Stolen child

My own mum despised me from the moment I was born

I thought I’d never tell a soul what happened in that graveyard

I’d grown up wondering why I looked so different from my family. But it took 35 years to discover the truth.

Grief trapped me inside my own bo dy until I took that vital first step

Watching the band up on stage, I felt so proud. ‘That’s my dad,’ I boasted to my friends as he drummed along to rock music. Aged 10, I loved going to his gigs. I’d tag along to rehearsals and knew all

The first time I said those words, I wasn’t believed. Almost 30 years on, I tried again