The Back garden

 Back garden

Obviously the garage at the bottom of the back garden is one of the places I was raped by the men who broke in that day when I was 11. I have been dragged through the nettles to the bottom of the garden and in that garage my parents kept an old mattress on which I was raped by these men. I was held down at this point by only one other man as some of the others had already scarpered. It is in here that my sister joined in with her boyfriend, throwing things and laughing as I was raped.

One  of the main things I remember about the garden is that my mother went on a open University course to study psychology. She learnt that one of the ways to find out how close a person feels to their family is to ask them to picture themselves at home and ask where they are and which room are they in, where are they at home when they picture them selves at home. I don’t have known the meaning when she asked me this question, ‘picture yourself at home and tell me where you are’, and I pictured myself and I was at the very bottom of the garden, the very far end of the garden as far away from the house as possible. so I answered and my mother was sad and of course I felt I had made my mother sad, and she explained about the meaning then and then I felt bad.