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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You might know someone nearby who’s withdrawn.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 💕

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

Personal Reflections on Budget Towing Experiences.

This weekend, I conducted simple tweaks for myself and TRAVELlERS whilst pottering about the place. and my flowers in the lounge are two weeks in and radiant. I sent a pic to my guest as they were for her late father. I have had such great guests for spring, so far.

Whilst wandering about the place, I reflected toward parts of my exclusive life experiences. To include (some years ago …) towing my own caravan around the splendid UK on a tight budget. For which I purchased the run down but cosy ‘tiny house’ on wheels, from Ebay for less than 1k. My family weren’t too pleased. I vanished on a mission to … I did not know where ... I was a confident driver, then. So, I bolted the old thing on to the back of a Hilux Surf I had imported from Japan. And off I went!

All this before another caravan tale of ‘Annona’ that was settled in Wales. Yes. I lived in a Welsh valley for a while too.

Anyway … Feeling nostalgic, I recently carried out much research on tiny houses. I believe any space can be a palace with the right energy. With privacy and respect we can manifest a home anywhere. And those who are blessed with a roof, need to love to dwell in a balanced environment. We must make much out of little. We can all ‘nest!’.

A life to be remembered can only be felt by the owner of that own unique ✨️ adventure. Which is self. Don’t ever forget that when any of you are out robbing ideas and space without any kudos to those who planted the thought. You are not getting as rich as you are for stooping so low. And as soon as mankind has no boundaries to respect the property and privacy of others, there comes turmoil. A chaos bought about with the knock on effect of another putting their own misery toward those who live better. And by that I mean in terms of peace. And peace should always be left to grow organically. Free from intrusion.

Any type of rape is to take without permission. And rape is the boundary we as ‘woman’ set in place 🚫 by our collective right.

That said. For the feminine to allow any other to her bedroom, is giving consent to her privacy. A very different matter to the cowardice of hackers, in terms of spyware and the utilities of recruitment to unlawfully enter a building or trespass on land. This can derive from perpetrators often stuck in their own situations, they would prefer to ignore. For instance a coward waiting to jump ships. Opting in favour of ‘virtual’ squatting in the home and or workplace of another, rather than build his/her own environment, in preference of ideological make believe.

Having said all this, no matter what our circumstances, we just have to live like no one is watching and be grateful for each day. Because as soon as we succumb to bullying and harassment we feed the problem. I applaud any person who has the courage to get up each morning, knowing they can’t manage the outcome. Keep going. This world is full of love. Though sadly, not enough people talk about it. Remember. Society may have stifled us with technology, but our principles do not have to change. It is never a crime to be authentic, with a heart that wants well for others.

Tiffy Belle 💕

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Panorama Special ‘My Online Stalker’ on Catch-Up and a mini rant. Though life’s sweet.

My lovely mum got in touch to let me know, there’s a special on Panorama where a very brave victim of ‘online stalking’ has opened up about the experience.

I get sick of mentioning it, but when it’s tainting your life, it’s impossible to forget. Although my case is more complexed, since I had my Smart devices hacked and a cryptic resume on the sick bloke’s social pages of my life and movements. Dead birds around my doors. My bank card hacked. My solar lights cut in my garden last year. A fuse removed from my freezer in my summerhouse. There’s pages of endless predicaments.

Stand alone ‘online stalking’ is horrific. We are forced to live and work by means of the internet in one way or another. To do our banking, speak with clients etc. But once you’ve been hacked, it changes the way you do things. There are many types of stalking, intimidation and harassment. Though when it comes into our homes, there feels as though there is never any closure.

I had hoped by now, somebody could have got into his devices and stopped the torment. But not. What annoys me equally. are the people out there, who get paid to make our lives a misery. My hotel door was hacked, the garage door wire snapped. The back doors at home here and at work damaged. People ask me, why I have not told the police? Because how can I prove it’s the same person when there’s years of trying to explain the psychology, social baiting and interference! … Then in cases, such a stalker would relish having the upperhand in terms of calculated risks and targeted intimidation. Feeding the fire can often make it worse, where the victim becomes powerless. But then … ignoring the problem does not help either. I think I’ve coped very well, considering the financial and lifestyle loss to me. Losing my data, my right to privacy.

