Mary Bell: The 11 Year Old Killer | Killer Psyche

[@kaseywebb770]

I'm sorry I'm just so very, very sorry🌹🌹🌹I had a hysterectomy 11 months ago to guarantee I would never bear a child, and the core reason was to ensure a little girl or boy did not experience the homelife that I did... But this, this is just so impossibly wrong. The system failed Mary just as much as her mother. A little girl was thrown to the wolves again and again and again by those who should have protected her. I just wish Mary, her daughter and granddaughter some peace, privacy and relief 😢😢😢😢

[@rubyred6954]

That girl didn’t stand a chance in life! Her mother was a sociopath and in turn made her young daughter into a psychopath. It’s sickening

[@stitcherywitchery8611]

Mary Bell was such a tragic figure in every sense...

[@WonderyMedia]

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[@joanne5428]

I feel so bad for the little girl it’s her evil mother that belongs in jail 😡😡😡

[@amandagardiner6065]

So I have autism and my childhood sucked I'm not going to go into a lot of details but the DHS worker that was on my case kept trying to insist that I was a compulsive liar and a psychopath. A couple mental health care professionals did try to stand up for me but anytime anybody would try to say anything to her or that wasn't in agreement of her opinion I was made to see someone else. By the time I got out of foster care and they just dumped me off on a random family member they had me on a combination of medications that should have killed me and the only reason why I wasn't dead is because I refused to take them. Kind of funny that the only time I had any outbursts was when people stepped on my boundaries. I only really did or said anything violent or unkind when somebody had clearly disrespected my boundaries or I was upset and didn't know how to communicate it. Me frequently losing my s*** at school and destroying things as a small child alone should have told them that something wasn't right. That and my mother did not bathe me so I stunk The only time I got a bath is when we went to family members houses. I was frequently made fun of by the other kids because of how bad I smelled. I did not know how to bathe myself because I was never taught until I was 13 years old and a family member caught the fact that I did not know how to clean myself I didn't know the first thing about how to take care of myself I didn't know how to brush my teeth I didn't know how to wash my hair I did not know how to clean my body I did not know anything about how to take care of myself. It didn't help that since my mom was almost always drunk and high that I learned how to speak from people who were constantly slurring their speech so I had a slur and it's still a problem today I did receive a lot of speech therapy in school but I still do have a slight speech impediment. But when I was in foster care at 17 there was a psychiatrist I seen that kept trying to push a diagnosis of psychopathy "based off the history she had been given" when she didn't even know me the instant I walked into that woman's office for that appointment I don't know what she was told about me but she was instantly hounding me about how she knew how I thought and she was as far back away from me as she could be and she was sweating profusely I do not know what she was told but she kept telling me when I would say I don't have violent thoughts unless somebody is provoking me that she knew I was lying and that's what people like me do it's just lie about everything and that we are very good at convincing people that were something we're not and that we're innocent and we're very good at charming and manipulating people... Lady I cannot read emotions the way you think I can I can't even identify my own emotions and that should be a red flag of a whole different type to you as a psychiatrist that's the way I think now that should have been huge red flags to her as a psychiatrist that I couldn't identify my own emotions well and that I could not identify the mood in the room because the entire time she's sitting there I just kept rambling on about how much I loved cats and I miss having a cat and asking her if she could play chess and if she could play a game of chess with me I was completely oblivious to her body language or anything and the first thing I tried to do when I met her was I tried to give her a hug because I hug everyone by the end of that appointment I was so confused because I was like what is this lady talking about like why is she behaving this way I'm just being nice and friendly now that I am older and I've been through some therapy that was actually proper I'm becoming more aware of certain body languages and mannerisms and I'm becoming a little bit better at reading that but it's taking a lot of time it's therapies that I should have had as a child it's things that should have been caught on to a lot earlier and schools did raise concerns with my mother several times She refused to do anything God forbid she would have had to take me to more appointments than she already did have to because that would have cut into her time partying and drinking and getting high. She kept just saying there was nothing wrong with me and that I was fine and when She finally had to take me to be evaluated for something for school She didn't even have me stay the whole appointment they started pointing out things and suggesting things and she stormed out mad screaming about how there was nothing wrong with me and I didn't need any of these services and a lot more things and nothing ever happened that's just where it ended. I was a very intelligent child I just didn't apply myself I didn't do anything in class really for the school work and I was disruptive and a lot of it went back to my home life being crap I was on honor roll all through high school but not for the reason you would think my grades improved in middle school and at the end of sixth grade as well. I'm also dyslexic and that wasn't caught until I was an adult pretty much. I had a couple of teachers that raised concerns but they kept being told if I was dyslexic somebody would have noticed by then when in reality no they wouldn't have I haven't really bad as it pertains to graphing and I didn't do pretty much any of my work in grade school I was just pushed through instead of held back and I really should have been held back I still to this day have no idea how I wasn't. The only thing I didn't do was wet the bed frequently and that's because I was up most of the night and still to this day I have horrible sleep patterns I don't sleep well even as a small child I had such bad insomnia and I wasn't able to sleep a lot My mom would be up with music blaring and people in and out of the house until sometimes 3:00 in the morning. So my sleep pattern was pretty broken there wasn't a lot of opportunity to sleep through the night and wet the bed because I was usually up and would sleep just at random intervals whenever I could wherever I could. I don't think I ever had more than three or four hours of sleep at a time even when I was really sick. and I knew if I didn't want to wake up wet because wet clothes bothered me autism sensory issues that I had to go to the potty before I went and laid down. I had to learn that myself cuz my mom didn't teach me. Hell I was still in diapers and drinking out of a bottle up until she sent me out to kindergarten and then I was just throwing me to the wolves. I had to learn very fast on my own to go to the bathroom on the toilet and she didn't send me to kindergarten at 5 years old like she should have she sent me at 6 years old She pushed it literally as long as she could probably because she didn't want to have to be responsible for getting me to and from school it meant she would have had to cut back on her drinking and her drug use and she wasn't ready for that so she pushed it as long as she could. My front teeth rotted out and had to be pulled before I was even 5 years old because of bottle rot. It's not as if I didn't want to drink out of a cup or use the bathroom on the toilet I started recognizing that the other kids around me didn't potty on themselves and the only time I was out of a diaper until I went to school was when we were around family I knew how to use the toilet My mom would just put a diaper on me and throw me outside all day with a baby bottle with juice in it or Kool-Aid and a snack cake and that was it I usually didn't go back into the house until I heard her whistle because I didn't want to be there with the people she had in our home I had to go and find other places to get things to eat and drink from the other kids in our apartment complex and that only happened after I was old enough to climb out of what she called the pit. She would just put me out there through the window from our sub basement apartment and intermittently hand me a bottle of Kool-Aid while I played in the dirt all day and when I eventually was able to climb out of it she just shrugged her shoulders and said good for you now you can go run around in the grass out there with the other kids have fun. I would be drenched with pee and covered in feces and I had horrible rashes and it was just really bad The only time I was out of a diaper was if we were going to family functions or a doctor's appointment sometimes not even at the doctor's appointments.

[@amandagardiner6065]

This is just the things that weren't physical abuse that I had to go through and mental abuse That's just the neglect I'm not going to trigger people's trauma issues too badly here with the more gruesome details.

[@matthewfergusons4318]

Is to use for as a counselor to talk to other kids that do that or other highly abuse cases that I could be actually a very interesting movie but based off of her that could be

[@danlhendl]

In fact it's suitable for very few people and you aren't one of them