I opened The Real Supermum Group back in May 2010, it was made because I was lonely and I wanted desperately to make some new mummy friends. I had no idea how successful it would become. A very simple group has turned into a lifeline for many.
It is the members of the group who I owe thanks too because without them there would be no group. I have 5 admins who help me run the group as its a 24-7 job.
The Real Supermum has become a brand name, its not down to me. I owe so much to the mums who daily give up their free time to help provide a safe and confidential space where mums can come and be able to express their thoughts and fears away from judgement.
I am humbled when I see mums for the first time admitting their fears and going to ask for professional support after being given the support and courage to do so from the group.
The mums hold a special place in my heart and they are not just Facebook mums they are real friends who I admire and I am so very proud of them.
The blog houses hundreds of real life anonymous blog posts, these stories are not stories these are real experiences from real mums. I think you will agree if you follow the blog that they are amazing and inspiring mothers.
I wanted to share with you a story that was posted on my personal Facebook page between 2 mums who are members of my Facebook mums group.
How The Real Supermum Group Saved My Life
The council stuck me and four kids in a tiny hotel room and forgot about us because refuge had no space. I had NO help. NO support. I was a victim of rape trying to protect my kids from my abuser. Where were any of these supposed charities then? When I was scared for my life and my kids Cos I told the police? It’s a farce
Two of my kids had to stay with their dad. For 9 months we were separated. I started off on my mums sofa as did two of my kids. When the abuse from my own family became too much council finally gave me a b&b room with a double bed and a single, a tiny table, a desk. A shower and a loo.
My two sons were being abused by their nanna so I took them back. And were still stuck in this tiny hotel room. No school. Nothing. We came home. They don’t care it’s all just names on a bit of paper.
I’m back in the house I’m not meant to be living in. It’s far too small for our needs and years ago because my son is disabled we were told we needed to move. Luckily so far he hasn’t turned up. It’s the thought he could. I testify again against him may 20. I hate doing normal things like the school run.
I have no choice as nobody else will do it for me. I force myself to go to the shops or see a friend once a week. I believe only if you are rich will you survive these days. And our kids are doomed because when they are older they will have no chance with the states of schools and Uni.
The rich will become richer. The poor will become poorer. Poverty stricken will die. Crime will soar. Bedlam will come.
The group has truly been a lifeline. If I didn’t have it. Well I dread to think. When someone is in the throes of a depressive episode. Who really shouts it out to professionals?
Sarah was the one who made me go to hospital the night they rushed me into surgery. She saved my life. I’d be dead now if the group did not exist.
And I’ve made a new real life friend in Jade, I don’t think she realises it, but she is a lifeline too and an amazing girl, and I wouldn’t leave the house as much if it was not for her. Only today I went to meet her in town. I really would be a recluse.
It’s all thanks to Emma. And all my virtual friends of which there are many. And they thank ME, yes me! Of all people for helping them and giving them advice and being there for them! And it feels SO good knowing that you have been that someone that was there, when somebody really needed it.
And I look forward to talking to all the mummies everyday. Reading all their updates. Seeing their pictures and sharing jokes.
I know I’m pregnant and hormonal and emotional. I’m so glad Emma never let the trolls beat her down. Because she hasn’t just made a difference in my life, but my four kids too by proxy. And I’m sure I’m not the only one. I’ve gone and made myself cry now.
I don’t think Emma knows what she means to us. Replies another mum
You and I are recent friends and the more we talk the more its apparent we have so much in common. The same or similar experiences, good and bad. I have the same connection if that’s what you call it with Emma.
Im so glad you and I began talking. The only reason we didn’t sooner is because I didn’t want to let anyone else in, but I was wrong I should have spoken to you those times you tried to talk to me.
You ARE amazing, and just like Emma you make me believe somehow, somewhere down the line everything will come good.
People like you who live through hell, you know what its like to beg for your life, and to not take it for granted. You appreciate every kindness and treat people with respect because you know what its like not to have any.
I don’t think you have failed anyone. In fact I am in awe of you. Your doing the one thing I couldn’t do. On that day that’s coming you will be one of the bravest people I am lucky enough to know.
If you are a mum or a mum to be and want to join the mums Facebook group you can do so here – The Real Supermum’s Facebook group.