Category Life story work

A white child who is of average height

When I told my son J that he had a little sister, and what her name was, the baby girl in question was already a few months old. Seven year old J looked at me saucer-eyed, and with his mouth wide open. “But how do you know all that?” he asked me. At the point […]

Once a Yorkshireman, always a Yorkshireman

When J came into my life at the age of six and three quarters, and after four years in foster care, he seemed to know very little about himself: who his parents were, where he had lived, or how he had come to be in care. He had siblings he hadn’t met and didn’t know […]