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Facing It Together Poster Launch: Abuse, Technology, and the Power of Witness

When autumn arrives, I close down. The house still welcomes guests who’ve booked in advance, but beyond that, it’s a season for nurturing. I spend time with the pets—little fluffs with their own stories—and the pace softens. It becomes peaceful. A time to reflect, to notice the good that still surrounds me.

There’s been a stream of unwanted energy for so many women, targeted by the cowardice of abuse and bullying, by both direct and indirect portals. Modern tech can even make the toilet feel like a public square. As well as being in damaging relationships, women are also being abused by men they’ve never met—through screens, sabotage, stalking, and digital intrusion. It’s a quiet epidemic, often dismissed, often unseen.

Anyway, I’ve been leaning into a new hobby: gathering bits from those who need the money, and passing them on—hopefully—to those who have more. A kind of redistribution, with charm.

Today went well. I managed to watch TV, which has been a nuance for me and some of the guests, given the Smart devices were once again compromised. Long story. But I was glad to catch Loose Women’s new poster campaign: Facing It Together. It’s a call to support women facing abuse, stalking, and/or fear. A reminder that these experiences are real, and often hidden.

You might know someone nearby who’s withdrawn. You might sense a violent relationship behind closed doors. You might be the target of technological sabotage or subtle baiting online. Whatever it is—whether it’s happening to you or someone you love—you’re not alone. You can call into the show, or simply watch, and feel held in the conversation.

You can visit the official campaign page for Facing It Together here on ITV’s Loose Women site. It offers resources, guidance, and ways to get involved or seek support.

Here’s a bit more detail to help you or anyone you’re holding space for:

🛡 Facing It Together – Campaign Overview

  • Launched by Loose Women, this campaign raises awareness around domestic abuse, stalking, and fear-based control.
  • It encourages friends, family, and community members to spot the signs and support survivors.
  • The motto: “Whether you are a survivor or a friend, we are facing it together.”

🛡 Facing It Together – Campaign Overview

Launched by Loose Women, Facing It Together is a national awareness campaign supporting women who are:

  • Experiencing domestic abuse
  • Being stalked or harassed
  • Living in fear due to technological sabotage or coercive control

The campaign encourages people to:

  • Spot the signs in friends, neighbours, or loved ones who may have withdrawn
  • Reach out, listen, and offer support
  • Call into the show or watch to feel included and informed

The message is simple: Whether you are a survivor or a friend, we are facing it together.

With love and clarity, Tiffy Belle đź’•

by Tiffany Belle Harper

How to Cope with Emotional Terrorism plus Honey Traps and Digital Trespass: Naming the Invisible Abuse

There is no word strong enough to describe the violation of being terrorised simply for choosing distance.

When a person does not want someone in their life—whether out of self-preservation, clarity, or sovereignty—that boundary should be sacred. But for some, it becomes a challenge. A dare. A trigger for cruelty.

This isn’t about their heartbreak. It’s about your control.

Some individuals, often shielded by privilege or unprocessed emotional immaturity, believe they can force their way into someone’s life. They weaponise access, proximity, and social camouflage. They use charm, money, or manipulation to override consent. And when that doesn’t work, they orchestrate from the shadows—using others to do their dirty work.

They create chaos through triangulation, gossip, and manipulation. They keep the target guessing, destabilised, unsafe. It’s not just abuse. It’s theatre. And they are the coward behind the curtain.

This kind of abuse is hard to name. It’s layered. It’s silent. It’s devastating. And it often goes undetected. Because the victim is strong. Because they don’t fit the stereotype of someone “in danger.” Because they’re articulate, resilient, and trying to carry on. But strength doesn’t mean immunity. In fact, it often makes them a target. The abuser resents their autonomy, their refusal to bend, their clarity. So they punish it. And the systems meant to protect? They often fail. But this can change if those affected have the support and justice they deserve.

I believe Police reports may not capture the nuance. Restraining orders may require proof of escalation. Friends may say “just ignore them.” But ignoring doesn’t stop the erosion. What’s needed is trained professionals—people who understand the patterns, the psychology, the silent devastation. People who can intervene before the damage becomes irreversible. Who can say, “I see what’s happening. You’re not overreacting. You’re not alone.

This happens to women.

This happens to men.

This happens to anyone who dares to say no to someone who refuses to grow. Because some people never grow up. Not because they weren’t given time, but because they refused experience. They floundered through life avoiding responsibility, dodging discomfort, and curating a glossy façade. They never learned through hardship—never held a crying child through the night, never stood in a welfare queue, never weathered the storm of turbulent relationships in favour of denial and stability. They skipped the curriculum of learning about empathy. And now, in older age, they are bitter. Resentful. Vindictive.

They behave like malicious children in adult bodies, using money and material gain as shields to protect a hollow core. Their lack of life knowledge has curdled into frustration. And instead of facing that truth, they lash out—thriving on causing pain, misery, and confusion.

