.
@HannahF agree with what you said.
It's getting lighter in the evenings now but a man was behind me on the walk to the shops so I slowed down rapidly and thought 'overtake, or shift'. He crossed the road. This is how the majority of women think, depressingly enough.
Might try deep heat.
It's getting lighter in the evenings now but a man was behind me on the walk to the shops so I slowed down rapidly and thought 'overtake, or shift'. He crossed the road. This is how the majority of women think, depressingly enough.
Might try deep heat.
It's been five years since her abduction, grape and murder today.
I wish I'd remebered, there is/was a vigil and I'd have seen if it was possible to go.
Not many cases affect me the point hers did. I cried more than once over it and I'll still randomly remember her.
Thoughts with her family and friends.
I wish I'd remebered, there is/was a vigil and I'd have seen if it was possible to go.
Not many cases affect me the point hers did. I cried more than once over it and I'll still randomly remember her.
Thoughts with her family and friends.
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It is vile what men do to us women...
RIP Sarah.It's been five years since her abduction, grape and murder today.
I wish I'd remebered, there is/was a vigil and I'd have seen if it was possible to go.
Not many cases affect me the point hers did. I cried more than once over it and I'll still randomly remember her.
Thoughts with her family and friends.
It is vile what men do to us women...
The statement given by Sarah’s mother. Still one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve ever read. Her pain pours out of every word
Sarah is gone and I am broken-hearted. She was my precious little girl, our youngest child. The feeling of loss is so great it is visceral. And with the sorrow come waves of panic at not being able to see her again. I can never talk to her, never hold her again, and never more be a part of her life. We have kept her dressing gown - it still smells of her and I hug that instead of her.
Sarah died in horrendous circumstances. I am tormented at the thought of what she endured. I play it out in my mind. I go through the terrible sequence of events. I wonder when she realised she was in mortal danger; I wonder what her murderer said to her. When he strangled her, for how long was she conscious, knowing she would die? It is torture to think of it.
Sarah was handcuffed, unable to defend herself, and there was no one to rescue her. She spent her last hours on this earth with the very worst of humanity. She lost her life because Wayne Couzens wanted to satisfy his perverted desires. It is a ridiculous reason, it is nonsensical. How could he value a human life so cheaply? I cannot comprehend it. I am incandescent with rage at the thought of it.
He treated my daughter as if she was nothing and disposed of her as if she was rubbish.
If Sarah had died because of an illness, she would have been cared for. We could have looked after her and been with her. If she had died because of an accident, people would have tried to help - there would have been kindness. But there is no comfort to be had, there is no consoling thought in the way Sarah died. In her last hours she was faced with brutality and terror, alone with someone intent on doing her harm. The thought of it is unbearable. I am haunted by the horror of it.
When Sarah went missing we suffered days of agony, not knowing where she was or what had happened to her. Then, when Sarah's burnt remains were found, we spent two terrible days waiting for tests to show how she had died, fearing she had been set alight before she was dead - the thought was appalling.
Burning her body was the final insult, it meant we could never again see her sweet face and never say goodbye.
Our lives will never be the same. We should be a family of five, but now we are four. Her death leaves a yawning chasm in our lives that cannot be filled.
I yearn for her. I remember all the lovely things about her. She was caring, she was funny. She was clever, but she was good at practical things too. She was a beautiful dancer. She was a wonderful daughter. She was always there to listen, to advise, or simply to share with the minutiae of the day. And she was also a strongly principled young woman who knew right from wrong and who lived by those values. She was a good person. She had purpose to her life.
My outlook on life has changed since Sarah died. I am more cautious, I worry more about our other children. I crave the familiarity and security of home - the wider world has lost its appeal. It is too painful to contemplate a future without Sarah, so I just live in the here and now. I think of Sarah all the time, but the mornings and evenings are particularly painful. In the morning I wake up to the awful reality that Sarah is gone. In the evenings, at the time she was abducted, I let out a silent scream: Don't get in the car, Sarah. Don't believe him. Run!
I am repulsed by the thought of Wayne Couzens and what he did to Sarah. I am outraged that he masqueraded as a policeman in order to get what he wanted.
Sarah wanted to get married and have children - now all that has gone. He took her life and stole her future and we will never have the joy of sharing that future with her. Each day dawns and I think Sarah should be here, leading her life and embracing new experiences. She had so many years ahead of her.
I don't know how anyone could be so cruel as to take my daughter's life. What I do know is that Sarah will never be forgotten and is remembered with boundless love.
