My baby brother’s Story…
The Children Act 1989 gave every child the right to protection from abuse and exploitation and the right to have inquiries made to safeguard their welfare. Its central tenet was that children are usually best looked after within their family. The act came into force in England and Wales in 1991 and – with some differences – in Northern Ireland.
He was tall above 6ft, with beautiful bone structure, artistic and with a GSOH. Sounds like the profile of a dating website. But yes, he was that handsome…
I will use the story of Moby Dick as an analogy to describe the singular obsession my baby brother had with comic book and superheroes. My father said they were the devil’s work, but like anything concerning his children, he choose not to ask questions in order to understand.
The more my father senselessly beat him the more he lost himself within the fantasy of a world where people had super powers.
We couldn’t undetstand why our father kept picking on him. The youngest and the weakest. But when the cracks started to show in him, he was concerned enough to call a social worker.
But back then, in the stone age of 1988, the Children’s Act had not become has important or specific has it is today. It was after his time, maybe it might have saved him.
I think he was 14yrs old when our parents took off and left us all to fend for ourselves. He turned 15 years old later in the year. With no money because he was too young to claim support from the state, he ate from dustbins.
He was alone, even though we were all brought up in the church. No church member showed interest in our well being, they were too busy praising God to show concern.
But to cut a very long story short, at a loss to ease his pain he made a bad decision which cost him his life.
Read more about this in Painkiller (Click on the link in Menu above).
I have to go to work now, so must put away my sadness and join up with reality. Happy Friday!