Six years later, at the age of thirty-four, she found herself in another unfortunate situation with my arrival on the scene. The arrival of a fourth baby must have made life very difficult for my mother at a time when divorce itself carried a huge stigma.
Now she had an illegitimate child on her hands as well. Perhaps this is why I was left in the care of Nanny. Quite simply I was an accident—unplanned and definitely unwanted. My Durham-born Nanny, on the other hand, adored me. Uncle Jimmy may have seen me as a bit of a nuisance, but he was largely indifferent—unless, that is, I got my toddler hands on his precious tobacco tin and emptied the contents down the loo, as was my habit for a time, and then he would get a bit cross. My aunts Jenny and Freda also made a huge fuss of me, as did my numerous other aunties and uncles.
These early years were my best, a time when I was safe, loved and protected. Jenny, Freda and Uncle Jimmy were out at work during the day, so it was just Nanny and me. She was overweight and found it difficult to walk very far. Her thighs were covered in bulging purple veins, while her calves and ankles were swollen with open ulcers.
Walking was painful, and she rocked from side to side with an exaggerated limp. Most of the time Nanny and I stayed at home. I would ride my red tricycle up and down on the balcony that ran the length of our block while Nanny sat in a deckchair and dozed, with a scarf covering her white curls. Every day she tied an apron over her clothes and pottered about dusting and polishing with an old rag.
She cleaned the kitchen window with newspaper and a bottle of vinegar so the room smelled like a fish and chip shop.
I liked to unpick anything woolly, and run the fibres through my fingers. After Jenny and Freda got fed up with finding several of their best jumpers ruined, Nanny had knitted me a drawer full of special multicoloured woollen squares, and these became my picky bits. Nanny would continue the search accompanied by my background wailing until she finally caught a glimpse of pink plastic peeping up from the bottom of the coal bucket or somewhere obscure like that.
She would tell me about growing up in a little village near Durham where the fields were full of schoolbook-eating goats, and elves and fairies too. When I was three and a half, I started going to the local nursery school every morning. Nanny would walk me there, waddling from side to side. There were so many toys to play with, so many things to do. I was in my element—up to my elbows in the sandpit or water-play tank, painting, drawing, gluing, sticking, and making friends.
The true story of a neglected girl betrayed and exploited by the neighbour she trusted. That's a transition I felt deserved to be described, as it's so bloody remarkable. I would have liked to hear a little more about Lisa's marriage and her own family in later years. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Goodreads post 1 1 4 Oct 08, Public Private login e. Group 3 Thursday SI:
The teacher, Mrs Paterson, would stand in front of us doing the actions. Normally Nanny was one of the first to arrive. No matter how awful my offerings, Nanny always lavished praise on my artistic talents before reaching into her pocket and producing a little packet of my favourite Love Hearts sweeties. Gradually the playground cleared of all the other boys and girls until there was only me and Mrs Paterson left. She stood shielding her eyes from the sun as she peered down the empty road.
Come back inside and look at a book until she gets here.
The bright sun streamed in through the window, burning the top of my head. I shuffled over a bit into the shade, but found myself sitting in front of a huge cast-iron radiator which scorched my back through my coat. I was hot and hungry. I shrugged off my yellow plastic raincoat and pulled a book from the shelf in front of me.
Mrs Paterson sat at the other end of the classroom with a paperback in one hand, a sandwich in the other. Her eyes remained firmly on her book and I wondered if she had forgotten about me. After a while the door opened. My heart lifted for a moment, but sank with my spirits when I saw it was only another teacher bringing a cup of tea for Mrs Paterson.
Some girls were playing a skipping game, the rope whacking the ground in regular beats as they sang about apples and pears. There was stinging behind my eyes, and soon the picture book on my lap was speckled with tear drops. I gave a loud sniff and wiped my nose on the sleeve of my jumper. Mrs Paterson turned to me.
The bell rang to start lunchtime lessons. I had been waiting for over an hour but it felt like days. To include a comma in your tag, surround the tag with double quotes.
Four-year-old Lisa's world turned upside down when her step-father moved in. Most of the time he was just violent but then he started making her do things to him she knew were wrong. Lisa begged her mother for help but she just shrugged, telling Lisa he would have his way. Mummy Knew has ratings and reviews. Mischenko said: I don't even know where to start This review may contain loewen-group.com, I have to give.
Skip to content Skip to search. Home This edition , English, Book edition: Check copyright status Cite this Title Mummy knew: Author James, Lisa, Published London: Content Types text Carrier Types online resource volume Physical Description 1 online resource pages p. Subjects James, Lisa, -- Childhood and youth. Adult child sexual abuse victims -- Great Britain -- Biography.
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James, Lisa, Adult child sexual abuse victims. Summary Four-year-old Lisa's world turned upside down when her step-father moved in. Most of the time he was just violent but then he started making her do things she knew were wrong. Soon he was visiting her at night. Lisa begged her mother for help but she just shrugged, telling Lisa he would have his way.
It was the greatest betrayal of all. At first Lisa's step-father would just make her stroke and massage his feet, hitting her if she stopped, but he soon wanted more. By the time she was 12 he was regularly abusing her. One day, when Lisa turned 16, she came home to discover that her mother had swapped bedrooms with her. View online Borrow Buy Freely available Show 0 more links Set up My libraries How do I set up "My libraries"? These 12 locations in All: Open to the public ; Open to the public. Open to the public Held.