Jayne Stimpson

T1 Diabetic. I adore my Son ❤️.Addicted to my West Yorkshire genealogy, I dream of living there. I don’t post much.

[Michelle Dewberry @MichelleDewbs]

I can not believe the amount of people abusing John Davidson today.

What happened was deeply unfortunate and of course I know many people have been upset by it, which is regrettable.

But - It clearly wasn’t deliberate, nor intended nor could it be controlled.

I really hope John is ok. What happened was I imagine, his worst nightmare and I’d bet he feels terrible about it today.

Shame on all of you sticking the boot in to a disabled man. Most of you of course from the ‘be kind’ brigade (when we all know, you are anything but).

This lady explains it well…

[James Dreyfus @DreyfusJames]

Please share!

[Partha S Kar 🇮🇳🇬🇧🏏🎥 @parthaskar]

'Type 1 Diabetes is NOT caused by poor diet'

That is a statement of fact- on it's own right.

Don't gaslight that with counter-statements such as:

'Poor diet is not the right thing in #T1D either" OR
"Not all #T2Diabetes is caused by poor diet"

Yes, I know that -doesn't make the 1st statement untrue or factually incorrect

On behalf of many living with #T1D?
Thank you for considering.

#gbdoc

[MakeChipsCount to Reunite Pets @VetsGetScanning]

Came home and found my front door open and my dog BAILEY has gone 💔 Please I’m begging for you to pm me, get him home if any one knows anything about his whereabouts please get hold of me on 07871404666. He is microchiped and he would never run away he always stays close to home please share make him to hot to handle i know he will be missing me and he will be crying his dear heart out !!

Police informed, call 101 or Crime Stoppers anonymously on 0800555111

Doglost website info:

Date Lost: 11 Dec 2025
Where Lost: #Chesterton, #Cambridge, CB4

Link to page: https://t.co/iKfzIRP5f2

Bailey
Dog ID: 201307
Gender: Male
Breed: Dachshund: Miniature
Age: Adult
Colour: Chocolate tan
Marks/Scars: Has balding on his tail and he has scars on his left eyebrow
Microchip: Yes

FB post: https://t.co/PxMJGlDjBF

#LostDog #Missing #MiniatureDachshund #PetTheftReform #PetAbduction #MakeChipsCount #ScanMe

[Rescue dogs for rehoming @rescuedoggypaws]

Archie sadly can no longer remain in his #Oxfordshire foster home after next week.
They’re now urgently seeking a very special home to offer him the stability and patience he needs … because they don't want to see him return to kennels
https://t.co/Kpta7wJTZC
#Swindon #Oxford

[Jayne Stimpson @jayne_clinton]

Make Carbohydrate content mandatory on restaurant and pub menus. - Petitions https://t.co/hkUepRe7rv

[Diabetic Dad @DiabeticDadUK]

2025 #T1D Wrapped.

You've got great taste in chronic conditions. Sharing the sugary shitshow with approx 400,000 others in the UK.

You had a hypo once every week, which is miles better than every other day.

You donated £0 to "find a cure."

Congratulations on almost 41 magical years with the pissing evil. That's 8.2 cures!

Your Type 1 Diabetes age is 98. Your mental age is 18. Your true age is unknown.

You support #LylasLaw because the lives of kids matter more than 2 minutes appointment time and about 20p per finger prick.

Happy weekend.

[Lucy Webster @Lucy_Webster_]

This is a brilliant, enraging piece on the nightmare of wheelchair services

Nondisabled people tend to think we get the wheelchairs we need for free. The reality is many of us are forced to spend thousands just to be able to leave the house
https://t.co/BSjgTUl90V

[Diabetic Dad @DiabeticDadUK]

20 days remaining. It'd be incredible if a few good people might repost this after signing it. No child should lose their life to undiagnosed Type 1 Diabetes.

Perhaps the lovely #OnlyConnect viewers and @VictoriaCoren could spare a minute.

#LylasLaw
https://t.co/Ioquhvoeod

[Diabetic Dad @DiabeticDadUK]

How people think managing #Type1Diabetes is vs. How it really is.

[Lyla's Law @triggersbroom17]

When you get emails from Diabetes Nurse Specialists and Paramedics wanting Lyla’s Law Pin Badges to wear with uniforms, you know this is a happening. Lyla will be so proud of you all.

Why the hell are people not signing this when healthcare professionals are jumping on is beyond me. Please, please sign. Help our daughter rest x #LylasLaw #TestDontGuess

https://t.co/IhwEYzRQtj

[Katie Amess @KatieAmess]

‼️🚨Today marks a HUGE day for dogs in the UK. @AndrewRosindell stood up in Parliament to let everyone know that stray dogs are being KILLED after 7 days without the public even having a chance to adopt them. Yes you heard that right. They are being PUT DOWN rather than put up for adoption! @AdoptionsUk first brought this to my attention and I won’t drop this issue until the law changes and we stop killing healthy dogs!! We need other MPs to join in this fight. The public aren’t aware that we kill dogs in the UK because the figures are being hidden but NOT ANYMORE. Thank you Andrew for carrying on my dad’s legacy for him now he can’t. ❤️https://t.co/IWWc3ualih

@ConservativeAWF @RichardHoldenMP @Anna_Firth also support this

@CDP1882 I would love you to do an expose on this of the councils/shelters.

[James Dreyfus @DreyfusJames]

Please share far & wide. 🤬

[Yorkshire Tea @YorkshireTea]

If you're watching the Ashes in England, please enjoy the image on the left.

If you're watching the Ashes in Australia (or Scotland, Wales, Ireland, mainland Europe or a wide selection of other countries) please enjoy the image on the right.

#Ashes

[BBC Press Office @bbcpress]

📢 Riot Women gets a second series!

The hit drama series by Sally Wainwright will return to the BBC. Series two will show what comes next for the Riot Women, following the dramatic turn of events in series one’s final episode...

More ➡️ https://t.co/TiuG5CheEl

[Good Morning Britain @GMB]

'How frustrating and dangerous it was to be turned away from your GP and told you were 'too young' and what conversations were you having with the doctor about your symptoms?'

@susannareid100 and @PaulBrandITV speak to Milli Tanner, who was suffering from stomach and back pains and found blood in her stool, but doctors repeatedly dismissed her symptoms.

After 13 visits to a GP, she took matters into her own hands, ordering a bowel cancer test online. She was eventually diagnosed with stage 3 bowel cancer when she was 22.

[Jayne Stimpson @jayne_clinton]

@DreyfusJames We rescue & foster. Our last Westie came to us aged 13yrs, he was ill with Westie Lung and died 11 months later. I’m so glad he wasn’t left in a kennel somewhere. I’d do it again in a heartbeat ❤️

[Charlie Peters @CDP1882]

Please read this.

A brave teenage girl sat in courtroom 3 of Oxford Crown Court yesterday afternoon to see an Iranian small boat migrant jailed for 12 years and six months after he sexually attacked her on Valentine's Day last year.

She was just 15 at the time of the attack. She is now 17. It has taken almost two years since that horrific event for her to finally see some justice.

Amin Abedi Mofrad, 35, shouted that he was innocent when he entered the dock. He was told to be quiet by the judge as he continued to profess that he never attacked her.

But a jury had unanimously convicted him in October after a six-day trial.

His cruel and determined attack was detailed by the judge as she handed down the sentence.

Mofrad had waited in the city centre on the night of the attack.

The prosecution said he lured her into an alleyway and used her as a "sex doll".

Mofrad, who required a Farsi interpreter throughout the trial and sentencing, appeared emotionless at first but shouted "lies!" as he was led from court.

He was staying in an asylum hotel at the time of the attack on the vulnerable teenager.

As the door slammed, the girl in the court and her mum waiting for her outside were left with a burning question: How had this been allowed to happen to them?

How was a violent predator, jailed in Germany after 11 convictions for violence, allowed into Britain? And then how was he allowed to roam our streets — get arrested for a separate sexual assault — but still free to watch and wait and hurt our innocent children?

