Comments by "Denise Bacher" (@denisebacher5040) on "Danielle Kirsty" channel.

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  5. Wow! I was sobbing at the beginning and I sobbed towards the end. For two different girls. And to think, if Christa had a normal upbringing she probably wouldn’t be where she is now ( we cannot just say it was all her upbringing, as I imagine her bipolar disorder led to her being a monster as well). Besides not all abused children murder or abuse their kids or other children/people. By 6 years old I was being sexually abused by one brother, who brought another brother into it within two months. At 9 years old my cousin sold me to 3 friends of his for $25. At 12 years old my mother’s second husband was also sexually abusing me. This all went on until I was 19. And through all that time I was also being physically ( my 3 brothers all would also physically abuse me) and mentally abused. All the sexual and physical abuse was my fault entirely said my mother. Every part of it. My mom KNEW her choice for a second husband was a pedophile ( she worked with his stepdaughter from his second marriage who he was also assaulting sexually). And I was at just the right age that he liked. So, of course, I know now it was not my fault, but as a child it was 100% my fault. And my mother has made no effort to ever make it up to me. She says she did it to make me stronger. I may not have become stronger ( who really can) but it did make me adaptable. I just accept what is happening and move on. Like my two rapes since I became an adult. Or my two failed suicide attempts. But through it all I have never ever thought of severely harming others. Even my family members. And many of them deserve it. My goal through life was to always be the greatest mother I can. Even to children that are not mine. If I could take on and love all the hurting kids of this world, I definitely would. And I know MANY people in my support group who feel the same. So no, not every abused child becomes a monster. I truly hurt for Christa, but she chose that path.
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  20. HAPPY CHRISTMAS and New Year, Danielle! I’m so glad I found your channel! JUST WOW, to this story! I sobbed so hard thinking about all those children and Ed thinking they were going to die! Bravo to Ed and Mike!! ( Truly very sorry Mike had a hard life, I pray that is at an end!) Also sobbed thinking of the reunion between parents and children. Those parents had to be going out of their minds wanting their children back! I once lost my daughter for 3 hours and I was freaking out! Her and her older sister ( they were 8 and 9 at this point) would get off the bus together, which dropped them at the gate to our community. They then would run to my condo which was 200 -300 feet from the gate. I could see the bus stop from my living room window. Well they both got off, let themselves into the community and the older daughter ran home, but the younger one was talking with a friend who lived in the complex. The older one told me that when she hurried in the door. So I’m not upset she did hurry right home. But 10-15 minutes go by and she’s still not back so I tell the older one to listen for my infant ( 6 months old who was napping) while go get the missing child. But there was no sign of my daughter. The friend said they parted ways and she had no idea where she went. I walked around our complex asking anyone I saw if they saw her. Nope. Went back to my house thinking she was there. Nope. But the baby is awake, so I send the 9 year old out to look and ask other kids in the complex ( she knew where all the friends’ houses were whereas I just knew a handful). She came back and said some kids said her sister had gone to this one house where every now and then the grandchild of the owners would be visiting ( my daughter and the grandchild were close friends). But my elder daughter knocked and no one answered. But the kids said someone had answered the door. I got the 6mo occupied in eating a snack and went off again this time to the last place my daughter was at. I knocked and knocked and then their neighbor came out said she thought they were gone. So I wandered around some more, calling my daughter in THE mom voice. Using her whole name. No sign. I’m freaking out. I go back to where’s she’s last seen and another neighbor says she’s sure the couple hadn’t left because she had just seen the woman closing her blinds. So I start knocking and knocking not giving up this time. This couple was not deaf or elderly so there’s no reason they could not hear my knocking. Soon I was banging and still nothing. I got to their backyard, climbed over their fence and walked up to their back door and knocked. The lady came to the door startled and angry. And I explained I was looking for my daughter and before I called the cops I figured I’d ask them personally. Sure enough my daughter was there!! The couple and my daughter were watching movies in their den they had made into a movie room!! “It’s hard to hear anything in there because of the speaker system.” I went off about them having my daughter in their house. The woman was indignant and her husband acted all “well let’s calm down, ladies”. I took my daughter and left through their front door! And then I lectured both my daughters that the new rules of my house was to come instantly when you get off the bus and to ALWAYS tell me where they were. That became the rule for my baby when she got older as well. And that middle child was grounded for a day from anything but books for 2 days for the scare she gave me.
