On the night of 18 December, 1994, Alison Botha was attacked near her home in Port Elizabeth, South Africa. She had returned to her flat around 1AM after dropping off a friend when a man armed with a knife forced his way into her car. The attacker was later identified as Frans du Toit, who soon picked up an accomplice, Theuns Kruger.

The two men drove Alison to a remote area outside the city, where they repeatedly assaulted and raped her over several hours. Afterward, they attempted to kill her by slitting her throat multiple times and stabbing her in the abdomen. Believing she was dead, they left her at the scene.

Despite catastrophic injuries, including a severed windpipe and exposed intestines, Alison managed to survive. She held her wounds together and crawled to a nearby road, where she was discovered by a passing motorist.

On 23 August 1937, Dorothy Lucas was shopping in Chicago with her three-month-old daughter, Diane. She briefly left Diane in her pram outside a grocery store while she went inside to pay for an item. When Dorothy returned moments later, the pram was empty and the baby was gone.

Diane was found 23 hours later, unharmed, after police received an anonymous phone call revealing her location. Several days after her return, the Lucas family received an unsigned letter from a person who claimed to be a 28-year-old woman. The writer said her husband and daughter had recently died and that she had taken Diane after seeing her alone outside the store.

May 03, 2022

Brianna Alexandra Maitland was born on October 8, 1986, in Burlington, Vermont to her parents, Bruce and Kellie Maitland. Brianna had an older brother and they grew up on her parents’ farm in East Franklin, Vermont, close to the Canadian border. 

Brianna went to Missisquoi Valley Union High School, but later transferred to Enosburg Falls High School during her sophomore year. On October 8, 2003, Brianna’s 17th birthday, she decided she wanted to move out of her parents home. Kellie, her mom, said there was no stressors in Brianna’s life that would’ve caused her to need to move out, but that her daughter had wanted more independence and to be closer to some of her friends who went to a different high school. 

Brianna often moved in and out of different friends’ places and by February 2004 she had dropped out of high school and moved in with her friend Jillian Stout in Sheldon, Vermont. Brianna enrolled in a GED program so she could finish school. 

Three weeks before Brianna’s disappearance, she had gotten in a physical altercation with a former friend, Keallie Lacross at a party. The motive was not clear, but Brianna’s father Bruce later said he believed it was jealousy over Brianna talking to a boy at the party. Brianna was actually trained in martial arts, however her friend who was at that same party claimed that Brianna refused to fight Lacross, who had hit her in the face several times while Brianna was sitting in a truck. 

Brianna ended up with a broken nose and a concussion, later filing charges against Keallie. The charges were dropped three weeks after Brianna had disappeared, and also Keallie was cleared as a suspect in the disappearance. 

On March 19, 2004, in the morning, Brianna had taken an exam to get her GED. After finishing the exam her and her mother Kellie had lunch to celebrate, Bruce was out of town working in New York. Kellie claimed Brianna had been in good spirits and discussed plans to attend college. 

After they finished eating, Kellie and Brianna spent the afternoon shopping. In one store while waiting to check out, Kellie noticed that something outside had caught Brianna’s attention and she told her mother she would return shortly, leaving the store. Kellie finished at the check out and met Brianna in the parking lot, where she said Brianna appeared shaken and agitated. 

She told Kellie that she needed to go home and get ready for her shift at the Black Lantern Inn, a restaurant in Montgomery where she worked. Kellie did not ask Brianna what had caused her to become shaken up, as she did not want to pry. Kellie dropped Brianna off at her place with Jillian between 3:30 and 4pm. 

Before Brianna left for her shift she left Jillian a note saying she was coming back after she worked. Brianna worked her shift and then clocked out around 11:20 pm. She told her coworkers that she needed to go home and sleep before she worked the next day at her other job in St. Albans. It is assumed that Brianna was alone in her car when she left the Black Lantern Inn. 

The next afternoon on March 20, 2004, a Vermont State Police trooper was dispatched to an abandoned house on Route 118 in Richford, about a mile from the Black Lantern Inn. Brianna’s car was found backed into the side of the house, which was known locally as “the old Dutchburn house.” A piece of plywood that had been covering a window laid on the car’s trunk. Two of Brianna’s paychecks were on the front seat of the car, and outside of it there was loose change, a water bottle and an unsmoked cigarette. The trooper believed the car to be abandoned by a drunk driver and it was towed to a local garage. 