These are the questions that the victim's mum has asked ministers at the Home Office. They have yet to respond to her.

GB News was able to give the family some good news last night: Mofrad has been referred for deportation action. We will press the Home Office for updates on this and the family's broader concerns.

They feel that the state has abandoned them and many other families. The small boats crisis is contributing to a severe decline in public safety. The risks are growing along with the number of reported incidents and attacks. These communities are terrified about who is being placed among them. Their fears are totally legitimate.

Meanwhile, that teenage girl was sadly unable to deliver her impact statement yesterday.

But the family has asked me to share it, so that this brave girl has the final word after her abuser shouted "lies" in the court.

Here is what we should have heard in court yesterday.

I struggle to find the words to start this. I've gone over in my head what I could say and how to explain something like this. Before I start I want to say that putting embarrassment to the side and showing vulnerability for strangers to hear has been really difficult along with trying to capture the darkness I have been living in within the last 16 months since this happened.

There’s a kind of loneliness that goes beyond being alone in a room. It’s the kind where you’re surrounded by people but you’re stuck in a bubble. It’s where the world around you is moving but you can’t follow it. It’s where no one else can sit in your body and feel what it’s like to be you. It’s difficult to articulate the depth of the darkness this process, this pain and this constant fight to keep going is. It’s something I’ve had to face alone every memory, every night and every moment has been mine to carry and sometimes that’s the hardest part. Not just what happened- but the silence afterwards.

The 14th of February 2024 was once a day that I believed symbolised love, connection and joy. It now marks the day where my life was forever changed. I was a child who believed in good people. I believed in kindness, the idea that if you treat the people who surround you with kindness, that would be reciprocated. I never thought that one night could change so much. It changed everything I knew about myself. My body became something I no longer wanted to associate with and my voice became something I no longer wanted because in the moment I needed it most it failed to protect me. It’s like looking in the mirror and not recognise the person staring back. Feeling like your body isn’t yours anymore like it belongs to the memory of what happened instead. Not even wanting to be associated with yourself because you feel so violated and disgusted to be you. Standing in front of the mirror and facing the reflection of that night is a pain I can’t avoid. It's a constant reminder that the past is engraved in who I am and accepting that truth is a struggle I face everyday.

I was forced in a moment that didn’t end for me when he was finished. It followed me. When he was done he got to walk away but I was left to deal with the battle. I have been left to carry a trauma that invades every part of my life. While he was able to leave and return to his life without consequence, mine feels like it’s fallen apart.

When I arrived back at school, I carried that silence with me where everything kept moving but I was stuck. My teachers still handed out assignments. Homework still had deadlines and life kept going on. I still tried to carry on.

I thought that if I told people the extent of the darkness that was slowly consuming me they would see that moment on me too. I believed the anonymous corner of the internet would give me the comfort I needed to move on from what happened that night. I convinced myself that if I stayed quiet, if I stayed very brief, if I carried it alone it would go away. However, one thing I’ve really learnt is it doesn’t work like that.

I had barely started to come to terms with what happened when I was in a system retelling my story. The police process became another layer of shame and confusion. It was something I was never prepared for. It could be a request for evidence or even a simple phone call that became a reminder that my life was reduced to interviews and court dates. Every call and message dragged me back to that night, I was pulled back and I couldn't move forward.

What hurts most now is what my family went through. I didn’t just try to leave my pain behind but I nearly left them to pick up the pieces of it. That guilt is difficult to shake. The people who love me were hugely impacted by what he decided to do but also by my reaction to it. That is something I regret deeply. The ones who searched for me when they didn’t know where I was, who waited in the hospital corridors with fear in their eyes, who whispered prayers I’ll never hear. The same hands that once put a plaster on my scraped knees now held mine trembling. My dad - the man who used to lift me onto his shoulders so I could see the world from above now sat in a chair, staring at the floor, unable to fix what was broken inside. My mum - who once brushed the tangles from my curly hair and kissed my forehead before bed, now sat silently praying that her child wouldn’t disappear for good. My sister - who once begged me to play with her, who’d sneak into my room late at night to chat now watched her little sister fall apart.