The only way to catch the coward, who uses third parties and the internet, is to hack them out of their own game with legal professionals. As otherwise where is the proof … apart from those who also see the patterns of the psychopath online and habitably. It’s just not worth letting it all destroy my peace. Keeping busy helps. Otherwise it starts to grind away. Over 12 years now. The bloke needs to get a real life and ‘professional’ medical help as opposed to paying ‘professional’ surveillance recruits.

Believe me the last type of man to catch my heart would be an addict with absolutely no adult knowledge in terms of life skills or emotional intelligence, whose physical appearance and character do not appeal in any way.

If someone wants to be around another, it’s a two way agreement. And I let people know. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Not always a good thing, but at least peeps know where they are with me. If I am hitting on someone I want, feel free to send me flowers. I keep it simple. If you need to stalk me, it’s cos my doors are closed, so fuck off. And ladies, if the guy you want doesn’t send you stems, then move on. They will whip up a bunch for the right one. Valentine Day will stay with me for a long while! I was digging around slums trying to help out a community. Last thing I needed was a big slap in the face, metaphorically speaking. But that’s life.

Anyway, watch the show. I hope it’s going to help others. Though sadly the perpetrators who need to watch it probably won’t. And it’s not just women who get stalked. I have a male friend across the pond who had a woman turning up at all his events to grab his attention. And apparently she uses the internet too! It’s caused utter heartache amongst his friends and family. A ‘typical’ Honey Trapper. All you need is one bad penny to upset the apple cart. But hopefully, the addicts of nastiness get to move on. Such unnecessary acts of revenge and spitefulness are never a resolve when people cannot have their own way. Jog On and get your Dignity in Check you Low Life.

I have been sorting out shoddy purchases all week. Really pissed off about it. I work hard for my money. Watch out for websites with AI images where the stuff arrives and it’s not even remotely like the listing. Then you can’t find a return address. I will add to this blog later along with the images of what was sent from China. I am not opposed to all Chinese goods, but I despise corruption. How many other people have used their website?!

I hope you are all having a fabulous day. Speak later. I am cleaning and thinking about new ideas. And remember folks! Most people are lovely.

Tiffy Belle. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper

It was Sunday. Charity begins at home.

It’s drizzly outside. Sunday morning. I have both guest rooms occupied, until they are ready to flee the nest. I hope they’ve enjoyed the town and my rooms? The dogs are snuggled up. Guinea pigs enjoying late night ‘veg’ reductions from Sainsbury’s. I get huge bags of cabbage and often a lettuce at rock bottom prices, if I go in late enough. The staff know it’s for my little fluffies. They live well. My beloved Spike and Toby, tiny squeakers!! Then there’s Billy Pumpkin my ‘once’ abandoned ‘street cat’ who is now some kind of Godhead in my apartment. Well … if you can call it that. I live in the dining room. Cosy.

Billy just seems to know when I’m under the weather or in need of some fuss. He will just plonk his ‘now’ huge ginger cat body on me, my laptop, or if I am sleeping, my head. I have many adventurous stories regarding my cat. Quite unbelievable. In-fact, all my pets have their tales to tell, through the words of me ‘of course’. I hope one day I can reawaken my writing, without the apprehension of first being hacked, before I click ‘publish.’ I must rise above it. Though losing the draft of a book from years back was not a great experience. Despite being badly written, it was mine. The list is endless. And still there are problems.

For now the birds are back for a couple of seasons. I do stop feeding the pigeons throughout the colder months, as otherwise they occupy my small garden in such large numbers, there’s an excessive amount of muck to clean up. The magpies and crows seem to know when it’s time to go. But never the pigeons. My house exterior often covered with them. I have my regulars. And they have babies. You get to know, cos often they visit with a smaller replicate in tow. Very sweet. Family is all around us. Feathers. Waves. Petals.

Though sadly I lost my doggy, ‘Angel’ last year. She was 18, well almost, (her birthday would have been Christmas day.) We rescued many beings together, me and Angel. It’s a long time to have a best friend. I still feel her about. Love never dies. And I often wonder whether our dearest do not have a species. That albeit a bird, dog or human. The reinvention of that love becomes something completely new in our higher universe. Where Angels are our wings. I do have a recent theory, incorporating Christianity and faith, which aligns with today’s world … and I promise I will write about it. (And I do need to share more.) My head never stops nattering and all of it resonates. I do ‘enjoy’ my company. (Perhaps, conceited for this … but so what.) And by the way, sorry about my grammar, I am ‘self educated’ and try to avoid AI for correction.