It’s a worthless existence, contrary to how it may appear. And they are often hungry for attention. Any attention. Even negative. So even a blog post like this must be crafted with care. Because naming them—even obliquely—can feed their warped need to feel significant. That’s why this post is not for them. It’s for the ones they target. The ones who feel unseen, unheard, and unsafe. The ones who are strong, but tired. Clear, but punished. Sovereign, but stalked.

Some victims have never met their abuser. The intrusion began online—through social media, through digital proximity, through the illusion of connection. And it never stopped. Not through direct contact, but through proxies. Through setups. Through the slow, corrosive trespass of someone who refuses to let go.

Others are honey-trapped—lured into false intimacy, then punished for trying to leave. Manipulated, surveilled, emotionally blackmailed. It’s not just romantic betrayal. It’s strategic entrapment. And it’s happening to men, too. Quietly. Invisibly. Devastatingly.

If you’re living in the “not knowing what’s next,” if you’re being punished for choosing peace, if you’re being stalked by someone’s emotional baggage—know this:

You are not imagining it.
You are not too sensitive.
You are not wrong for asking for help.

You are protecting your life.
And that is sacred.

Tiffy Belle đź’•

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Reclaiming My Life, My Space, My Spirit

This is not a story of defeat, but of reclamation.
For years, I was targeted, diminished, and surveilled by those who mistook cruelty for power. Yet here I am—choosing to write, to speak, to live on my own terms.

This blog is my sanctuary of truth, a place where I reclaim my voice, my space, and my joy. It is a declaration that I am more than what was done to me, and a reminder that no one has the right to trespass a free spirit.

The Weight of Survival

I have been stalked, harassed, and digitally cornered. Strangers — people I had never met—were enlisted to work against me. My privacy invaded. My work sabotaged. My data stripped bare. No stone left unturned in the attempt to break me.

There were days when the fear was suffocating. When even happiness felt dangerous, as though joy itself might trigger more meddling. I have lost loved ones. I have carried grief. I have fought battles alone. And still, I survived.

I will not pretend it didn’t scar me. But scars are proof of healing, not of defeat.

The Light That Carried Me

Even in the darkest times, good people reached out.
Some I’ve never met in person. Their kindness—remote, quiet, steadfast—reminded me that not everyone conspires in cruelty. That solidarity exists, even across distance.

And my sanctuary—my pets, my home, my work—anchored me.
They gave me reasons to keep building, even when others tried to dismantle me.

On Spirit Theft and courage

There are those who take what was never theirs—
Not objects, but essence.
Not possessions, but presence.
They weaponise attention. They distort proximity.
They use psychological force to trespass the soul.

But I am not theirs to hold.
My joy is not a bargaining chip.
My grief is not a spectacle.
My spirit is not a battleground.

I reclaim what was stolen in silence.
I rebuild what was shattered in shadow.
And I do so without permission,
Because healing is mine to author.

The Shout

They thought silence would swallow me.
They thought fear would finish me.
But I shouted out.
And in that shout was my survival,
my defiance,
my refusal to be erased.

Reclaiming What Is Mine

This is my declaration: I will not be held hostage by the nastiness of others. Their grudges, their projections, their spite—none of it belongs to me. It is not my baggage to carry. I reclaim my life. I reclaim my space. I reclaim my future. I reclaim my happiness.

Enough Is Enough

To anyone who has endured similar trespass: You are not alone. You are not defined by what was done to you. And you are not powerless. We can survive. We can rebuild. We can write our own endings. And this is mine: Enough is enough. And I am more than enough.

Thank you for standing witness to my words

Writing this is not easy, but it is necessary. For too long, I was made to feel small, silenced, and surveilled. This blog is part of my reclamation—of my voice, my space, and my joy. To those who have supported me, even from afar: your kindness has been a light in the darkest corridors.

To those who have endured similar trespass: you are not alone, and you are not powerless.

I carry my late father with me.

In moments of fear, I feel his steadiness.

In moments of doubt, I hear his quiet strength.

And in moments of reclamation, like this one, I know he walks beside me.

This blog is not only my voice, but also a continuation of his love—a reminder that even when cruelty tries to silence us, our roots run deeper than malice, and our spirit outlives every attempt to break it.

This is only the beginning. I will continue to write, to create, to build sanctuary in defiance of cruelty. My story is not theirs to tell—it is mine. And I choose to tell it with truth, with resilience, and with hope.

Tiffy Belle

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Little Blooms. Big News!

A strong pregnancy crafted by a strong relationship! Blooming marvellous and congratulations to Emily and Patrick. A sweet and endearing, hugely passionate couple. Refreshing! I wondered when we’d hear the news! a man who applauded his wife with proudness on her special announcement for their new little bundle to arrive in autumn.

