"I can remember the social worker arriving with my care records - she carried one old battered brown box. That was all I was worth. That box was my life story of residential care, with sixteen years of my life inside.

"She told me not to worry - 'there's not a lot in there' - but I wanted to talk to her. Because this total stranger knew more about my life than I did. She had read my story before I had, and decided what I could or could not see. These were my puzzle pieces of how and why I had become a child in care.

"I opened my box and looked inside. I can still feel the pain and disappointment. My records were not even in date order, with whole years of my life missing and no medical records. There were so many blank pages with nothing on, and so much information redacted.

"The whole process must have more compassion and care. I want organisations to see this is more than data, files and words on a page - this is real people's lives and stories.”