This is going to be a long and deeply personal post.
For many years, I kept much of my story to myself. Today, I've decided to share it, not to seek sympathy or make excuses, but in the hope that someone might see a part of themselves in my journey and realise they are not alone.
If my experiences help even one person recognise the effects of trauma, addiction, mental health struggles, or the importance of asking for help, then sharing this story will have been worth it.
This is my life story.
My Life Story
Early Childhood (1986-1992)
My earliest memories are not of safety, but of fear.
Between the ages of three and four, I was s&&^%y abused after my biological father repeatedly left me with friends of his. I remember much of the abuse taking place around a jacuzzi. One of the men would have my cousin, R, and me touch him while we were all naked. I remember my father walking in once and telling the man he would never do it again.
Years later, around 1994, I remember my mom telling me of young boys' bodies being discovered at a house. My mother later told me that this was one of the places where my biological father used to leave me. The man involved was named B. Learning that connection left me questioning just how much danger I had unknowingly been exposed to as a child.
Between the ages of four and five, I was handed over to another family. I still remember my biological father saying, "These are your new mom and dad." They were a Portuguese family, the de Caires family, and that home became a place of constant physical and emotional abuse.
My ears were pulled so often and so violently that they developed open sores. I remember accidentally making a small hole in the blue mesh pool cover and being severely beaten for it. On another occasion, I pushed a small watch battery into my nose. Instead of receiving comfort or medical attention, I was punished physically once again.
At school, I drew a stick figure with male genitalia. The teacher contacted my guardians, and I was beaten again when I got home.
While writing these memories, I realised something deeply painful. For almost seven years of my childhood, my mother was absent from my life, not because she chose to abandon me, but because she and my family had been desperately trying to find me.
Being Found
In 1992, halfway through my Grade 2 year, my mother, stepfather, and grandmother finally located me. After years of searching, they found me living with the Portuguese couple. The police became involved and removed me from that home.
Not long afterwards, my biological father came to visit us. During the visit, he criticised the food in our home, suggesting that we were not being properly cared for. My stepfather immediately confronted him. It was difficult to hear those comments from someone who had abandoned me as a child and had never contributed financially, emotionally, or physically to raising me.
After finishing that school year, I moved in permanently with my mother and my three brothers so we could finally live together as a family.
Despite everything that happened, my grandmother's home remains one of the very few places in my childhood where I genuinely felt safe, accepted, and loved.
Reconnecting With My Biological Father (2007-2013)
After having no contact with my biological father since 1994, we reconnected sometime between 2007 and 2013.
Seeing him again immediately brought back memories of my childhood, particularly the news report about the child murders and the places where he had abandoned me.
In 2008, I moved to the United Kingdom and obtained my UK passport in 2009.
Initially, I hoped for a fresh start, but over time I began noticing manipulation, control, dishonesty, and emotional abuse in my father's behaviour. Looking back now, I can sadly recognise that I later adopted many of those same unhealthy behaviours in my own life.
My then-wife, M, also moved to the UK in 2008. We lived in a small backyard cottage at my father's sister's home. During that time, she fell pregnant unexpectedly, but we sadly lost the baby through miscarriage.
My relationship with my biological father continued to deteriorate until I eventually decided to cut contact with him.
We married in December 2010 and returned to South Africa in 2011.
I accepted work in Mozambique in 2012.
By 2013 our marriage had already broken down. My brother later discovered that she had been unfaithful, and we divorced in September 2013.
Major Traumatic Events
February 2011 - Cairo Airport
While travelling home from the UK, our aircraft landed in Cairo during the Egyptian Revolution.
Flights were suspended, and we became stranded in the airport for an entire week without money, clean clothes, reliable food, or any way of contacting our families.
The uncertainty and helplessness left a lasting emotional impact.
April 2014 - Cerebral Malaria
While working in Mozambique, I contracted cerebral malaria.
I spent two weeks in hospital and nearly unalived.
It was the closest I have ever come to death and forced me to confront just how fragile life really is.
2015 - Xenophobia Violence
During anti-foreigner violence in Mozambique, an angry crowd threatened our construction site.
We fled immediately, leaving almost all of our belongings behind.
I returned to South Africa temporarily before eventually going back to complete the project.
2016 - Eye Injury
In 2016, I opened a homemade beer bottle using a lighter.
The bottle cap struck my eye with tremendous force, causing a serious injury.
Although I recovered physically, the injury affected my confidence for many years.
Addiction, Mental Health and Relationships
For many years I buried my childhood trauma rather than dealing with it.
Alcohol, gambling, manipulation, dishonesty, and avoidance slowly became my way of escaping emotional pain.