The impact on my school life has been huge. I fell behind massively and if I’m being honest catching up never felt like the priority. I would sit in class oblivious to what was happening because my mind was trapped somewhere else that I couldn't escape. There didn't feel like any point. I had let them down. I became someone I didn’t recognise. Someone I didn’t want to be. I stopped caring about my future.

I lost friends. People started avoiding me. I could feel the way their eyes shifted when I walked into a room. They didn’t whisper but I knew what they were thinking. I could hear it in the silence. I was no longer the person I used to be and had become a reminder of something uncomfortable, something people didn’t want to acknowledge. After that night I changed, everything changed and there were no words to explain why I was different because I was ashamed of what had happened so instead of reaching out to them, I pulled away. I self destructed in the only way I thought how, it wasn't intentional,I just gave up caring. I sabotaged everything. My grades were non-existent because I wouldn’t turn up, I avoided my friends, I isolated myself. I felt like every time I tried to pull myself out I was hit with another wave of sadness. I couldn’t see a way out. I thought that maybe I deserved it. I didn’t know how to face what happened to me so instead, I turned to what felt like a way out and that was drinking. If someone told me when I was a child that drinking would have the presence it did in my life, I know I wouldn’t have believed it. I would have maybe felt offended but that is the truth I live with now.  It felt like a quiet way to disappear. It was a way to blur the things I didn’t know how to face. It started slowly I’d say when I’d only socialise to drink but it turned into something darker. The pain I felt from within, demanded to be drowned and I truly believed it to be the solution. I believed that alcohol was the answer, that it could silence the noise in my head, that it could take the ache away even if it was just for a bit. If I’m being honest it worked until it became the thing I lent on and then it became a lot darker. It filled the spaces where sleep wouldn’t come and where I felt peace had long abandoned me. I wasn’t drinking to have fun, I was drinking to chase numbness. I thought getting to the bottom of the bottle was outrunning the grief that had consumed me.

That escape came at a cost. I inevitably started to change. I wasn’t the child who used to be full of light and laughter. That version of me slowly faded which meant my friendships began to shift. Looking back I know I became distant, unreliable, someone who seemed to be spiralling and in many ways, I think I was. I wasn’t the friend I once was and who I wanted to be. I became too consumed by everything I was trying so hard to bury. When you’re hurting that much you believe the people you love and care about would be better off without the broken version of you.

I know it wasn’t my fault but knowing doesn’t take away the pain. Knowing doesn’t erase the shame, the humiliation, being forced to relive the worst moment of my life in front of strangers, to speak about something so deeply personal, so violating, so humiliating. It doesn’t erase the feeling of exposure. It’s the kind of thing you think lives far away from your own world but it’s now my reality.

Reflecting on the trial starting, she said:

I sat in a chair waiting, carrying the weight of everything I had been through and building up the courage it took just to be there. Just before I was about to go in it was adjourned for reasons outside my control. It was another moment where I felt out of control and another time my life was put on hold.

At the time I got told I was being brave but I didn’t feel brave. I felt powerless and tired. That day became yet another reminder that this person still has influence over my life. Just by delaying, deciding and dragging things out. It feels like another act of control and that hurts in a way that’s hard to explain.

I was still stuck in a cycle of waiting, wondering and reliving everything over and over in my head.  I refuse to let the person who did this to me keep that power. I’m doing it for freedom. So I can heal from this one day because more than anything I want to carry peace in a place that has been filled with such darkness for so long.

[Julie McNamee 💚🤍💜 🦖🦉 @naturelovernow]

This poor lady's Glanrhyd Dog Sanctuary in Wales has been flooded out. She helps dogs with behavioural problems caused by abandonment or neglect. Please consider donating or sharing! @DreyfusJames @rickygervais https://t.co/W70WFuCpgW

[James Dreyfus @DreyfusJames]

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