It all started at the age of three, my mum noticed that I had some “special abilities”, I was able to count and read things other kids that age found hard, I could even play cards as I had a thing for numbers and remembering them, it all came with a price though because I used to suffer intolerable headaches and imagine things, The pain was unbearable, Especially at that age when any little pain was unbearable.
My mum was concerned about the headaches and I saw my GP who sent me to a specialist, after extensive tests they came to the conclusion that I wasn't behaving mentally as a normal three year old should, they ran some intelligence tests and said I was unusually intelligent for my age and that I need to channel my intelligence by being in a school, however I was too young but the doctors said I could go to a place where other kids, like me, are educated at an early age and have my mind put to work, but the drawback was that my mother would only be able to see me one day a week so she declined, but whether that was the right choice to make was down to her being so close to her Son. This made it difficult and I still wonder what my life would have been like if she would have accepted, But no mother wants to be parted from their son so I don’t blame her.
They then spoke to the local primary school and the headmaster agreed to take me in as a pupil if I was examined and tested again, so again I went through tests and had a medical Examination and at three and a half I started school, a year before I was supposed to, everything was going great and then when I was four and a half I stayed in the same class as the new pupils arrived so I would progress at the same age group.
I continued to pass year for year getting excellent grades and was reading newspapers instead of Mr Men books which my mum was very proud of, I didn't really consider myself Intelligent and everything just seemed natural, apart from the Headaches.
Then when I was 4 years old my grandma died suddenly, I was very close to her, I never got to see her and it hit me hard but I didn't realise it at the time, it was later to become a big impact on my life. After a few months I began to not eat, I wasn't sleeping, I wouldn't go to the toilet and I was imagining that I was swallowing my Adams apple, sounds crazy but I remember it like it was yesterday and it was very real to me, even today I feel my throat when I am anxious or stressed, The Doctor put it down to the death of my Grandma and life continued.
Then one day I was taken into hospital as my GP was concerned, I barely weighed anything and my mum and sister said they could see my internal organs I was that thin, I spent several weeks in hospital regaining my weight until eventually I was allowed home, my mum never left the hospital, she had to remain there because I used to scream the place down if she was not close by, I still remember this clear as a bell, even being strapped to my cot when I was one year old.
Then it was back to school and everything was fine, back with friends etc until I reached the age of six, during that year everything was about to change my life.
There used to be a woodland behind our house, there was a river through it, and there were Horses there. I used to like to walk a lot and often went down to the river and collect frog spawn so I could grow them in the back yard, this day was different though, I was walking down to the river as usual and someone had a gun, It wasn’t uncommon for people to go shooting down the woods.
It was only an air rifle but he pointed it at me and asked me if I wanted a go so I said yes, after all I had never seen a gun let alone fire one but it was a big mistake as he forced me to do stuff to him.
Afterwards I ran home and told my Brother and Sister what happened, At the time I didn't understand as I was too young but I noticed on their face something was wrong, I still remember my Sister whispering to my Mum about what I had said and the atmosphere in the room was as thick as tar.
After long interviews with the Police an
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