The Next Day

The next day after the events of Mate Crime,  James and I went to the police. I wanted support for Tom, who was, I felt he was being exploited and used. He needed support. Things were escalating. The police officer was really sympathetic. He took records. He understood the money was not the issue. He saw... Continue Reading →

Mate Crime

I think I had heard of Mate Crime, but not until this week did I really know what it is - thanks to my mate Befuddled Mum for explaining it to me. Mate Crime is where vulnerable people are used, abused, and / or exploited. Trafford Clinical Commissioning Group say: "Many vulnerable adults have few friends, and... Continue Reading →

The Middle of a Tornado

This is what life feels like. Being in the middle of a tornado. Sometimes maybe a little one, but sometimes a towering, storming mass of chaos. Sometimes you walk straight through, but sometimes you can't breathe, as the air is moving so fast around you. Sometimes the noise is deafening and explosive, sometimes it deafeningly... Continue Reading →

One for the Boys

Back in November 2013 we were interviewed by Kate Hilpern (@KateHilpern), from The Guardian newspaper for an article about adoption and for National Adoption Week. I was very wary about the boys being interviewed, but they loved it. They were so proud of it. Kate was understanding and compassionate. She wanted to hear our story,... Continue Reading →

Standing on Rainbows

Yesterday I had the absolute honour and pleasure of reading at my friends baby's naming ceremony. My friends suffered losing three babies during pregnancy, it was utterly heartbreaking for them. Eventually, beyond all their wildest dreams they had their baby. Babies who come after such heartache are known as Rainbow Babies. This is my reading...... Continue Reading →

Our School

May 2016  In July 2011 I sat outside my boys primary school. I was waiting for them to finish. It was their last day. They had been there 4 years, since I had adopted them. I looked at each of the doors leading from the class rooms. Each of the doors opened sad and unhappy... Continue Reading →

The Police Return

Things are difficult here at the moment. You may have read my previous post The Police. That experience left me feeling flat. I may have not contacted the police again, unless a police officer friend gave me a bit of a lecture , telling me to get help if we needed it. I wasn't going... Continue Reading →

The Police

We needed the police the other night. My son had gone missing. At midnight. He was distressed. I was scared for him. I called the police. They arrived. They asked for some back ground. I explained best I could about how he is affected by early life trauma. How he can be irrational and impulsive... Continue Reading →

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