ABSTRACT
In 1980, everything changed. I honestly believe that my gran and my mother did the best they could with the information they had at the time. I had gone to all sorts of extracurricular activities before it was popular to do so and deemed by society as a prerequisite to ‘good' parenting. Money was tight, but it was found to give me dance classes, piano lessons and the Brownies. In this regard I was privileged, I suppose; but the emotional ‘neglect', lies and secrecy were starting to take their toll on my own development.
