Crap I did a search with his name but found nothing, sorry about that.
No trouble!Crap I did a search with his name but found nothing, sorry about that.
Life sentences usually have a minimum term, before they can apply for parole anything low end might be 13-15 years minimum and highest 40 years anything above that would just be a whole life never get out but very rare.Is there not a life sentence in England?
there is, it's called a 'whole life order', but they are used infrequently (about a 100 since it started)A man has been jailed for 21 years and his partner for a minimum of 29 years over the torture and killing of his six-year-old son, Arthur Labinjo-Hughes.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-59522243
Is there not a life sentence in England?
Thanks, I'll have to read about this.there is, it's called a 'whole life order', but they are used infrequently (about a 100 since it started)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_prisoners_with_whole-life_orders
Thanks for the in-depth explanation.Life sentences usually have a minimum term, before they can apply for parole anything low end might be 13-15 years minimum and highest 40 years anything above that would just be a whole life never get out but very rare.
29 years is actually a lot relative to what they would have got 15-20 years ago. There are sex murders with 2 victims from the 70, 80s etc who have been released. It’s only in the past few years that sentences have started to look half proper. I think first started with minimum 30 years for firearms murder during the 00s, that then made them look at sentencing for types of murders to keep things proportionate
Oddly not without cause - constantly thirsty from being made to eat salt, feeling unwell from eating salt, being made to stand rigidly to attention in the hallway for 14+ hours a day, hurting from dozens and dozens of bruises, being made to sleep on the floor, being threatened with murder by his father and step-mother, seeing the other children in the house given love and affection.Reading that the girl used in court a defence of "it's his fault for constantly whinging".... jesus christ.
That this happened and the case ended up how it did... awful awful case, not one for wishing violence on people but I hope some prisoner or another gets their hands on them.You know when both sets of grandparents are reporting them to child services it must be bad.
No doubt they put on a smile and pretended they were outstanding people when the inspectors turned up.
How can you have so much hatred inside you that you want to do such cruel things?
Reading that the girl used in court a defence of "it's his fault for constantly whinging".... jesus christ.
Reading it all just sounds horrendeous doesn't it. I wish I didn't hear the voice clips of him as it makes it all the more real.Oddly not without cause - constantly thirsty from being made to eat salt, feeling unwell from eating salt, being made to stand rigidly to attention in the hallway for 14+ hours a day, hurting from dozens and dozens of bruises, being made to sleep on the floor, being threatened with murder by his father and step-mother, seeing the other children in the house given love and affection.
To talk about the sentences the killers received, Life Sentences were altered because it was considered cruel that the prisoner had no hope of ever being released, a minimum before being considered for parole was made the norm. They don't have to give her parole, she can rot in prison but I wouldn't want her to top herself because she had no hope whatsoever.
I'm really hopeful the Attorney General or whomever decides, to appeal the father's sentence and give him a similar one to the woman's. To my mind he should be punished at the same rate because he was the boy's father, his duty was to protect his son, not encourage and plan his murder, not threaten his son with taking his jaw off, filling him in or burying him. He should suffer every day for the rest of his life. Just as his son did.
Saying nobody loves me or nobody is going to feed me just knocked me for 6. You can only imagine how scared and lost the poor boy must have felt.That this happened and the case ended up how it did... awful awful case, not one for wishing violence on people but I hope some prisoner or another gets their hands on them.
It's been days and I can't stop hearing it.Reading it all just sounds horrendeous doesn't it. I wish I didn't hear the voice clips of him as it makes it all the more real.
As a father myself it's beyond me how these people can even be considered for releasement in society again.I find this case very hard to dip into, I’m skimmed it enough to get the most but that’s all I can bare.
As a father of a 2 year old, I just couldn’t imagine any harm coming to him in such an awful manor, the thought of what this poor beautiful boy had to go through literally snaps me in 2 and makes me so incredibly angry these cowards breath the same air as me and all of us.
To think there a people like Robert Maudsley who is in prison for life (whole life tariff) and almost permanently in a glass box 23 hours a day underneath the prison he resides in for killing Child abusers…..makes me think these individuals that brutally treated and killed this young boy have got it very light in comparison!
Not in anyway condoning Robert Maudsley, he of course deserves to be in prison, regardless to who he supposedly killed (child abusers), his sentence is exactly what these scum require
I’m so sorry to read this mate. Bless your heart.Another victim to not make it to being a survivor.
It doesn't fecking stop.
I made it to being a survivor and I have my own kids, and by fluke I am.
My mum was probably post natal, and she had 3 under 5, so it was tough for her. But I was the middle child, and I was a boy, unlike my two sisters. Ergo, the depression was laid out on me. What I found out later was there was generational abuse going on. Not just physical.
