I remember my father used to ask me to hide his guns. I was running around with them feeling proud and special

“I remember my father used to ask me to hide his guns. I was running around with them feeling proud and special. He got locked up for armed robbery and later for child abuse but he was the closest to me. My mother said I was out of control, maybe I was! As much as a nine-year-old can be. I remember the social worker telling my mom: ‘You better put him into care, he is going to be a different child coming out!’ Only I was put into care. None of my brothers and sisters had to go through what I had to. I was sent in with the Christian brothers. That place was hell on earth and the brothers were the devils… They did some horrible, horrible things to us. I used to self-harm trying to deal with it and I would overdose on whatever drugs I could get my hands on. I went into care for not attending school and I came out as a drug dealer. I was sent into prison for dealing drugs and I came out an armed robber. The government created these places and they are responsible for what we became. Those Christian brothers are still out there and we are the ones who got locked up…”

This post was highlighted by Ana Liffey Drug Project and the North East Inner City Programme Office.