None

As a child I knew Malcolm, who was then a young man, since Dad often invited him home for meals. He was one of the 'lost children' forgotten or abandoned by their families. We followed Malcolm's story from childhood to adulthood as best we could even after he was eventually discharged back into the community. When considering the tragedy and abuse of Malcolm's wasted earlier years, it is a story of immeasurable sadness. Yet he ultimately rose above it all, and with admirable strength, courage and innate resilience, was finally able to 'free the regular boy within' as he had always wanted.This is Malcolm's story as I believe it unfoldedI was raised within the community of Seacliff village during the 1950s, with each of our family members working in the hospital at some time or another. We sometimes shared our primary school with young patients from the hospital. On turning fifteen we often worked up the hill, helping in the canteen, laundry, wards or occupational therapy. From a young age we absorbed the stories, and it was difficult to know where fiction ended and the greater truth took over.To separate the truths from the almost-truths at this stage would be an impossible task as many of those concerned have died. Therefore I have blended together various stories in this narrative as representative of our family and friends' combined belief of what most probably did happen. Wherever possible, I have used correct dates, names and places. Where there is doubt I have changed names and details for the protection of those still living.This is Malcolm's story.