Stanley's Coat : A Harrowing But True Story Of One Boy's Abusive Childhood

When people called my father crazy they weren’t joking. Were a psychiatrist to assess him now I think they would diagnose my father with a personality disorder an illness that went untreated all his life. The result of this for me was a childhood dominated with physical violence ridicule tears and a life of misery. I was born in Orkney Scotland in 1956 the eldest of seven children. I was brought up suffering physical and mental abuse by a violent father who never acknowledged me as a son. A childhood lived in fear and humiliation at the hands of a man who was capable of vile and sadistic acts. This is the true story of a childhood lost and the struggles to overcome the mental anguish inflicted on me throughout my young life. Even although I am now over 60 years old I occasionally mourn my stolen childhood it is like a limb has been pulled off I can feel where it was supposed to be but it is just not there it is a part of me which I will never get back it was taken away without my consent and is now lost forever. Sometimes it just hits me out of nowhere overwhelming sadness and emptiness rush over me. I get disheartened and I feel hopeless sad and hurt and once again I feel numb to the world.