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 Though writing under the pen name of Patricia Woods my name is Christine Haywood and I now live in the City of York, England. Born in Doncaster, South Yorkshire on 27th January 1955 my childhood was a good one I travelled exstensivly with my parents as my father was a member of the British Armed Forces. From an early age my interest in anything creative was in the extreme. Writing, drawing, painting and music anything to do with the arts, I enjoyed drama immensly both on stage and working on the production side of things. At the age of fourteen my life changed I was Gang Raped and from then on for thirty six years my life was nothing but trauma after trauma I lost myself and lived as someone I did not know. Now after all those years I have faced the mirror and in doing so have found myself once again along with my previous need to create. I have published one book so far, though self published I felt the need for my story to be told as an insperation to others and also to open up the eyes of everyone out there who refuse to accept that victims exist. You can read extracts from this book on this site or visit my other site at patriciawoods.co.uk. I am now fifty two years of age and my writing though fiction does tell a story, abuse of all kinds in reality feature strongly in my storylines as I am attempting to make people more aware, or make them wear my shoes for a mile so they can become in tune with the real world and leave the safety of the little boxes in which they live. We all share the same world and we all need to see the truth because only then can we make this a better place for our children and our children's children. We each know someone who is abused or abusing in one way or another figures and statistics tell us that but only a few of us will admit it, see it and believe it.
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- Article printed in 8th March 2007 edition of CHAT magazine.
- Live appearence on THIS MORNING television on the 29th March 200.
Appreared with Jeremy Kyle on a one-one interview in June 2007. - Article in PRIMA magazine June addition due on sale in May 2007.
I wish to thank PRIMA and the photographer Ian Hootan for allowing me use photographs taken for this feature. - Interview with SUNDAY MAGAZINE for NEWS OF THE WORLD print date not know but will be after MAY 18th 2007
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MY NEWS:
As you can see I have been very busy out there but not busy enough. My ambition is to help as many as I can through my writing giving talks, etc. I am also in the process of setting up a website for victims of abuse, the most important part of which the forum is now working. The idea is for anyone to be able to talk to other people victims like they are, everyone believes themselves alone I hope this site will show them that they are not, the can talk to people and it does help. You can never not be the victim but you can learn that it does not have to rule you and you can carry on and live a wonderful life.
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: YORK
State/Country: NORTH YORKSHIRE
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
 PRESS RELEASE
Thoughts. Memories, Consequence
By Patricia Woods
Author Patricia Woods offers the story of a broken woman’s emotional journey towards healing and wholeness in her new book. Thoughts, Memories, Consequence. It is a unique, disturbing yet uplifting memoir of one individual who uses multiple personalities to make sense of deep psychological trauma.
Everything takes place in Chrissie’s head. After years of physical, mental and sexual abuse in her childhood and beyond Chrissie believes she has dealt with the pain and put it behind her. When a court case and the subsequent incarceration of someone in her life reopens her wounds, Chrissie realises that she has along way to go in her healing journey. Her desperate pleas for help are answered in a dream by an imaginary Actor, Kris Drew.
Chrissie’s mind separates into different characters; in addition to Kris, there is Trisha Woods, Chris and Christine. Together they travel from set to set within Chrissie’s mind, re-enacting the pain from her past and her process of recovery.
As Kris helps the fragments of Chrissie’s fragile psyche move forward, an intimate relationship develops between him and Trisha. As she lets him in and begins to trust him, Trisha finds the lines between comfort and love blurring. Though they know the relationship will end badly when Trisha is finally reunited with Chrissie’s other alter egos, they begin a love affair.
Thoughts, Memories, consequence doubles as a psychological drama and a personal story based on actual events in Woods life. The pages as you turn them make you look at the effects on the mind of victims in reality and how one person dealt with it. Woods says “These are the true facts”.
She hopes to convey the message that sometimes the effective methods of recovery are the most unorthodox. “Memories can’t hurt you, they are just storage in our minds,” she says. “It’s how we deal with them that really matters, and if you find a way to deal with them no matter how crazy it seems, if it works without harming you or anyone else, go with it”.
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.jpg) Prologue
The boy sat in the cold damp dirt of the earth, shivering not from the cold but from fright, from the fear of the explosions going on around him, the shots from the ships in the bay, the horror showing in his eyes as he looked upon his home, nothing now but a smouldering pile of ashes after it hit. A shot from the ships, the same shot that was now slowly draining the lifeblood from his Mother.
“RUN Johnny RUN, leave me! They will take you.” She begged her strength quickly leaving her.