Let’s face it, we are all only here for a snap of time. So to me, it’s better to be thankful toward Earth, than to want to rip it apart. Pretty ridiculous really. Oh well … I sigh. The answers come soon enough. Each of us go home in the end. And we only take the truth. No social followings, bank balances or ruthless accomplishments. We are accountable for the goodness of our sacrifices. Where acts of malice (for example) as a result of malevolence or greed, do not count in the larger framework. Hostility being a weak word, such like jealousy and to will mental or physical hardship to innocent sentient beings. Though all of which can be amended when we turn to our faults and we learn by our findings. Where the negative infrastructure of what we do, probably goes into a void hole somewhere, along with the spirit of those who conduct the flames. Meanwhile, the vulnerable here, suffer for it most. And that includes our most treasured friends of all, nature and all her animals. Everything that’s meant to grow organically.

Each of us are born unique. We have our own credibility. As we develop into the world, before we know it. we reach an age where we start to grow out of it. And it’s during the stages of life’s tapestry, we can either use our lessons and experience to teach and to flourish. Or, become stagnant and bitter, in belief our shortfalls are for others to fix, as opposed to realising any need for self improvement and personal growth.

Through our experiences we can help others going through similar, to find the compassion to work with empathy. Or we can punish society for how our circumstances have made us feel. How we manifest our feelings shows our integrity or weakness. How we can admit to our mistakes and speak openly about our insecurities in likeminded circles.

Nothing can change the past. What we were is who we are today. Financial burdens, incarceration, despair. Loss. A range of unfortunate conditions. Though we are all magnificent in one way or another. And it’s not about waiting for validation from others, who in many cases are not even worthy of giving it. It is about self love and the ability to realise how far we have come on our journey. To reflect with our own affirmations. A brave thing to do, because ego hates positive people who do not rely ‘solely’ on the limelight. A shallow soul does not work with experience and change. But rather the source of others. The parasites of society. Often with little self worth. To the contrary of how they appear. For now, anyway.

There are those who dwell too deeply within the lives of others, reluctant to explore the many hurdles life can reveal during steps into the unknown. Often we are forced by circumstances beyond our control. Where power becomes the ability to file a lawsuit as a means to crush a helpless victim. The wealth to destroy entire communities. To play ‘God’ in battles where there is no winner. This is not leadership, this is satanic work, with only one common goal. MORE POWER!

Hidden hand signaling to control us by means of cults. But let us remind those hard at work to cage our freedom. You are NOT higher than God. For the universe is our greatest organic spyware. The Akashic, so to speak. But really … there’s no word to improvise such activity, as we are not meant to know until our dimension is ready to show us. We vibrate with a much higher frequency, where those who are awake will translate this how they wish. There is good or bad in every religion and establishment.

War is a distraction. It is a display of activity, where the people who are vulnerable, want to feel safe. Protected. And war can be manufactured to control our opinion with wrath, hatred and fear. War is an addiction. War is hate. This is WRONG!! Do we create hostility in an attempt to control the public?

My worry is that, in today’s society, no child, no teenager, no young person should be consumed with anxiety, fear and depression as a result of attunement to:

1. The world is going to end because we put the heating on and use transportation.

2. There is going to be a global war, so don’t bother with education, just worry instead.

3. You cannot express your fashion sense.

4. You cannot have open discussions in public or on the internet.

We as adults are not doing enough to make life an enjoyable experience for generations to come. No wonder it’s such a mess. Mental health is not a whim. Psychosis and Schizophrenia are very real. Autism, Asperger’s, ADHD, are very factual. We should not dismiss further research and the correct care, based on the scroungers of society using these conditions (that are hard to detect, particularly in introverts) to claim time and benefits. Slipping into the loophole to get free stuff. There are genuine cases out there that are not getting any help at all, because they suffer in silence.

We have no idea how many individuals are in their rooms right now, confused with too much information. A sense of loneliness. No role model in the real world. They turn to online streams that corrupt their mind.

We as a nation need to be aware of the danger signs. To help those who have lost their way get the correct help, within the (somewhat outdated) medical system. With counselling. Home visits. But in a compassionate structured way. Group meetings. To talk in a controlled, friendly environment with others suffering the same. That no person feels alone. Because, one day it could be too late. We lose a precious family member or loved one. We are unable to reach them and bring their mindset home to a safe space.