These flowers were left by a guest, slightly wilted. Comiseration bouquet from a neighbour for her late father. Now they’re in my lounge and have picked up to their full glory. The front room is perfect for petals. It’s cool but bright. I still have a bunch of white roses from the weekend of Mother’s Day. I put them with flowers from my mum in the hallway. So it’s a nice vibe to have a family of flowers from individual tales.

Tiffy Belle. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Flowers find a way.

I find myself adopting ‘out of date’ flowers from the supermarket, for free, And they rebloom around the house! A small bonus to life, but it’s made me happy these last couple of weeks. Good things do come when we slow down and open our eyes. Pebbles. Shells. A coin. There’s little presents everywhere. And sometimes the less we have, the more we appreciate life’s blessings. these pesky petals will soon pick up.

I accidentally deleted my ‘Truth Social’ account. Long story … my apologies (mainly to myself, for being such an airhead at times.) I wanted to blog here about our British Army. I don’t see why they can’t be called upon to help with our own national emergencies, such as the bin crisis in Birmingham. I grew up there and it used to be a leafy district full of community. It’s declined beyond all recognition. My mum told me the smell of the garbage is toxic. I do understand that some progress is being made. That said, if we had the backup of the army to call in for such matters, it may deter people who have stable jobs and a regular salary from constantly ‘spitting their dummies out’ for more money.

Being ‘self employed’ or a ‘small business owner’ we cannot just pack up for want of more income. We have to just roll up our sleeves and work even harder. And then we have no back up for our online and work place security. We must cover it all ourselves. No sick pay. No complaints procedure. Nothing. Just focus and determination.

And as for all these tariffs, I know it is a problem to those affected. But then on the positive side, it’s broken down globalism, where we were in the process of being thrown into one big boiling pot, then ‘possibly’ controlled by powers unknown. Though I do hope things settle down. Balance requires chaos. It always has done. A heart of faith cannot be broken. And by faith I mean, having respect for the food chain. Respecting land. Showing all dignity toward women and girls. Being gracious toward the voice of others in their freedom by birth right. And never tolerant of public violence and organised acts of terror, on any level. Either online or in reality. Though the internet can be a huge instigator of unrest. Particularly amongst cowards with a keyboard who stir it up for fun and attention.

Be warned ... those in Ivory Towers believe they’re safe from retribution. Maybe due to their own lack of enthusiasm toward the simple things in life. Shame. Go for a walk. Grab coffee with a friend. Your phones can wait. One day none of us will be taking any tech with us, as we move on to the next dimension of our infinite journey. Or a black hole of no return. Your choice folks. We’re all flying solo, really. We choose our own personal destinations as we transition toward the next adventure. Though Love Never Dies. I believe it waits for us.

No skin colour is privileged. No skin colour has the right to change our culture. Not here. Not anywhere. We are all beautiful. We must accept one another or go and live where it feels like home.

My own world, I have a house full of guests and animals. No heating. No hot water. It’s getting resolved, though sadly I discovered my Hive thermostat has been tampered with remotely. What a way to go. Have to laugh …

Finally, as for the NHS. Any person seeking free medical attention should have to show ID as we are not equipped to heal the world by means of charity. And big pharma are charging way too much money for pharmaceuticals, getting rich from the back of national debt. Someone needs to work on negotiating better prices for the NHS, whilst also encouraging new drugs and treatments available in ‘Europe’ for example. Such as stem cell technology, etc.

We need to keep up and get the ‘over spending’ behind us. To tackle the greedy monsters in the matrix. As for Euthanasia. Having held people and animals in my arms, during their last breath, a peaceful death is a blessing. I for one wish to choose how I go and it would not be to suffer extreme pain and prolonged suffering. Each to their own! We are quite capable of making our own decisions. Thank You!

There is apparently, one millionaire and their family, leaving the UK, each 45 minutes. Whilst hundreds more people arrive for free housing etc. Not sure why we are letting this spiral out of control? It makes no sense to me at the moment? Hard to find words. Being successful is something we all want for our loved ones, it is not a sin, provided we have our own original morals and retain some goodness. Often those who complain the loudest, (in support of this surge of global free-loading) have more money than the rest of us.

Let’s help our nation. We are Stronger Together.

Please watch out for the many Chinese online shops selling completely unwearable clothing and other goods. The sites suggest they’re based in the UK and have a ‘Closing Down Sale.’ They are using AI images. It is a con and it’s out of control! We could not get away with this scam in our own businesses here, so why should they!! DISCRACEFUL!! BUY BRITISH while we still have some of it left!

Plus, we need to ban all racing involving animals. They were not born to compete for us to gamble our cash. Leave it now. Give them peace. Dogs and horses have many ways to work with humans, which does not involve abuse and suffering. Shame on All Involved!! And don’t get me started with our current food chain. Barbaric! We need good sustainable products to pride to the world. To look after our farmers and help them produce wholesome, affordable products. No back street slaughter houses, punching and torturing baby calves etc. Vile!!

Tiffy Belle. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper