Firstly, sorry about the upside down photo, this is how it keeps uploading onto the site, no matter what I try. As a single mother who has learned complete independence over the years in every way including economic, emotional, domestic, psychological, I feel helpless and strange to have gotten to the stage of asking for help.
That's what breaking point does to you though, you become desperate. And I sure must have been to ask help from my son's father. I knew he was no good, but I didn't know he was bad to the point of sociopathic either. I believe strangers will treat my son better so I am reaching out to the only people I have left.
When I called his father in Greece to see if he could help me with my son, I knew he didn't expect to hear from me, he thought he had evaded his responsibility when he left me when I was pregnant but still he agreed for us to come and ‘see what he can do.’ My son is 10 years old now and his father has never paid a cent in child support or so much as sent him a birthday card. The only time he ever called was right before my son turned 1 and he wanted me to go to the Greek embassy in Australia to tell them he had a son so he could escape his military duty in Greece. I told him that I wasn’t going to help him run away from yet another responsibility and I never heard from him again.
Last year in Australia, I suffered from a nervous breakdown and couldn't take care of my son or even get him to go to school. He stayed home for about 3 months from school when I realized I needed help in raising him or I thought at least some kind of male voice that never existed before could have helped get him out of bed. Right now, I think how could I have gotten it so wrong, what made me think he would want my son now when he didn’t want him when I was pregnant or for the last ten years? How could I have put my son through this psychological hurt he must now deal with, let alone never forget in his life.
From the moment we landed the sociopathic lies started. He had a job to go to one day he told me but all we ever saw was him leaving us at home alone, coming home all hours of the morning drunk and sleeping the day until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. He never wanted to spend any time with my son or get to know him. He was behind in the rent about 10 months one day he told me and they were going to kick him out and if he could borrow 300 euro he told me because then we would have nowhere to go. I said I didn’t have 300 and I would give him 200. His evil eyes opened so wide and he snatched it so fast out of my hand before I could change my mind, like a lone wolf’s first catch without his pack as if someone was waiting for him, to congratulate him for a job well done and he turned his back without a thank you and ran out of the door. We didn’t see him again until the next day.
Then I found a job and I thought it was a great idea to find my own place and leave my son with him and his family (the so-called ‘grandparents’ of my son who live downstairs from their sociopathic son and he has a sister who is separated with two kids who also lives with them) in the hope that perhaps my son’s ‘father’ would learn responsibility if I wasn’t there and start to change. I thought that maybe they needed father and son bonding time to get to know each other. I just hope my son forgives me one day for what I exposed him to. I had no idea what was going on because he never expressed himself, he kept it all inside. I would pick my son up on the weekends when I wasn’t working and spend time with him and take him back on Sunday evenings. He always seemed a bit troubled but he would never tell me what was wrong.
Then after a month or so after my son started school, pshyco and his equally sociopathic sister kept calling me and saying they needed my son’s passport for school. Apparently he needed to show it to be able to go on excursions since my son is only an Australian citizen and not a Greek citizen but I had a feeling that this wasn’t true and there was no way I was going to hand over the passport. He would mostly get his crazy sister to call or do his dirty work, in the hope that I would be terrified of her and give in. It didn’t work. One day, I spoke to my son and he said that he didn’t go to school because there was an excursion so the tyrants told him to stay home, that it was in Greek and he wouldn’t have understood it anyway. I didn’t understand why at the time.
So before school started, at my job at the call centre, they gave all the parents vouchers for 40 euro to buy school supplies. Because I wasn’t active at the school, I don’t speak Greek well and his father was taking him to school, I gave him the vouchers. He said he would buy him all he needed. A few days later I was in their place to pick up my son and I asked for my money back and he told me that I wasn’t going to get it back and to search for something in his place to sell if I wanted. I looked in my son’s wallet that I had stupidly left with them that had 250 Australian dollars in it that took him 2 years to save up from Christmas and birthdays. It was all gone. I had left it there in case he needed something like a pair or underwear or socks or money for a meal if they went out. Nothing it was gone and they never as much as bought him an icecream on the day he turned 10 years old. I picked him up on his birthday to take him out for lunch at 2 pm and his eyes were dark and sunken, he told me hadn’t eaten anything, that he was starving and that they never offered him breakfast or a drink. Four adults that were supposed to be taking care of him, he was supposed to be in the care of his biological father, aunty, and grandparents and all four of them starved him on his birthday and didn’t even give him 1 euro as a gift. They knew he would tell me that’s why and they were angry with me for having my son when they didn’t want him, when he had left me and told me to abort the child, when his evil mother told me to abort the child and her evil son will then come back to me.
