Glebe House feels like the first proper home I’ve ever had. There was a lot of violence at home when I was a kid. I was abused when I was young too… some of it happened in Boy’s homes, where they’re supposed to look after you! That’s wrong, what they did. I tried to tell people it was happening, but it was all covered up, no one listened. I’ve kept that stuff inside for years, used and drank because of it. You can’t talk about it in jail because blokes might get the wrong idea. At last, I feel like I’m in a place where I can speak out. Nobody’s going to judge me. It’s just a beginning but it’s like, I’m going forward at last, maybe leaving that stuff behind me.