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  21. I remember I was listening to the radio and the radio host was talking to this guy who had a squatter problem. The guy’s son was watching their house and let some friends move in. Then the son couldn’t get them out ( they were doing damage to the house) so the homeowner called the cops. Cops said because the “friends” had started getting mail there they had established residency, tying the police’s hands. Homeowner files to get them evicted. Three months later the court rules they have to leave. BUT in that time the squatters had moved other people in and they established residency. And the homeowner had to now file to get them evicted. This went on over a year with MANY squatters having a revolving door of people moving, establishing residency and then having to be evicted. The homeowner was going broke from all the lawyer fees he was paying. I think it was nearly TWO YEARS before he got his house back. And my parents had a squatter problem as well. They had an insurance agent who they had casually mentioned to that they were looking to lease to own their house to as they had bought another home. She mentioned her son and daughter in law might be interested and eventually things got hammered out and she put money down for her son and his wife to move in. They paid two months rent and then abruptly stopped. My parents went through all the legal channels to get them out. They got removed though, 6 months later, when they were arrested for running a meth lab in the home. Not kidding. They had no electricity or water to the house. The garage was used as a garbage dump. My parents had to pay to have the house torn down and for some service to come and clean the soil because of the meth lab. That couple cost them tens of thousands.
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  38. So truly heartbreaking! Poor Suzanne. I had to start working on something else so I wouldn’t try empathizing with her when you were describing her torture. I just knew I’d freak out and start sobbing. And I did start to cry when you spoke of her thanking the people for helping her. Because I could just see her thinking about that kid she pleaded with to help her and him not doing it but these utter strangers were helping. And then I was thinking that Jean and Bernadette’s kids probably turned out not much better than them. Because I guarantee you Jean and Bernadette didn’t start off life being sadistic monsters ( none of these killers do). No they probably lived horrendous childhoods themselves. No excuse at all. Because look Suzanne had a really rough life but she was sweet and caring. So yeah all the torturers chose to be monsters. But I wouldn’t be surprised if Jean and Bernadette’s children were into crime. Breaks my heart also, thinking of moms being monsters, that Suzanne’s mom wouldn’t put her kids first. I literally cannot fathom it. But I see it so often. My daughters when they were in school would have friends who had horrific childhoods and I would just “adopt” them. They would even call me mom. I would feed them, give them rides and let them spend the night. If I didn’t have my narcissistic husband they’d have been living with me permanently. But he minded our money feeding kids that weren’t ours. I still have 3 of my youngest daughter’s friends who call me “Mom”. And I delight and celebrate in everything they do. One of the girls even has a mom VERY MUCH like Suzanne’s mom because the girl had dropped out of school, moved in with an abusive bf and tried to get help from her parents. The dad is dying and said he wasn’t helping her. But the mom has a bf and a great house but the bf doesn’t want the girl living there so the mom took her bf’s side instead of her daughter’s. And if I didn’t live in a basement I would’ve let the girl move in with me. So many parents just truly destroying their kids lives. And then the kids have kids of their own and the cycle repeats.
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  49.  @christinapugh8848  I really cannot comprehend it either. How can you look at another child or even some innocent person and think “Well my life was sh*tty, so I’m gonna make your life shitty or make your life end”? In second grade, while I was being routinely abused in all ways ( E, S, P and V) I turned looked at this disfigured boy who everyone ran from (calling him a monster) and saw him start to cry. And I walked back to him and asked if he wanted to play. And every recess that I saw him I’d play with him. For roughly a month. Then he didn’t come to school. But his mom did and said his heart gave out. And she thanked my mother ( the school called my mom in) that I was friends with him. That it meant so much to her that he would come home talking about the things we played. My mom told me about how the mom praised my mom for raising such a sweet girl. My mom after telling me that said “Guess you CAN be a good girl. Just not for me.” After that boy I didn’t allow bullying around me. Through all my school years I would stick up for kids and nearly got beat up, but I would have taken it to stop that particular kid from having fear. Even for a day. Never got asked out. Well except in 6th grade. But after that my stepdad ( one of my abusers) said there was no dating ever. He came in my life at the end of 6th grade because my mom knew he was a pedo ( she worked with his current stepdaughter/victim) and knew he preferred young teen girls. And I was 12. And my mom didn’t want to have to work to support her kids. The trade worked perfectly for her. When he died he left her a million dollars, a large motorhome and 3 bedroom house all paid for. Completely. Would be nice if I was compensated. But then I’d feel like the words my mom used to yell at me starting at 6yo.
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