Your Life Your Story 2018

Orphans & Care Experience in Fiction

This feels like a good week to reflect on the recent Your Life Your Story (YLYS), residential event that was part of this year’s National Care Experienced Week in October.

The story starts now and is written in chalk not ink. We’re changing the narrative.

There is a mountain of research on the healing power of reading and writing. Social Sciences have established that writing about what we are experiencing can reduce physical pain, decrease anxiety and depression and positively addresses a whole heap of PTSD symptoms. It’s a bit like mining for gold – what one person at YLYS called, the Brain dump – you write and re-write sifting the stones and sand from the river bed and keeping your eyes out for those pieces of gold.

A zine by Tamsin Trevorrow

There are many ways to write your story or a narrative. It doesn’t have to be memoir…

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Not Forgotten

selective focus photography of girl in green and black striped sweater holding and blowing dandelion

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“OMG…  I’ve finally tracked you down”

Your timely words seemed meant to be
But you could not have known how much they’d mean to me
It’s 40 years since we last met in that awful place
Where cruelty went unpunished and justice was disgraced

There were fireworks in the attic with confiscated toys
Colouring books were all you had designed to mute your noise
A cold bath if you wet the bed stood barefoot in the snow
Deliveries hijacked food packed to go

When visitors came the scene was set for an influential illusion
Bay windowed lounge unlocked children on parade
Reciting party pieces in a humiliating charade
With tea and cake to celebrate this perilous delusion

Years later it came as no surprise to discover the boy who spoke out
Was stripped and beaten by police ‘moved’ and branded liar
And time served has left me without doubt
…. abusers will be reprieved
When truth is rendered worthless by vested interest valued higher

Then children will be dispersed scattered like it doesn’t matter
Ruptured relationships are worsened by uncertainty
And self-belief struggles to flourish when trust is shattered
By those willing to collude with crimes against humanity

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Child of the State

Unknown Child of the State
Hopeless House,
17 Unheard Place,
Why Bother Land.

Yesterday

Dear Unknown Child,

Your story is very worrying, but please don’t run away before you hear, what I have to say.

You were right to speak out about that worker, who left you on your own, then told you he’d been drinking… before he drove you home.

We know you’re not the liar here but every time you move, as long as reputation matter’s more than you… that will become harder to prove.

I know how sad it makes you to know he’s coming back, but getting mad will only
reinforce… it’s you not him that’s bad.

To accept that justice won’t be served no doubt will cause alarm, especially as another move… will only cause you harm.

But you must hang on to your potential, protect it with your life, then the day will come when you can tell them all… “I survived.”

Together,

The Caregiver x