I was born in Wales to the daughter of a coal miner who from the age of eight for the next ten years had to come home from school and run the household. Because her mum was an alcoholic she had to do all of the washing, cleaning and cooking.
Even her two older brothers used to take advantage of her, polishing shoes and other jobs that they should have been doing. So my mother was the true definition of a bitter twisted person and because of her brothers she also had issues with boys.
My father's dad left when he was a baby and grew up with his mum and four older sisters. So basically I had a mother who didn't know how to be one and my father was exactly the same.
My sister was born three years before me, and for some strange reason mum believed that babies should spend their first year in their bedroom and the only person that they see is their mother.
My dad once told me that there was a lot of fighting between his family and my parents over the way me and my sister was being raised. And because of the issues that mum had with boys me and mum never bonded.
I was born with bronchial asthma and was a sickly kid who cried most of the time. Some time around my second birthday a combination of me constantly crying and my dad's drinking led him to throw me out of a window.
To this day I still have a crack in my skull and it bulges like a vein on exertion. Plenty of people have asked me about it over the years but I just say, oh that, it's nothing.
The following year we ended up emigrating to Australia under the ten pound tourist scheme. My parents ended up waiting nine years to get a housing commission house and the three houses that we lived in for those nine years were bulldozed after we moved out. So you can imagine that they weren't nice places.
After three years in Aus my mum's uncle that sponsored us to come here gave up trying to help us and that was the last we saw of them.
Phew that was hard.
