MUM
EIRA PETERSON

My one fear in life is that of losing my Mum while I'm inside. At times I actually feel that's how it will end up. The very thought of not being there for her when she slips away sends my blood cold. It rips me up inside. It's totally unnecessary. I should be free now!

My life is just being sucked away by vindictive bastards. They've even denied me open visits with my Mum for SIX YEARS. She has to see me through the bars in this zoo. No mother deserves that (unless you're Brady or Huntley or the likes!) What the fuck have I ever done to warrant not being allowed in the same room with my Mother on a visit? And what has she ever done to deserve this humiliation? It has gone on so long that now it's "normal". Everything in my life - my world - is now seen as normal. And if I don't accept it I'll just be moved to another dungeon and have less than I have now. That's how it works in prison.

For myself, I don't give a flying fuck, but it can't be right for a 76 year old lady to be treated with such disrespect, can it?

It's really why I don't see her so much now days, 'cos the visits upset me. I don't want to keep seeing her through bars! It's just senseless, pathetic red-tape! Rules of the High Secure Unit!

But they'll never break my Mum's spirit. She's from the era of the Blitz! If the Germans couldn't beat her then the prisons have no chance!! Mums of that generation are a special breed. I'm so proud of her, I really am.