My Journey

My childhood was in many ways great - I have some fantasic memories and it is those days really do shape who you are as an adult. I also have many sad, painful and traumatic memories - and nothing could be more traumatic than being removed from your parents, and growing up in children's homes and foster homes. I consider myself very fortunate - I ended up in a foster home with two amazing people (Norma and George) - they were in their 50s and living in Stamford when they took on a troubled, emotionally retarded and reckless 13 year old boy....and it was those three years that followed that really changed my pathway through life. (Completed 2013)

This section provides an account of my own experiences of the care system. This began with little 'holidays,' or respite periods for my mother, and led to me being a full time resident of a state children's home (The Willows). Further down the line I lived in two foster homes, before being placed at a 'half way house' at the age of 16 years by Children's Services....in a strange twist of fate I ended up living back with my biological mother at 18 years of age - something deep down I had always dreamed of...