My mum continued to batter me, from before I can remember, until I left the house to go to uni. Her favourites were the pipe of the Henry hoover, pans, the handle of the feather duster, that kind of stuff. Locking me in cupboards and rooms and boxes were also her penchant, especially as I got older. My first ever stitches were after she'd locked me in the kitchen before school and I accidentally broke the glass asking her to let me out. I also did most of the work around the house and garden. My dad was the arbitrate of static punishment. That's why this Arthur thing is triggering like feck. That nose against the wall for hours. fecking hell. But, he'd also boot me in the kidneys when I was on the floor and break my nose on my 21st birthday. So he wasn't averse to a little violence.
When I was 11, the generational abuse really came to front, my cousin, who from what I can gather was probably raped by his father, raped me. His father had repeatedly raped his younger brother and sisters. My mum was the eldest. I don't know how many times it happened, that whole summer was a blur.
It was probably that that stopped me just taking it, starting to fight back. Not cos of me, but because I have my little sister and other younger cousins from the same family. And I've been fighting since. Not always in a good way. I've been diagnosed with a mixed personality disorder, which is caused by complex PTSD. I have been horrible to everyone I love.
People like this need to be caught much earlier, you get checkups regularly in the first year, but it's only for the kids, no one is asking about the parents. To use a phrase "a stitch in time saves nine"
No words, brother.Another victim to not make it to being a survivor.
It doesn't fecking stop.
I made it to being a survivor and I have my own kids, and by fluke I am.
My mum was probably post natal, and she had 3 under 5, so it was tough for her. But I was the middle child, and I was a boy, unlike my two sisters. Ergo, the depression was laid out on me. What I found out later was there was generational abuse going on. Not just physical.
My mum continued to batter me, from before I can remember, until I left the house to go to uni. Her favourites were the pipe of the Henry hoover, pans, the handle of the feather duster, that kind of stuff. Locking me in cupboards and rooms and boxes were also her penchant, especially as I got older. My first ever stitches were after she'd locked me in the kitchen before school and I accidentally broke the glass asking her to let me out. I also did most of the work around the house and garden. My dad was the arbitrate of static punishment. That's why this Arthur thing is triggering like feck. That nose against the wall for hours. fecking hell. But, he'd also boot me in the kidneys when I was on the floor and break my nose on my 21st birthday. So he wasn't averse to a little violence.
When I was 11, the generational abuse really came to front, my cousin, who from what I can gather was probably raped by his father, raped me. His father had repeatedly raped his younger brother and sisters. My mum was the eldest. I don't know how many times it happened, that whole summer was a blur.
It was probably that that stopped me just taking it, starting to fight back. Not cos of me, but because I have my little sister and other younger cousins from the same family. And I've been fighting since. Not always in a good way. I've been diagnosed with a mixed personality disorder, which is caused by complex PTSD. I have been horrible to everyone I love.
People like this need to be caught much earlier, you get checkups regularly in the first year, but it's only for the kids, no one is asking about the parents. To use a phrase "a stitch in time saves nine"
I’m so sorry to read this mate. Bless your heart.
Thanks guys. To be honest I was debating with my wife why I was posting this and your responses are literally it.No words, brother.
Its heartbreaking to know anyone had to go through a tenth of this.Another victim to not make it to being a survivor.
It doesn't fecking stop.
I made it to being a survivor and I have my own kids, and by fluke I am.
My mum was probably post natal, and she had 3 under 5, so it was tough for her. But I was the middle child, and I was a boy, unlike my two sisters. Ergo, the depression was laid out on me. What I found out later was there was generational abuse going on. Not just physical.
My mum continued to batter me, from before I can remember, until I left the house to go to uni. Her favourites were the pipe of the Henry hoover, pans, the handle of the feather duster, that kind of stuff. Locking me in cupboards and rooms and boxes were also her penchant, especially as I got older. My first ever stitches were after she'd locked me in the kitchen before school and I accidentally broke the glass asking her to let me out. I also did most of the work around the house and garden. My dad was the arbitrate of static punishment. That's why this Arthur thing is triggering like feck. That nose against the wall for hours. fecking hell. But, he'd also boot me in the kidneys when I was on the floor and break my nose on my 21st birthday. So he wasn't averse to a little violence.
When I was 11, the generational abuse really came to front, my cousin, who from what I can gather was probably raped by his father, raped me. His father had repeatedly raped his younger brother and sisters. My mum was the eldest. I don't know how many times it happened, that whole summer was a blur.
It was probably that that stopped me just taking it, starting to fight back. Not cos of me, but because I have my little sister and other younger cousins from the same family. And I've been fighting since. Not always in a good way. I've been diagnosed with a mixed personality disorder, which is caused by complex PTSD. I have been horrible to everyone I love.
People like this need to be caught much earlier, you get checkups regularly in the first year, but it's only for the kids, no one is asking about the parents. To use a phrase "a stitch in time saves nine"
Completely agree, I'm glad that they get tormented with the review as well.Arthur Labinjo-Hughes: Jail terms of boy's killers to be reviewed
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-birmingham-59532071
Throw away the key.
