I was raised in the City of Leicester, in an area where multi culture thrived. I played and grew up along side kids of all cultures and we celebrated Christmas, Ede and Diwali at school. Not once did a racist thought go through my mind or exit my mouth. I was blind to the colour of anyone's skin. Racism was something that was around in the 60s and had long been extinct. In my mind, my chances in life where no higher than anyone else's.
I didn't know I was being emotionally abused until it was too late. Sounds ridiculous to say I didn't know someone was treating me badly, but that's where emotionally abusers are clever. It's a gradual, brain washing process that you don't even see happening.