Where does an abused child turn when he has no one to talk to? Believing that he is evil and meant to be a victim, he tells his horrific journey to his only friend, Mr. Ted. The boy is five. In his own words through the compelling pages of his journal, he writes in terrific detail of unspeakable abuse forced upon him by his parents. Through manipulation and control, he is moulded into a creation of their own design. Fear follows close behind in the guise of the "bad man." His voice is no longer silent.Little boy little boy, Curled in a ball. I know your secrets, I know them allI write in my journal as much as I can. I talk to Mr. Ted. He is my only friend. He understands when the bad man comes. He holds my hand when I have nightmares and my mummy doesn't hear me cry. Mr. Ted doesn't tell. He won't say when my daddy hurts me. He keeps my secrets and my stories. I love Mr. Ted. He is the only one who loves me back.Mr. Ted.I keep falling asleep. Bad things happen. I get sore all the time. But I don't know why. My mum says it's a demon. Because I got evil. Please make me be good.

Little boy little boy, Curled in a ball. I know your secrets, I know them allI write in my journal as much as I can. I talk to Mr. Ted. He is my only friend. He understands when the bad man comes. He holds my hand when I have nightmares and my mummy doesn't hear me cry. Mr. Ted doesn’t tell. He won’t say when my daddy hurts me. He keeps my secrets and my stories. I love Mr. Ted. He is the only one who loves me back.Mr. Ted.I keep falling asleep. Bad things happen. I get sore all the time. But I don’t know why. My mum says it’s a demon. Because I got evil. Please make me be good....Where does an abused child turn when he has no one to talk to? Believing that he is evil and meant to be a victim, he tells his horrific journey to his only friend, Mr. Ted. The boy is five. In his own words through the compelling pages of his journal, he writes in terrific detail of unspeakable abuse forced upon him by his parents. Through manipulation and control, he is moulded into a creation of their own design. Fear follows close behind in the guise of the “bad man.” His voice is no longer silent.

Katie is afraid of the bear that lives under the stairs in her house, until they exchange letters and she finally gets to meet him.

This entertaining, amusing, and thoughtful collection of letters that children have sent to Socks and Buddy--the nation's "First Pets"--includes 50 candid photos and an Introduction by First Lady Hillary Rodham Clinton. Author's royalties will be donated to the National Park Service Foundation.

This journey has been an odd one; I didn't even know I was on it. Dear Teddy was born out of a conversation with my therapist at the time, a way for the child to speak after so many years of silence and being locked away in the dark. Once I gave him a pen and told him it was okay for him to talk, he didn't stop. He had so much to say, and he did. Goodbye Teddy is the fourth and final book in the Dear Teddy series, as with the previous books; it is told through the eyes of the child. He asks you to walk with him as he shows you his world. This is a tale of child abuse in all forms. Every page takes you through the horrific events and the ways he came to survive them. It shows you the betrayal by those very people that should have protected him; his mother and father. Listen as he shares his secrets, his fears, his hopes and dreams. Laugh with him, cry with him, but don't stop or close your eyes. Excerpt I sit on the cushions. I look at my dad's bottle of petrol. Maybe I can drink it. It is poison. My dad says it is. He shouts when my brother plays in there. Because there is lots of things and it is poison and can make him die and go to heaven. I look at it lots of times. Maybe I can drink it all down. I think about it inside. Maybe it tastes nice. I like how it smells. Maybe it doesn't taste very bad. I reach over and get it. I open it. It smells nice. Maybe I can count. Not to four, though. Four is very bad. I count to three. One, two, three. Then I can drink it and I can go away and then everyone is happy about it. One. Two. Three. I lift the bottle up and then I put it at my mouth. I don't tip it yet. I don't keep the crying part away. I don't ever be any good. "Drink it." I say it very bad to myself. "Drink it. Drink it."

A collection of short stories to touch the heart. Those who are acquainted with Teddy Stallard and his teacher, Miss Thompson, will enjoy further stories of this teacher's ability to touch the lives of her students. Other stories include " The Christmas Nandina" which tells of a dying woman's effort to make her last Christmas special for her three young boys. "Big Rocks Cafe" shows us another aspect of the homeless while "The Mirror" shows us another face of aging. These and other stories will touch you and perhaps cause you to look at those around you in a different way.