I’m mixed race. I was brought up by my grandmother but she had a stroke whn I ws 8 so I never finished school as I became her main career. She died when I was 16. I wnt 2 liv wth my mother and Pakistani stepfather.my mum had a bad marriage and because he wasn’t my father she would tell me thing’s I shouldn’t never had been told. She turned me against him and mine and his relationship became so bad I tried killing my self twice before I was 19teen. Im now 39. We had businesses and I worked my so hard but in that 8 years he paid no tax on me. He nearly got me to Pakistan to marry me off. At the time I had met this Asian man and had told him everything about how I was treated in that house. He came across as a Prince charming at the time and he was from a stricked Muslim family but little did I know at the time he had been disowned because he had divorced his father’s nice but if he could marry me because from the outside my family looked like we was perfect but far from that. Somehow he convinced me to marry him and he would change my life. But my stepfather went mad when he discovered this relationship he disowned me,but my future husbands family agreed to have me so him and his father made up,but I became pregnant before we got married. This was a nightmare because I’d always dreamed of always having my mother in my life if I ever had my first child. So here I was pregnant my family had disowned me I didn’t know nothing much about my Asian roots because my stepfather never raised his four boys like that because he had married my mother who was White,I was trapped he begged me to have a abortion but I was not going to do that I felt as this baby was the only peace of me I had. Cut a story short we got married his family was awful to me I wasn’t allowed to speak of my mother or brothers I had to dress what I was told to dress,I had never felt so alone,my baby was born I had a little boy and when I and my husband decided on a name my mother in law brought the Iman from the mosque to the hospital they where shouting at me because they said it was a Jewish name I had to ring the bell to get the nurse to get them out of there it was so distressing for me as I was in pain with having a c section. He was three months old and he took me to Dubai and they took care of my child I wasn’t happy about this but I went. We argued right throughout the time there,I got back and only to find out they had circumcised my baby with out me being there. And what I’ve left out is as soon as we got married he became abusive he would beat me it was like I was in my mother’s marriage it was just like it but worse as I had his family helping him to bully me,by the time my son was one I wasn’t coping at all I was about 6 stone and I had no friends or family I’d lost my confidence and I started to drink on the side. I had watched my mother downing this so that’s where I’d got the idea from. With his beatings not allowed to speak of my family and my small body frame I had a nervous brake down. In this time he and his family had gone through the courts and because I had been diagnosed with mental health problems from my past because of nursing my grandmother at a young age and the abuse I had suffered at my stepfather hands the courts gave him custody until I got better but then he and his family went and enrolled my son in a private school. I never got better I actually just exists,my son is 15 this week I’ve never give up on my son. He only e-mail me he hasbeen told horrible stories about me . I really don’t know what to do with my self. I’ve suffered for the last 5 year,I haven’t been able to get out of the house. I don’t see a way out. What I’ve told you is a small version of the story, I have lived on the streets I’ve been in places you wouldn’t leave your animals. I’ve never recovered after my son was took from me. I need your help. Thank you