‘It’s a life sentence’: Stories from the women of Bessborough mother and baby institution

A couple of years ago, I had tea in a west London flat with a woman who didn’t want me to use her real name. The woman—let’s call her ‘Bridget’–— feared her friends and neighbours finding out about what she was about to tell me, a journalist. Although I assured her I would honour her wishes, I sensed she was nervous, her shoulders curling towards her ears as she opened the door…

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