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Every crisis I’d had, from adolescence to adulthood, had been of my own making,' said Erwin James. All my life I had been a liar, a thief and a cheat. Now I had to face the rest of my life as a convicted murderer, among the other category- A prisoners at Wakefield – serial killers and torturers, child abductors and notorious rapists. Each wing had its own dedicated psychologist.

All women, whose offices were converted cells. Mine told me her name was Joan and asked me how I would like to be addressed. I had never spoken to any kind of mental or emotional health professional before so had no idea what to expect. I tried to anticipate her first question; tried to figure out a strategy with which to keep control.‘So,’ she said, easing back slightly on her chair, ‘how are you settling in?’The gentleness in her voice was a surprise, as was the hint of a sympathetic smile on her face when she looked at me. It felt good to be in the company of a woman again, even one whose job was to assess my dangerousness. Her manner gave me the impression that she was kind and considerate – everything I and the hard prison environment were not.‘I’m fine,’ I said – my usual response whenever I was asked – and then I started talking. I told her that I thought the food was OK and went on about the prison generally. ‘The only real downside so far is the work I have to do.’ Joan Branton, the psychologist who helped Erwin change his life. Her manner gave me the impression that she was kind and considerate – everything I and the hard prison environment were not,' said Erwin. I hadn’t realised that I’d been wittering on so much I’d barely given her a chance to say anything.‘What’s the job they’ve given you?’ she said eventually. When I told her I was in the so- called ‘engineering fabrication’ workshop, where I spent four hours a day filing down bits of metal and filling little boxes with the filings for, as far as I could tell, no discernible reason, she shook her head in mock puzzlement. I didn’t want her to think I was complaining.

I really didn’t mind the job. ‘At least I’m out of the cell for a good part of the day.’She nodded. There are better jobs in the prison once people get to know you.

You might want to keep your eye out for a job in the Braille unit.’I had no idea what a Braille unit was, but didn’t want to appear ignorant so nodded back. Though I didn’t know it then, being able to speak to her was going to be the key to finding a way to live again.* * * * *I was on my sixth visit to Joan’s office when I let down my defences for the first time. Joan said that nobody was born bad. Whatever a person might have done to end up in prison, that did not define everything about them. I had behaved as badly towards others as it was possible to, yet I had to hang on to the idea that I wasn’t inherently a bad person. For all my failings, I never went out wilfully looking to harm anyone.‘We’re all much more than the sum of the result of our actions,’ she said. ‘Even though you are here, you still have important choices to make and my job is to try to help you make the right ones.

But before you can do that you need to understand your past and the path that led you here. And I have to understand it, too.

We can only achieve that by talking.’I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know how I had become what I had become. Joan’s nonjudgmental tone gave me hope.

She made me feel safe and – despite all I had done – she made me feel that I might have some value.‘So,’ she said, ‘tell me, when do you remember being happy?’I took a deep breath. It wasn’t a question I had anticipated. Happy? That was a tough one. We sat in silence, me staring at my knees as my mind rummaged for a happy memory.

All I could find was misery, strife and pain. Erwin aged six, a rare childhood photo. Being shuttled from pillar to post and then subjected to violence without solace or comfort was bound to have a detrimental effect on your development,’ Joan explained. There were recollections aplenty of drunken revelry, almost all of which ended painfully, for me and others – but a jolly picnic with friends or loved ones? I couldn’t recall any of those. A family celebration – a wedding? A birthday? I couldn’t remember a single one.

Suddenly I remembered a moment of joy. I lifted my head and looked at Joan’s face. Her eyes opened wide in anticipation. ‘Watching my first daughter being born,’ I spluttered. That was a lovely moment; beautiful, exquisite.’ It was only going to be a matter of time before I failed them both completely and I knew it even then. But for those few minutes, when that vulnerable little thing took her first breath of life, I think I was happy.

I was just as happy when my second daughter was born. Now, sitting quietly in Joan’s office, I thought about the disadvantages I had saddled these two new people with. Neither had chosen the life they had been born into. I was just glad that, thanks to their mothers, both had been blessed with lives that hopefully would be much better than mine. Eventually I asked Joan if we could talk about something else.‘Take your time,’ she said. Do you want to tell me about when you were a child?’* * * * *For the best part of my second year at Wakefield, my conversations with Joan involved me reliving my childhood over and over while she offered some tentative interpretations of my ‘drivers’ and ‘triggers’; the factors which pre- empted my deviant and criminal behaviour. Her assertions that much of what had happened to me when I was young had not been my fault were bittersweet assurances.