Battling for justice for the rape of your child

'I will never recover. I don’t know happiness anymore, what it’s like to be excited. It’s all just anger. It’s like a cancer which has grown roots right through me. I can’t cry anymore. I shout and a noise comes out of my mouth that I don’t recognise.'

Jane* has few photographs up in her home anymore. There was a time when her house was full of them. But, now, they would be a constant reminder of the “before and after”.

The “before” was the normal, happy, innocent world of children, smiling and messing; a time of good memories and a lifetime ahead of more.