Until such thing affects us personally, it is very hard to make judgement. And I speak with experience as my heart has broken many times with a situation very close to me. With so much choice in the world, children may feel deluded, misguided, afraid. The educational system is so rigid. We as humans consist of many different attributes. It is important to teach of nature, charity, community. To determine our characters and how well we can integrate with our own tribe of like-minded in the real world. It is too late for many, but there’s time to help the rest. Our new arrivals to the planet. To not dismiss personality types in favour of trying to uniform the many different minds within our masculine and feminine.

I do not believe in removing sexual organs or hormones from human beings. It is barbaric. But I do support the ability for a male to be more feminine, or a female to be more masculine. It is our own choice. To accept our characters as we are made. To completely remove sexual transformations by means of invasive surgery to minors. Exterior vanity is very different to our reproductive organs. We should never mock a person for their social way of fashioning themselves. How many men wear make-up discretely, yet sneer at other men who wear make-up more dramatically? Is that not hypocritical? And right through the ages, battle attire has been a high fashion and theatrical statement. The articulate attention to detail of fine glove and shoe making. The helmets and intricate tunic detail.

The Romans wore gallant hand woven tabards, robes and tunics with immaculate sandals – attention to straps and design. Garlands of gold in their hair? In many countries around the world, men wear robes in favour of trousers. That said, there’s nothing sexier than a guy in a good suit within a Western state of powerful environments. Fashion is fashion. Fashion should never be prejudice. Many of us have already lost our right to free speech. Please. Don’t stop fashion too!! There is female and there is male. When we try to control our appearance we create a surge of diversity and in worst case, anarchy. Youth should be fun and on-trend. Where has our music and fashion gone to?

Moving on, we should try to be much more aware of ‘street drugs’. Where are they coming from and what are people smoking? How do these drugs affect decision making. It’s not like a group of friends going to a rave or a house party and having a social smoke. It is about people who are isolated in a room watching a screen. A dangerous cocktail of misinformation and mind altering chaos combined. Law Enforcement is not always the answer, as much as determining the source and protecting potential outcomes. Perhaps even consider plain clothes specialists within such areas to establish the truth?

I need to do more research. But there’s some kind of drug you can buy online that can make you regress back in your life. I would not imagine this is good for a person who is suffering with any mental health issue. That said, intriguing by the sound of it? I have a very good mind and legal experiments are fine to an extent. But the best drug of all has to be variety and hobbies. To explore the real world. Addiction is never the answer. Not for the addict and not for the victims.

We should also take into consideration the amount of children who are in Foster Care and Children’s Homes, or who live in a traumatic environment. Habitats where nobody ‘really’ loves them. Thus assuming it’s the parents job to ensure their children are not out on the streets, getting up to no good, or taking a regular shower. Preparing a meal or giving them enough money to buy a sandwich. There’s children who have nothing other than their laptops and phones. Together with any stuff in the real world that can give them a thrill. I realised too late how growing up in a broken home affects the children. We can be so caught up with work and our own problems, we may over-look the impact this all has on the kids.

As we grow through life, we change our opinions. This is good, because otherwise we become stuck in our ways, we struggle to break cycles and habits of no worth going forward. We grow through our environments and consideration. I myself have shifted massively with my assumptions, particularly these last couple of years. It is all about where we feel at home, where we fit in to a group or spectrum. It’s wrong to hold people to the past that simply wish to evolve. We forgive. We germinate in spirit. We find new tribes. We have different interests yet engage in discussions. We may change our appearance. We are free to expand without reprisal.

We learn by our mistakes and we grow organically into our best selves, without the need to go about wishing harm toward others. Though with today’s technology we cannot shake off unwanted attention. Like closing a door or moving to a new area. Because with the web, we are all potential victims of fraud, intimidation, stalking, harassment and sabotage. Our views, our history, our data. Our entire pasts can be tampered with at the hands of those who are driven by their emotional grievances. Where insecurity actually threatens our security. Potentially dangerous times.

But we can all live through it by keeping our minds anchored to the good in this world. The positive change. The fresh air that we are blessed to have. Clean water. To declutter our thoughts and provide space in our minds for our own progress in every small way possible. To encourage our circles to thrive, even in our differences. To feel safe and inclusive. Charity Starts at Home. Because each of us is special. A balance of solitude, community and nature.

Finally, and just a quick account of things. I can only apologise to President Trump if you did not like my gift to you that went alongside your award. My intentions were sincere and exceptionally positive. That said, the outcome was ‘for the best’, since I do realise it was just another awkward ‘thing’ much like the internet can be. But the sentiment remains the same.

Tiffy Belle. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper