Trapped in a silent hell
He always wanted to cuddle and tickle me on the sofa
With a grin, my mum’s new boyfriend Scott, then 34, handed me a bag full of gummy bears.
‘Thank you!’ I said, using my hands to sign the words.
I’d been born deaf, but now aged 10, I was an expert at sign language.
‘I’ll learn,’ Scott mouthed, patting me on the head.
It was February 2011 and my mum seemed smitten with Scott.
She’d just brought him home for the first time and introduced him
