When my eldest son was around 16 months old, I read a report about a child the same age who had been neglected to the extent that when a post mortem was performed on his tiny body, there were traces of his nappy and contents found in his stomach. He’d been so hungry and nobody had fed him.
It affected me to the point that I decided to train to be a children’s social worker. Divorce happened and I didn’t go to uni, so I fostered instead. My two youngest (now grown up) are children who I found through that, then adopted.
The other story was of a vulnerable man with learning disabilities who was imprisoned in Yorkshire and raped repeatedly for a number of days by other men. I wept fiercely when I heard that. I couldn’t imagine the fear and pain he’d experienced.
I asked the police whether they could forward messages to him and I sent flowers- they said the flowers and message made him happier.
Another one was Suzy Lampugh. I was quite young when she went missing, but I’ve always wondered what actually happened to her. I feel for her parents.
Today, the news that Grace Millaine has been confirmed as a murder victim. I hope that her body is found so that her family can put her to rest- but they shouldn’t have to- it’s so wrong and so sad.