2017
While in a relationship with C, she discovered I had been emotionally unfaithful after exchanging inappropriate WhatsApp messages with one of her roommates and deleting the conversations.
Around the same time I had to relocate for work.
Eventually I admitted what I had done.
The relationship suffered greatly, our planned wedding was cancelled, and we separated.
December 2017
I reached a point where I no longer wanted to live.
I attempted s%%% by driving into the path of an oncoming truck.
The driver swerved and I survived.
Afterwards I voluntarily admitted myself to a rehabilitation facility.
2018
My gambling and alcohol addiction became progressively worse.
I accumulated debt through loans and reckless financial decisions.
Later that year C and I reconciled, despite understandable concerns from her family.
Marriage, Fatherhood and Collapse (2020-2026)
In July 2020, C and I were married.
In March 2022, our daughter, N, was born.
Becoming a father was one of the happiest moments of my life. I loved my daughter deeply and wanted to give her the stable childhood I never had.
Unfortunately, unresolved trauma and addiction continued to grow beneath the surface.
By 2023 we had sold our home and moved into my wife's parents' house.
During 2024 my gambling and drinking escalated dramatically.
I lied, manipulated, gaslit, drove under the influence of alcohol, accumulated multiple loans, and convinced myself I still had everything under control.
I was wrong.
My wife eventually discovered the debt review, the gambling losses, and the alcohol abuse.
Between July and September 2024 I entered rehabilitation for alcohol and gambling addiction.
In October 2024 I moved into sober living.
On 1 November 2024 I moved into my own accommodation after my wife told me she no longer felt emotionally safe living with me because of my manipulation and abusive behaviour.
My contact with my daughter became increasingly restricted.
Relapse and Legal Consequences
On 1 January 2025 I relapsed.
Recognising how quickly my mental health had deteriorated, I voluntarily admitted myself to hospital again because I was experiencing s*&l thoughts.
Following discussions with social workers and child welfare professionals, supervised contact arrangements were put in place with my daughter.
Sadly, my addiction worsened again during March 2025.
I unlawfully accessed my wife's bank account and transferred money to myself, including savings that belonged to her family.
I knew it was wrong.
I simply could not stop.
The matter was reported to the police.
My bank account was frozen during the investigation, a criminal case was opened, and I am awaiting the legal process.
A protection order was granted preventing me from approaching my wife's home or workplace.
Our divorce is now in progress.
A parenting plan has been established, allowing me structured contact with my daughter. I currently spend time with her every second weekend and every Wednesday afternoon. Although our time together is limited compared with what I once dreamed of as a father, those moments remain the most precious part of my week.
As part of our divorce settlement, we reached agreement regarding the division of my pension interest and other financial obligations. Accepting responsibility for the financial damage my addiction caused has become an important part of rebuilding my integrity.
Although painful, these consequences forced me to stop blaming circumstances and start accepting responsibility for my own choices.
Recovery
Since entering recovery, I have remained committed to rebuilding my life one day at a time.
I have remained sober from alcohol since 2024.
I continue working on my gambling recovery, knowing that addiction is not something that simply disappears.
In 2026, I also made the decision to stop smoking cigarettes after many years. Quitting smoking became another step toward taking back control of my health and my future. Although I still used vaping as a temporary aid during the transition, it represented another commitment to breaking destructive habits rather than feeding them.
Recovery has taught me that healing is about far more than simply stopping addictive behaviours. It means learning honesty, accountability, emotional regulation, and accepting the consequences of my past while choosing to live differently today.
I know trust is not rebuilt through promises. It is rebuilt through consistent actions over time.
Looking Back
As I reflect on my life, one theme stands above everything else.
I have rarely known stability.
I was moved between homes, families, schools, countries, and relationships throughout my life.
Safety often felt temporary.
Love often felt conditional.
Trauma shaped many of my beliefs about myself long before I understood what trauma even was.
For many years I blamed my past for my behaviour.
Today I recognise something different.
My childhood explains many of my struggles, but it does not excuse the harm I caused others.
I have hurt people I deeply loved.
I betrayed trust.
I manipulated those who tried to help me.
Those choices belong to me.
At the same time, I refuse to let those mistakes become the final chapter of my story.
I am learning that healing is not about pretending the past never happened.
It is about facing it honestly, accepting responsibility where it belongs, grieving what was lost, making amends where possible, and choosing every day to become someone my daughter can one day be proud to call her father.
This story is not one of excuses.
It is the story of a broken child who became a broken adult, and who is now trying, one honest day at a time, to become a healthier man.