Anyway, I was waiting for the perfect moment to take my son from their hands. I knew if I went and asked for him, there would be an issue as they were at that stage still trying to get their hands on the passport so they can apply for custody, lie and tell the world I was a bad mother who abandoned my son and then milk the government for every drop of money they can squeeze because he was in their care. I know all this because the principal of the school told me. They were never going to buy him a thing, they were going to leave him to starve, all four of them, and go on their holidays with the money, buy beers and cigarettes (all of which they were never short of) or give the money to their gambling father (my son’s biological grandfather) all of which I’m sure mine and my son’s money had gone to. They owe my 10 years of child support and they had the nerve to steal from us too. Words cannot express the evil that lurks inside these people. But it doesn’t end there. I told my son I would pick him up from school one day when I wasn’t working and spend time with him. The teacher told me he had walked home by himself and that he does that most days. He had never walked home by himself before in Australia. The whole time I thought his father was at least taking him and picking him up from school but he wasn’t, in a neighborhood that is known to be one of the roughest in Athens. I called the psycho and my son was at their place. I took him for a ‘walk’ but we never came back. Then they were calling me saying that I was an illegal in the country (when I have a European passport) and that I was supposed to get a paper from the child authorities saying that I gave my permission for my son to stay with them and now he was going to call the police on me and the authorities etc etc so I better bring my son back to him. None of this was true. I asked the police and they told me all I needed was a stamp on my son's passport since I myself am a European citizen. I was lucky I saved him when I did. The next day we went back to get some of his clothes. I sent him a message saying I was picking up some clothes and that I will come for the rest when I could find someone with a car to help. The so called ‘father’ was nowhere in sight. He left his crazy sister in charge, he was hiding in his parents place and she had packed every last thing and toy and book and told me to take everything before she threw them away. I said ‘oh so you hit my son and you are going to throw his things away’. She said get out before I hit you too and slammed the door. While I was taking bags down with the lift and on to the street, the evil grandfather came outside, pushed me onto the street, told my son to stay with them and not me and then when I called the police, the evil son had come out of hiding and threatened to me by coming right up into my face and telling me not to call the police. I said the neighbours already saw everything, you are not getting away with this and he turned around and asked his evil father, if people had seen him? He was proud that his father had hit me into the street in front of my son and was upset that they had seen him because he wanted to do the same.
About a week later, I took my son back to school even though the psychos had kept his school books so I couldn’t return. The principal told me that he didn’t need a passport for excursions, only a letter from the doctor to show he was fit and also so he can finally participate in gym at school. I wasn’t sure what he meant but he told me that my son was sitting out of gym for three months and not participating and watching the other kids play sports because of the simple letter from the doctor that they failed to bring. I went to the doctor, he charged me 5 measly euro, that’s all and then my son was able to participate. They couldn’t even pay 5 euro for him to attend gym class and excursions but they stole our money and had a ball with it.
I opened my son’s pencil case before I took him back to school and there was only one pencil in there. I asked him where were his colored pencils and erasers, sharpener etc, and he told me that’s all they gave him to take. My son loves to draw and they denied him that basic human right along with the right to play sports and go on school trips. We never did find out what they did with the school vouchers I handed over but his sister’s kids were never short of a thing, they even had electric sharpeners for school my son told me. He had lost so much weight in the three months he was with them, he was malnourished and mistreated. He told me the evil psycho sister slapped him in the face really hard on three different occasions and only because he told one of her kids to shut up which is what kids do anyway. He also told me his biological father pinched him really hard and that’s why he had bruises all over his arms once which he told me that one of the kids at school did to him accidentally. My son was afraid to tell me because he saw that I finally had a job and didn’t seem so depressed.
Now I am in a worse state after having another breakdown and not being able to cope with work all day, my son crying about having to stay at a strange lady’s house until 8pm when I finish work, the expenses and pressures and trauma we suffered here are plenty, there is no help from anyone. My mother in Australia is in an old people’s retirement place so we have nowhere to return to even if I had the money to return to Australia. We would probably get off the plane and go straight to government services who would try to find us crisis homeless shelter.
I lost my job because I was sick with so many stress aches and pains all over the body, and splitting migraines, my energy had all been drained and I was bed ridden for the last week. I can’t get the tests from the doctor because I don’t have a health care booklet yet, there is no money for doctors, I just paid one month’s more rent so I have bought myself another month here. I want to take my son to the psychologist to deal with his trauma and hurt after meeting a family so evil. An animal takes better care of their own child, therefore these people are neither human or animal. I need help to get on my feet again, get well, find another job, find a sport for my son so he can start living a kid’s life and last of all, find legal help to take these people to court and finally get some child support that we have been entitled to for the last ten years.
We have been here now for almost 8 months and I am down to my last month’s rent that I can afford. There is no more money after this so I don’t know how we are going to live. I cannot even claim government assistance as a single mother until I have been a resident of Greece for 5 years.
If anyone can help us get on our feet as we are alone with no family or friends in a country known for its warmth but it has been very cold to us so far. Whatever you can do will go a long way and we will keep in touch and let you know how we are progressing. My son never has the chance to feel the love of a father but perhaps he can find strangers like yourselves that will be like Godfathers, brothers, sisters and cousins. I cannot continue on my own anymore. I need help, that’s why God made man and woman and if you live a life that is not natural, you breakdown eventually. I am not afraid to ask for help but I will never act out of desperation again, it only punishes my son.