So I decided to go looking for some photos of this boy last night. And then I realised - I have none.

I have no photos of myself age about 4 to 16. My grandma had some photos of me as a baby/toddler from before my parents cut her off, but when we left foster care at 16, we left basically with the clothes on our backs. If my foster mother had photos of me (and I don't recall them ever taking any) I'm sure she would have destroyed them by now...

Ivo - I think you are right. To some degree I still see myself through my father's eyes.

Thank you for the reassurance SoccerStar.

I am going to discuss this with my T later today. Hopefully I will gain more insight.
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is whose life is it anyway because livin'
Living is the best revenge
You can play
-- Def Leppard

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