I had my stepdad until I was about ten. After that, I was left to my own devices.
There was a lot of social workers as I remember. I was in a children's home that just happened to be a convent, the nuns were absolute diamonds, just such lovely people, I suppose they were like mother figures really.
When I was a teenager I lived in a squat for a while, where two punks took me under their wing. They were both heroin addicts, but they saw I was ok.
I can't say that I have gone short of support really, I wouldn't like to complain.
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