I cling on to memories of Sarah, I hold them tight to keep them safe. The other night, I dreamt that Sarah appeared at home. In my dream I held her and could feel her physically. Jeremy was there, we were comforting her, saying: 'It's all right Sarah, it's all right'. I would give anything to hold her once more. I hope I dream that dream again.
Sarah is gone and I am broken-hearted. She was my precious little girl, our youngest child. The feeling of loss is so great it is visceral. And with the sorrow come waves of panic at not being able to see her again. I can never talk to her, never hold her again, and never more be a part of her life. We have kept her dressing gown - it still smells of her and I hug that instead of her.
Sarah died in horrendous circumstances. I am tormented at the thought of what she endured. I play it out in my mind. I go through the terrible sequence of events. I wonder when she realised she was in mortal danger; I wonder what her murderer said to her. When he strangled her, for how long was she conscious, knowing she would die? It is torture to think of it.
Sarah was handcuffed, unable to defend herself, and there was no one to rescue her. She spent her last hours on this earth with the very worst of humanity. She lost her life because Wayne Couzens wanted to satisfy his perverted desires. It is a ridiculous reason, it is nonsensical. How could he value a human life so cheaply? I cannot comprehend it. I am incandescent with rage at the thought of it.
He treated my daughter as if she was nothing and disposed of her as if she was rubbish.
If Sarah had died because of an illness, she would have been cared for. We could have looked after her and been with her. If she had died because of an accident, people would have tried to help - there would have been kindness. But there is no comfort to be had, there is no consoling thought in the way Sarah died. In her last hours she was faced with brutality and terror, alone with someone intent on doing her harm. The thought of it is unbearable. I am haunted by the horror of it.
When Sarah went missing we suffered days of agony, not knowing where she was or what had happened to her. Then, when Sarah's burnt remains were found, we spent two terrible days waiting for tests to show how she had died, fearing she had been set alight before she was dead - the thought was appalling.
Burning her body was the final insult, it meant we could never again see her sweet face and never say goodbye.
Our lives will never be the same. We should be a family of five, but now we are four. Her death leaves a yawning chasm in our lives that cannot be filled.
I yearn for her. I remember all the lovely things about her. She was caring, she was funny. She was clever, but she was good at practical things too. She was a beautiful dancer. She was a wonderful daughter. She was always there to listen, to advise, or simply to share with the minutiae of the day. And she was also a strongly principled young woman who knew right from wrong and who lived by those values. She was a good person. She had purpose to her life.
My outlook on life has changed since Sarah died. I am more cautious, I worry more about our other children. I crave the familiarity and security of home - the wider world has lost its appeal. It is too painful to contemplate a future without Sarah, so I just live in the here and now. I think of Sarah all the time, but the mornings and evenings are particularly painful. In the morning I wake up to the awful reality that Sarah is gone. In the evenings, at the time she was abducted, I let out a silent scream: Don't get in the car, Sarah. Don't believe him. Run!
I am repulsed by the thought of Wayne Couzens and what he did to Sarah. I am outraged that he masqueraded as a policeman in order to get what he wanted.
Sarah wanted to get married and have children - now all that has gone. He took her life and stole her future and we will never have the joy of sharing that future with her. Each day dawns and I think Sarah should be here, leading her life and embracing new experiences. She had so many years ahead of her.
I don't know how anyone could be so cruel as to take my daughter's life. What I do know is that Sarah will never be forgotten and is remembered with boundless love.
I cling on to memories of Sarah, I hold them tight to keep them safe. The other night, I dreamt that Sarah appeared at home. In my dream I held her and could feel her physically. Jeremy was there, we were comforting her, saying: 'It's all right Sarah, it's all right'. I would give anything to hold her once more. I hope I dream that dream again.
Oh my god, this is so, so heartbreaking. The tears were just coming reading it.....I can feel all of her mothers pain.....what can anyone say after reading that?it's just devasting.The statement given by Sarah’s mother. Still one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve ever read. Her pain pours out of every word
Sarah is gone and I am broken-hearted. She was my precious little girl, our youngest child. The feeling of loss is so great it is visceral. And with the sorrow come waves of panic at not being able to see her again. I can never talk to her, never hold her again, and never more be a part of her life. We have kept her dressing gown - it still smells of her and I hug that instead of her.
Sarah died in horrendous circumstances. I am tormented at the thought of what she endured. I play it out in my mind. I go through the terrible sequence of events. I wonder when she realised she was in mortal danger; I wonder what her murderer said to her. When he strangled her, for how long was she conscious, knowing she would die? It is torture to think of it.