Brianna was not reported as missing for a few days. Kellie did not know about the discovery of her daughter’s car until 5 days after it was found. Jillian, Brianna’s friend who had lived with her, saw the note Brianna left for her on March 19, but had spent the weekend away and found the note undisturbed on Monday. 

Jillian assumed Brianna had been staying somewhere else and did not call Kellie until the next day. On March 23, 2004, Kellie began calling around looking for her daughter, but no one had seen or spoken to Brianna since the Friday. Kellie filed a missing persons report that day, unaware still that her daughter’s car had been found abandoned. 

On March 25, Brianna’s parents gave photos of her to Vermont State Police in St. Albans. A trooper showed them the photo of the Oldsmobile found at the Dutchhouse where Kellie identified that that was the car her daughter had been driving. Kellie did not believe that Brianna had left the car backed into the house like that and thought someone else must have. 

Several witnesses called in to report that they had seen Brianna’s Oldsmobile at the Dutchhouse that night. A man drove by around 11:30-12:30 am and said that the car’s headlights might have been on. He said he did not see anyone in or around the car. 

Another man drove by between 12 and 12:30 am, saying he saw a turn signal flashing on the car. Around 4 am, a former boyfriend of Brianna’s drove past after partying and thought he had recognized the vehicle but did not see anyone in or around it. 

The next morning, some motorists found the scene odd and took pictures of it. One of the motorists claimed there was loose change, a water bottle and a bracelet or necklace on the ground next to the car. 

The police were skeptical that foul play was involved, and considered that Brianna was perhaps a runaway. Nothing was found at the Dutchburn house and Brianna’s car was processed for laboratory evidence on March 30, 2004. When the car was returned to Brianna’s parents, Bruce said that his daughter’s ATM card, glasses, contact lens case and migraine medication had all been left inside the car. 

It was later concluded by law enforcement that foul play was probable. In 2007, a flyer by the FBI stated that Brianna’s car might have been staged to appear as an accident. Brianna’s parents said that if she was abducted it would have had to be by multiple people involved, given her jiu-jitsu training. 

Brianna’s case has also been compared to the disappearance of Maura Murray, a college student who went missing in northwest New Hampshire the month before Brianna disappeared in February, 2004. It was deemed to be unrelated however both girls disappeared within 90 miles of each other. 

The week following Brianna’s disappearance, the police got an anonymous tip that she was being held against her will in a house in Berkshire, Vermont. The rented house, occupied by Ramon L. Ryans and Nathaniel Charles Jackson, two drug dealers, was raided on April 15, 2004. No sign of Brianna was found. 

Interviews with Brianna’s friends led to information that Brianna had experimented with hard drugs in the past, specifically crack cocaine, and knew of Ryans and Jackson. 

In late 2004, police got a statement from an anonymous “older female” who implicated Ryans and Jackson in Maitland’s disappearance. The statement was signed and given in graphic detail that Brianna had been murdered a week after she went missing. The woman said that Ryans murdered Brianna during an argument over money she had lent him to buy crack and her body was temporarily stored in the basement of a local woman’s home who had recently gone to jail. The woman also claimed that Brianna’s body had been dismembered and disposed of on a pig farm. Police were unable to corroborate any of this. 

The Maitland family claimed they had gotten several anonymous phone calls from people claiming Brianna was tied to a tree in the woods or that she was at the bottom of a lake. 

A break came through in 2006, where security footage at the Caesars World casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, showed a woman who looked like Brianna sitting at a poker table. The woman was never identified but many people, including Brianna’s family believe the woman could be her or at least looks very much like her. 

In 2012, police investigated a potential connection between Brianna’s disappearance and serial killer Israel Keyes, who committed many rapes and murders in Alaska, Oregon, Washington, Vermont and New York. The FBI ruled him out in December 2012, shortly after he committed suicide in Anchorage, Alaska. 

In March, 2016, police revealed they had recovered DNA samples from Brianna’s car. The results were not made public. In July, 2016, the farmhouse where Brianna’s car was discovered was destroyed in a fire. 

In March, 2022, 18 years since Brianna went missing, police revealed they had found a match to the DNA sample found in Brianna’s car. The police has not released the identity of the person, but said it belonged to 1 of 11 people they tested previously in connection to Brianna’s case. 

Not all borderlines are abusive and not all abusers are borderline.

