Mummy went away today, and said she’s never coming back. She swore at Grandma and Granddad, and put all of her clothes in boxes and bin bags. But granddad didn’t stop her, he put a trailer on his car for everything to go in, and told her that when she gets to hull she isn’t allowed to come back until she’s got clean.
I don’t want Mummy to go, she looks tired and sleepy, her eyes are really big, she should be in bed. And why cant she get clean at home? We have a shower and a bath. She can borrow my football soap I got for my birthday too.
But Granddad isn’t letting her, and he said I could go with him to take Mummy to a new house. He said everyone there is like her, I think they must all be really dirty too, and the people there help everybody. But I don’t want to go away, I pretended to be asleep last night so I didn’t have to go for a bath, what if the people there think I’m dirty and I can’t come home too.
A set of diary entries that have been written for a Drink and Drugs awareness campaign about an individuals experience as a child, and throughout growing up with a mother with a heavy drug problem.