“It was after my dad’s wedding day. I was 16, and should have been bonding with my new extended family. Instead I got drunk, had a fight at the reception and failed to stop my brother snogging a 50-year-old. Then my new step-brothers watched on the journey home as I was sick out of the mini-bus window, on the seats an on myself. Finally I got back and my mum tried to undress me in the kitchen, but gave up when I started weeing on the kitchen cabinets. Oops.”