60 Years Of Denial

A Memory of Hornsea.

I was sent to this place in the mid 50s to recover after being treated for T B , I would be around 6 years old,and being from a village type environment and having no father or siblings this establishment came as a complete shock. I had never seen let alone tasted pasta but I was made to eat it, the memories of fear still linger, fear of the staff and the older kids, fearful of wetting the bed, all the time trying to understand why my mother had done this to me. I remember going to the beach, TREAT ! I was not familiar with the seaside living 100 miles in any direction from the sea, this created even more fear, trying to be as small and invisible as possible to avoid being picked on.
The fact is I spent the rest of my mother’s life trying to convince her and anyone who would listen about abuse and fear that was going on but no one would believe a child, I am now in my 70s and still this small event in my life is following me around.
Thank you for these comments, after over 60 years I can show to my family that this was fact and not the rambling of a inconsiderate child.
Thanks again Bill

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