Not everyone with BPD is a narcissist

Bpd is NOT multiple personalities

Just because Amber Heard is a bad person and has BPD does not mean Bpd=bad people

Not all borderlines are liars

In my experience a lot of borderlines I know are the most brutally honest people I've ever met.

Pete Davidson has BPD and isn't an abusive asshole.

Stop creating this stigma around a group of people who did absolutely nothing to deserve the shit you've been saying about them just because of Amber Heard.

F1 grey wolf x poodle crosses bred by Erik Zimen as part of a study on dog domestication. 

When talented African-American tap dancer Arthur Duncan began his career in show business in the 1950’s, he was met with criticism from the White kingpins of Hollywood, solely due to his race. In 1954, Betty White featured Arthur on her show, despite many complaints. After hearing the complaints, Betty said “I’m sorry. Live with it.” and gave Arthur even more air-time.

“The green monster made me do it”, The Cohen Family Murders

On a cold, gloomy winters night in February 1986, Israel was in a state of shock after the heinous slaying of the Cohen family in Jerusalem. Neighbours began to panic after hearing gunfire, which prompted the locals to call the police.  Upon arrival, the police walked into the Cohen family home and came face to face with a nightmarish crime scene, the Cohen family had been murdered, but one member was missing, their 14-year-old son.

Nissim Cohen, 44, and his wife Leah, 40, were shot to death whilst sleeping with an M-16 army rifle. Their two daughters Anat, 19, and Shira, 18, also met the same horrific fate moments after. Their 14-year-old son, who cannot be named, was found sitting in a neighbour’s home. Was he the sole survivor of this barbaric massacre? No, he was the perpetrator of the brutal murder of his family.

During investigations, many theories were proposed as to why he killed his family. The teenager claimed a green monster made him do it, but all psychiatric evaluations showed no mental illness present. Still to this day, no one knows what led a teenager to kill four members of his family.

The teenager was charged with manslaughter and sentenced to 9 years in prison. However, due to good behaviour, he was released and lived a normal life.

You wake up.

You lay there,

Unable to move.

Eyes open, mind empty,

Confused,

Hungry, but no appetite.

You forget the thought of food.

You find your way to the restroom, fighting every muscle ache the depression is letting off with every step you take.

It takes away energy, you didn’t even have a chance to make.

You sit there for a while,

Just staring at the tiles.

Trying to make sense of everything around you,

Trying to wake yourself up.

You’re awake, but you’re not you.

You’re not there, you’re dissociating.

You’re aware of this; but still cannot move.

You’re crying inside, screaming to be set free. And eventually, the realization starts to hit, and you know you have to make a move.

You stand back up, and

you drag your exhausted feet across the floor, to go and medicate.

Pack, light, inhale, exhale, breathe. Repeat.

It has become a routine,

One you have become far too familiar with.

You’re trying;

You try and it doesn’t help.

You feel, like a lost cause;

Because it should help, but its not.

So you walk right back up stairs,

Angry, sad, happy, ecstatic, depressed, anxious, livid, confused, all. At. The. Same. Time.

You find yourself Crawling back into the safe, warm blanket..

That just doesn’t quite feel..the same.

So you twist,

And you turn,

Until you meet the horrific, terrifying, and stone cold..

Anxiety..

The shaking, the irritability, the crying for hours, the nauseousness, and the need to “feel better”...but you can’t.

Despite everybody’s advice, your hands, ice cold, needing somebody to hold....

Me.

You lay there, unable to breathe properly because your brain is telling you..

You’re worthless. You’re a lost cause. You’re beyond saving. You are ugly. You will never be loved.

The list can go on forever..

Scratching your skin, trying to feel anything but the emotions that you did not ask for..

and suddenly..

Its 4pm.

You’re just now leaving your bed,

because the low blood sugar had started affecting you to the point you are shaking uncontrollably.

You force down the first thing in sight because you have no appetite

and your brain is wired to believe food is bad.

Every swallow is painful.

All you see is calories rather than nutrition.

All you see are pounds & inches.

You find yourself on the scale every morning; Wondering if that extra pound was from the granola bar you were so afraid to eat.

You medicate some more and realize you can’t sleep.

You stare at the wall for hours, zoning out like a zombie,

Conversations with the demon in your head, all i want to do is GO TO BED.

and you sit and tell yourself you’re fine

You’re fine you’re fine.

you close your eyes and go numb, as if there is a button, that was pressed,

Soon the insomnia fades away,

and you do the

Same

Exact

Thing,

The very,