You’ll find zero judgement on here mate. There’s an incredible network of individuals that pull together and support each other.Thanks guys. To be honest I was debating with my wife why I was posting this and your responses are literally it.
Reading this was like a punch in the gut.. Takes strength and courage to speak about something like this and I thank you for sharing. Stay strong.Another victim to not make it to being a survivor.
It doesn't fecking stop.
I made it to being a survivor and I have my own kids, and by fluke I am.
My mum was probably post natal, and she had 3 under 5, so it was tough for her. But I was the middle child, and I was a boy, unlike my two sisters. Ergo, the depression was laid out on me. What I found out later was there was generational abuse going on. Not just physical.
My mum continued to batter me, from before I can remember, until I left the house to go to uni. Her favourites were the pipe of the Henry hoover, pans, the handle of the feather duster, that kind of stuff. Locking me in cupboards and rooms and boxes were also her penchant, especially as I got older. My first ever stitches were after she'd locked me in the kitchen before school and I accidentally broke the glass asking her to let me out. I also did most of the work around the house and garden. My dad was the arbitrate of static punishment. That's why this Arthur thing is triggering like feck. That nose against the wall for hours. fecking hell. But, he'd also boot me in the kidneys when I was on the floor and break my nose on my 21st birthday. So he wasn't averse to a little violence.
When I was 11, the generational abuse really came to front, my cousin, who from what I can gather was probably raped by his father, raped me. His father had repeatedly raped his younger brother and sisters. My mum was the eldest. I don't know how many times it happened, that whole summer was a blur.
It was probably that that stopped me just taking it, starting to fight back. Not cos of me, but because I have my little sister and other younger cousins from the same family. And I've been fighting since. Not always in a good way. I've been diagnosed with a mixed personality disorder, which is caused by complex PTSD. I have been horrible to everyone I love.
People like this need to be caught much earlier, you get checkups regularly in the first year, but it's only for the kids, no one is asking about the parents. To use a phrase "a stitch in time saves nine"
Its heartbreaking to know anyone had to go through a tenth of this.
And to go on, survive, rise above it, and not let it repeat in your life.
I cant even imagine what it must have been like, but you survived it and that's the best "feck you" ever to the sick fecks who were responsible for inflicting it on you.
One thing I know about the Caf is that you'll get nothing but respect for sharing that, and I hope that helps you even the tiniest bit.
You’ll find zero judgement on here mate. There’s an incredible network of individuals that pull together and support each other.
Reading this was like a punch in the gut.. Takes strength and courage to speak about something like this and I thank you for sharing. Stay strong.
It takes the greatest amount of courage to even put your ordeals into words, let alone air them on a public forum; anyone who would use such a post against you would be banned, succinctly.Another victim to not make it to being a survivor.
It doesn't fecking stop.
I made it to being a survivor and I have my own kids, and by fluke I am.
My mum was probably post natal, and she had 3 under 5, so it was tough for her. But I was the middle child, and I was a boy, unlike my two sisters. Ergo, the depression was laid out on me. What I found out later was there was generational abuse going on. Not just physical.
My mum continued to batter me, from before I can remember, until I left the house to go to uni. Her favourites were the pipe of the Henry hoover, pans, the handle of the feather duster, that kind of stuff. Locking me in cupboards and rooms and boxes were also her penchant, especially as I got older. My first ever stitches were after she'd locked me in the kitchen before school and I accidentally broke the glass asking her to let me out. I also did most of the work around the house and garden. My dad was the arbitrate of static punishment. That's why this Arthur thing is triggering like feck. That nose against the wall for hours. fecking hell. But, he'd also boot me in the kidneys when I was on the floor and break my nose on my 21st birthday. So he wasn't averse to a little violence.
When I was 11, the generational abuse really came to front, my cousin, who from what I can gather was probably raped by his father, raped me. His father had repeatedly raped his younger brother and sisters. My mum was the eldest. I don't know how many times it happened, that whole summer was a blur.
It was probably that that stopped me just taking it, starting to fight back. Not cos of me, but because I have my little sister and other younger cousins from the same family. And I've been fighting since. Not always in a good way. I've been diagnosed with a mixed personality disorder, which is caused by complex PTSD. I have been horrible to everyone I love.
People like this need to be caught much earlier, you get checkups regularly in the first year, but it's only for the kids, no one is asking about the parents. To use a phrase "a stitch in time saves nine"
Thanks man, and the size of this forum was a massive part of my decision to post this, not about the catharsis, which I didn't even expect.It takes the greatest amount of courage to even put your ordeals into words, let alone air them on a public forum; anyone who would use such a post against you would be banned, succinctly.
It may be a form of catharsis for you, but on a forum of this size, there's no doubt your words have the potential to aid others who have been through the same thing and give them a sense that they are not alone, and can reach out to people like yourself it they wish to.
Kudos to you.
