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Dad of 'Non-Binary' Teen Who "Calmly" Killed Mom Blames Sex-Segregated Mental Health Units for Teen's, Ex's Deaths | Women Are Human

UK — Hambledon, England. A teen callously murdered his mother by strangling her to unconsciousness and stabbing her 118 times. He was found dead four days later in a secure mental health hospital. Now the teen’s father says the blame for the untimely deaths of his son and ex is on the shoulders of authorities who repeatedly placed the ‘nonbinary’ teen in sex-segregated mental health units.

  17-year-old Rowan Thompson, a private school pupil who changed his name from Ben when he began identifying as genderless, visited his mother, 50-year-old speech therapist Joanna, for the weekend at her village home. The teen had recently gone to live with his father, Marc, a magician. Mother and son engaged in “stressful” conversations about his living arrangements. The teen decided his mother was “controlling and over-bearing.”  The following day, 1 July 2019, the mother and son went for a morning jog. When they returned home, the teen “felt strange,” and began strangling his mother. Joanna Thompson fell to the floor, and Rowan Thompson strangled her until she was rendered unconscious. “10 or 15 minutes later,” the teen returned to find his mother still breathing, and used a knife to stab her 64 times in the neck, 38 times in the forehead and 16 times in the arm.   At 12:45 PM, the teen called the emergency number and reported in what Coroner Jason Pegg would later describe as a “calm, unemotional and quite ordinary manner”: “I’ve just killed my mum. I need someone to arrest me as that’s what you do and an ambulance would be nice. I strangled her and I’ve been stabbing her with various knives and whatnot. My younger brother is at school, he’s due back later tonight. … She’s not breathing… bring a body-bag or whatever you do. I’m 99.9 per cent sure she’s not breathing.“ 

  He “made sure” her breathing stopped, the teen told the operator, and “put the knives in the dishwasher just in case.” The arresting officer found the teen “extremely calm and composed” and “more concerned about his cat.”   Rowan Thompson was placed in a secure mental health facility. His trial was set for 7 October 2020. Four days before the date, he was found dead. Police said Rowan Thompson’s death is not suspicious. The inquest into the teen’s death is scheduled to take place next year. The youth had a history of suicide attempts and depressive bouts, and spent prior stints in mental health hospitals.

  Marc Thompson insisted Rowan Thompson was “troubled,” but never aggressive, loved his mother and planned to become an architect. He said the system had failed Rowan Thompson by always placing the teen in single-sex units, despite the teen’s ‘genderless’ identity. He claims two psychiatrists thought the youth “mentally incapacitated.” Psychiatrist Dr John Sandford told the inquest into Joanna Thompson’s death that Rowan Thompson had minor autism, but he found no indication of “abnormal mental functioning.”   Sophie Rugge-Price described her sister Joanna Thompson as “shy, gentle and kind,” “always thinking about others” and “devoted to both her sons.” A girl with minor autism identified as nonbinary. If the father was told the kid was “mentally incapacitated” why didn’t he try to find a better facility? 

So imagine that the roads you drive on every day are filled with potholes that make commute unbearable. And imagine there are people with pickaxes who deliberately dig holes in the road. You're like isn't it awful that those potholes are there.

But then someone's like well some countries have mud roads, why complain. And another one's like the pickaxe wielders are only doing this because they're really sad and need a purpose in life. And another one's like those other drivers with big trucks don't feel anything so there really is no issue, buy shock absorbers. Another one's like actually the bumps in the road are comforting to me because they've been there my whole life, the roller coaster builds character.

Then the ones who do realise yeah there are holes in the road will talk about how bad it is but then they never bring up maybe stopping the pickaxers from digging the holes, or get some asphalt to fill them in, or build the roads better. And then when you do it's like whatttt that takes work. On second thought I feel bad for the pickaxers. Maybe we should start digging holes too, then we have control over where the holes are. Let's throw rocks at anyone who tries to stop them. And you feel like everyone else in the room is crazy and you're the only sane one, or vice versa, you can't tell anymore. That's what being a radical feminist feels like.

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Do the Jana have any practical, day-to-day spheres of influence? I know they have virtues, but they seem distant.

Tumblr ate my last answer, and this one is far clunkier. Forgive me.

But yes. I have made a study of the Great Janati, pulling from original Madrian sources and modern Filianic sources, as well as personal research. Most of my ideas are still hodge-podge brainstorms, but I will post the three most ‘complete’ answers below.

-Sai Vikhe is the Opener. The cutting edge, the strength to endure. She is the patron of warriors, medical surgeons, firemen, and anyone else who uses blades or force to save lives and remove danger. She is precision, a rallying cry, and the protector of those who cannot protect themselves from the danger they face. At the highest level, she is Holy Valour. The neverending war against the demons, against Irkalla; to fight for eternity, to fight to exhaustion and beyond because without her protection, we would be consumed by monsters within and monsters without. The valour to wield truth like a blade, the sharpest blade. 

-Sai Sushuri is the Soother. The healing touch, the deep water. She is patron of psychiatrists, hospice workers, and naturopathic medical professionals, as well as boaters and fishermen; any who make their money off the open waters. She is the calm lake and the terrible storm, for hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. At the highest level, she is Holy Love. Gentle love and fierce love, the love of Dea for us. A love that compelled the Daughter to be shattered for our ultimate healing and redemption, and the love that tore apart the very gates of hell itself.

-Sai Mati is the Knower. The keen eye, the knowing hands. She is patron of advisers, farmers and craftsmen, of those whose hands and minds provide what civilization needs. Librarians, researchers, farmers, mechanics, carpenters; knowledge that improves the material world. At the highest level, she is Holy Wisdom. The saying, “Any work done prayerfully becomes an offering of infinite virtue” comes to mind. The maiden picking apples who cuts one open and is suddenly struck by the epiphany of the Pentacle within- that is Sai Mati. 

This is the extent of my comprehensible research. I’ll add to it as I go. 

Blessed is she.

Annual reblog of the liminal spacemas from instachaz

Well, there is that one where they all pissed in the streets. That one was pretty original...

these are the capybaras of trans exclusionary indoctrination. reblog at ur own risk

That character goes on to time travel and break the timeline into like 10 terrible dystopias (including one in which the future is completely barren- implying she kinda killed the entire planet) Is then forgiven because she had a friend move away when she was 10 and that made her sad. So she gets to live in the castle and learn friendship from Princess Twilight She then gets frustrated with her friendship homework and literally mind controls twilight’s 5 friends to get her homework done. She gets to continue living in the castle

Everyone in the village, with the exception of Starlight herself, lives "cutie unmarked" and talentless under the imposed banner of equality. To reflect this, all of the houses in Our Town are arranged into two parallel rows that form an equal sign.

When Twilight Sparkle and her friends visit the town, Starlight and her followers show how content their lives are there. As they explain through the song In Our Town, they "do not separate [themselves] by more than name," they "dare not compete," "no one is superior," and "you can't have a nightmare if you never dream."

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