My mum never had time when I was growing up. She had six kids, seven jobs and alcohol issues. It was chaos.
My granddad started sexually abusing me when I was five. My dad knew about it. I managed to tell my family what was happening to me, but they called me a liar. I became mentally very unwell and ended up in a secure mental health unit.
I don’t know how many times I tried to cut myself and kill myself. I was afraid to be at home, so I ended up dulling the fear with drugs and staying at a house where I was used for sex.
The truth did come out. I wasn’t the only one who had been abused, and there were four of us girls. One of my sisters moved into YMCA, and we’d meet up. She said she was really scared for my life. I wanted to live, so I applied for YMCA too.
The day I arrived two years ago, I was all over the place, but it is calm here. It gets hard sometimes, but there are people to help you. The staff sit down with you and listen to you. I’ve genuinely never had that in my whole life. I said, “Please help me to help myself”.
I started off in a room with meals provided and a lot of intensive help. The first thing was to help me create a routine, Monday to Friday. I’d never had one before.