Sarah was handcuffed, unable to defend herself, and there was no one to rescue her. She spent her last hours on this earth with the very worst of humanity. She lost her life because Wayne Couzens wanted to satisfy his perverted desires. It is a ridiculous reason, it is nonsensical. How could he value a human life so cheaply? I cannot comprehend it. I am incandescent with rage at the thought of it.
He treated my daughter as if she was nothing and disposed of her as if she was rubbish.
If Sarah had died because of an illness, she would have been cared for. We could have looked after her and been with her. If she had died because of an accident, people would have tried to help - there would have been kindness. But there is no comfort to be had, there is no consoling thought in the way Sarah died. In her last hours she was faced with brutality and terror, alone with someone intent on doing her harm. The thought of it is unbearable. I am haunted by the horror of it.
When Sarah went missing we suffered days of agony, not knowing where she was or what had happened to her. Then, when Sarah's burnt remains were found, we spent two terrible days waiting for tests to show how she had died, fearing she had been set alight before she was dead - the thought was appalling.
Burning her body was the final insult, it meant we could never again see her sweet face and never say goodbye.
Our lives will never be the same. We should be a family of five, but now we are four. Her death leaves a yawning chasm in our lives that cannot be filled.
I yearn for her. I remember all the lovely things about her. She was caring, she was funny. She was clever, but she was good at practical things too. She was a beautiful dancer. She was a wonderful daughter. She was always there to listen, to advise, or simply to share with the minutiae of the day. And she was also a strongly principled young woman who knew right from wrong and who lived by those values. She was a good person. She had purpose to her life.
My outlook on life has changed since Sarah died. I am more cautious, I worry more about our other children. I crave the familiarity and security of home - the wider world has lost its appeal. It is too painful to contemplate a future without Sarah, so I just live in the here and now. I think of Sarah all the time, but the mornings and evenings are particularly painful. In the morning I wake up to the awful reality that Sarah is gone. In the evenings, at the time she was abducted, I let out a silent scream: Don't get in the car, Sarah. Don't believe him. Run!
I am repulsed by the thought of Wayne Couzens and what he did to Sarah. I am outraged that he masqueraded as a policeman in order to get what he wanted.
Sarah wanted to get married and have children - now all that has gone. He took her life and stole her future and we will never have the joy of sharing that future with her. Each day dawns and I think Sarah should be here, leading her life and embracing new experiences. She had so many years ahead of her.
I don't know how anyone could be so cruel as to take my daughter's life. What I do know is that Sarah will never be forgotten and is remembered with boundless love.
I cling on to memories of Sarah, I hold them tight to keep them safe. The other night, I dreamt that Sarah appeared at home. In my dream I held her and could feel her physically. Jeremy was there, we were comforting her, saying: 'It's all right Sarah, it's all right'. I would give anything to hold her once more. I hope I dream that dream again.
Men will never understand the fear we live in.
And yet, nothing has changed.
Women like me still walk home from work in the dark in fear of our lives, clutching our keyring in our hands.
How many males walk home with their house keyring in their hand, whilst looking over their shoulder
Women like me still walk home from work in the dark in fear of our lives, clutching our keyring in our hands.
How many males walk home with their house keyring in their hand, whilst looking over their shoulder
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Totally agree.And yet, nothing has changed.
Women like me still walk home from work in the dark in fear of our lives, clutching our keyring in our hands.
How many males walk home with their house keyring in their hand, whilst looking over their shoulder
The classic line:
Text me when you get home safely, said no man to another man ever.
It says he’s now in fear of his life after Ian Huntley’s death! Good!!
And I hope he remains in that state for the rest of his sentence, always scared but never killed. He doesn't deserve the release of death, nor did Huntley in my opinion. Neither of them deserve the airtime they still get either, I feel for the victims' families having to see the names and faces of these beasts pop up when they are trying to find some semblance of peace in their lives
My son want's to join the police force.
All because I brought him up to do right.
I wish I hadn't.
It scares me.
All because I brought him up to do right.
I wish I hadn't.
It scares me.
In which case your son will be how police SHOULD be.xxxxxx
100% this. Him being killed in prison would be too kind. Him being terrified for the rest of his natural life if what he deserves. I cannot imagine the terror sarah felt for the hours before she was murdered. He should feel the same ormworse
Such a long journey between the abduction and the site of his attack. I can't imagine the terror she felt. I hope he receives the same terror 10 fold and never knows a moment's peace again. God rest her soul
