National Adoption Week: My Early Years
I was born in December 1969. My birth mother (‘BM’) was a 20 year old Irish girl who had moved to England. Both her parents had died. She already had a son who was 11 months older than me. My…
Part 2: Update on the Drama
Sure if you’ve read Part 1 you’re on the edge of your seat waiting for the update. Possibly. Okay, maybe not, but here goes. The morning after I spoke to mother I texted cousin’s wife again. ‘I don’t know what…
Part 1: Oh Here It Comes: First The Anger, Then The Pain
I’ll try and make the history behind this one as brief as I can. If you’ve followed me a long time on Twitter then you might’ve heard me make reference to the adopted mother. Twisted, manipulative, lying, petty, ignorant. And…
My First Ever Blogpost…..
That I haven’t had time to customise yet. Will make it all pretty soon. Maybe. But the words need to come out first! WHAT.A.MORNING My friend has MS and her son, aged 9, has Down Syndrome. She goes to the…