01 – A Bit About Me

As this is my first post, I’ve decided to write a brief article in which I can tell you a little bit about my past. The trouble started when I was just two years old. At that point, I suffered from bite marks, bruises and a broken leg. All these injuries were noted as non-accidental.

02 – How life was different

In the last article, I talked about being brought up by extended family and then it being taken away from me. In this article, I am going to address exactly what happened, how it made me feel and how it still affects me today. For eight years, the most important years of a young child’s

03 – Mum’s The Word

I am fast forwarding a few articles here, but I just wanted to shine a bit of light on my relationship with my mum. Just to clear up any confusion. Don’t get me wrong, over the years I’ve really punished my mum and never understood why certain things happened. I don’t want to write too

04 – Physical Abuse – Behind Closed Doors

The last article takes me to the age of twelve. I’m now starting to lack concentration in school and becoming a really angry child. I was in PE when I was told my foster sister had been to the school to find me. I managed to pass messages through this person who knew me from

05 – Aftermath Of Physical Abuse

Relaying from the article I posted earlier this is how that physical abuse affected me. I started to become a very angry child, didn’t want anyone close to me, because every time I got close to someone, I lost them. At the same time, I started lashing out. It was like I was being bullied

06 – School Life

In my previous articles, I have touched on life at school but I wanted to go into more detail. I started school from living with my foster parents and was at a primary school, where I went into the nursery. My foster mum worked at the school, so as you can imagine the teachers had

07 – Self-Harm

Trigger warning this article contains pictures and content that could cause discomfort. As I have touched upon this in previous blogs, I would like to go into more detail, especially as there’s a lot of stigma about self-harm – it is ok to not be ok. I have always controlled my eating, as far back

08a – The Calm Before The Storm

To follow up on a previous article, it was close to Christmas 2006, I was now aged 17. I had college and a job and, although I was back living at my mum’s at that point, I didn’t feel wanted there because of the previous years. I used to go to my nana’s, who was

08b – Trapped

I woke up the next morning and had cereal for breakfast. Then I spent some time with ‘the baby’. It was strange calling the wife ‘mum’, as she was only a year older than me and she looked so young and we got on like friends. The first week was ok, Christmas day came, I

08c – From Bad To Worse

Things began to go strange at nights when ‘the boys’ were settled. ‘The man’ would instigate games, saying it was to get to know each other. Although it quickly reached the point where he would want me and ‘his wife’ to do things. Was he serious? He was married to her. I was still a