This account is written from memory, experience, and reflection.
It is not intended to sensationalise, embellish, or provoke. It exists to record a life shaped by institutional care, silence, service, and delayed reckoning. Where possible, events have been verified against available records. Where records no longer exist, lived experience remains.
This is not an account of grievance. It is a record of consequence.
I came from regular parents of English extraction in a country still struggling with post war conditions in 1959. Times were hard and employment scarce. Already my parents were not getting along. So, it was a humble beginning for myself and my elder brother, Gary, and despite being in an orphanage from a young age, I have never really spent too much time complaining about my life.
My paternal grandparents were staunch and very strict Scottish; they had disapproved the union between my parents from the very start and when it failed, they refused to provide support. I was to learn much later in life that it was my grandfather who was ultimately responsible for us being placed into the orphanage, when he told mum, “You need to get a job.” “But first of all, you need to get rid of those boys”. We learned from an early age to deal what was in front of us and to keep moving forward. That mindset - born from necessity rather than choice – shaped every chapter that followed. I recognise that while my life was never easy, it has been meaningful, dignified, and richer than my beginnings ever suggested it could be.
Life was never meant to be easy, it is what it is, and you will read I’ve learnt to adjust to the lows as well as the highs. Some of the unpleasant events we experienced were shared by others who lived under the same systems at the similar time. Their public corroboration confirmed what survivors have long known: these were not isolated incidents, but patterns enabled by institutional failure.
I write not for sympathy, but for accuracy. Not to reopen wounds, but to ensure they are acknowledged. It was not written in anger or regret, but in clarity. It is a record of endurance, service, and ultimately closure. Silence protected the wrong people for too long.
This is testimony, memoirs of my life as I recalled.

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