“I can't leave you.” The boy clung to her for his life, his tears joining the red liquid the blood of the woman lying at his side. He had no one else, he was alone in this terrifying moment and she'd always looked after him, always. Everyone around them too busy looking to their own safety, their own lives. They had appeared so suddenly, the dark ships that brought the pirates, the destruction now around him, surrounding him.
“Johnny, do as I say, RUN NOW!”
He couldn’t miss the horror that had entered her pained eyes. He felt the hand so suddenly on his shoulder; startled he turned to face what she had seen. His terrified hazel eyes carried him from the dark black boots, upward, the skirts, the sword, the dagger then the pistol at the belt, the bodice, and then to the face, flanked to the shoulders by the fairest of hair. The girl stood before him, a little older but a pirate all the same, yet the face the bluest of eyes showed something strange for a pirate, something he did not expect, a kindness and a sorrow. Not taking the deep pools of the blue from him for a moment, she slowly removed the pistol from its home on her belt. His heart began to pound within him. He truly believed he was going to die as the fear overwhelmed him and the darkness began to close in.
“Please, let him live, he's only a child, he can do you no harm.” His Mother pleaded with all the strength she had left within her. “He has no-one, I'll not live through this, I’ll not beat this, please.” She begged now, bringing him back quickly from the grey fog which had engulfed him.
“That is not all you won't beat, they will take you dying or not you're a woman. They've been long at sea you'll not die in peace missy believe that. I know of what I speak,” the pirate said as she handed the pistol to the boy. “One shot that is all you have, your choice little one.” As she turned away her blade now in her hand, the hilt glinting in the sun and left the little one with his Mother as quickly and quietly as she had appeared.
“One shot Johnny.”
He turned once again to face the dying woman in front of him.
“Use it wisely son.”
He couldn't miss the pleading in her voice as young as he was he had heard, heard the stories of what pirates did, what they took, they cared for nothing and no-one he knew she was right. He looked deep into the pained slow dying eyes of his Mother............
She stood the crimson red of blood on her blade now, her eyes showing no pity no remorse for the deaths she had caused this day, showing her true heritage the heritage of a pirate, the blood of her Father the feared Morgan Haywood. The one who was blind to her worth, did not believe her to be a pirate. She would show him, prove to him a daughter could be a pirate as good as any other, if not better. Prove her right to succession as Commodore of his fleet as she remembered the final words spoken by her Mother.
“You have something most pirates don't have, there is only one thing worse than a pirate and that is a pirate who is also a woman, never forget that, use it, use it well.”
Her thoughts jolted to the present by the close sound of shot. “I know that sound, that shot, what was your choice little one?” She turned and slowly walked toward the sound she had just heard.............
She looked into the pained tear filled eyes of a boy who had just proven the strength of his love for the most precious woman in his life, his Mother.
“Good choice you gave her peace little one.”
He found himself once again looking straight into the blue eyes now before him.
“What do I do now?”
“Your Mother, she said you have no-one where is your Father?”
“I do not know my Father she barely spoke of him.” He replied. “He was a pirate she feared him.” He raised his arm slowly and wiped the wetness from his face with the coarse material of his shirtsleeve, revealing the swollen redness surrounding his eyes, the pistol weighing too heavily in his hand.
Taking it and releasing it from his firm grip she placed it back into its rightful position at her side.
“There are not many who do not fear pirates and with good cause, I know not of a good one and truly believe I never will.”
“I think I know one who could be,” as his eyes looked to the girl before him.
“No a pirate is a pirate. There can be no such thing as a good pirate. What is your name little one?”
“Johnny, Johnny Blake.”
“Well Master Blake, it seems I am left with no choice. I either run you through and you join your Mother, or you come with me fight another day when you're ready, till then watch learn and listen.”
“If I am to come with you who are you? Who will teach me?”
“Me, I'm Chrissie Haywood the daughter and only child of Morgan Haywood and I will teach you Johnny, your day will come I swear it, you have my word on this as a pirate.”
Johnny not knowing what lay ahead hesitantly took the hand of Chrissie Haywood, the hand that not understanding why, he already knew he could trust and always would. Then slowly he released the lifeless body from his lap placing the head gently on the damp earth.
“We can do nothing for her now she is gone. We must leave her come now.” She pulled the boy with her as she quickly turned. Together they ran through the burning embers of what was his home, the town that no longer existed, sacked, pillaged, the screams and terror of the townsfolk ringing in their ears. To the bay, to the ship, the dark looking ship, where he was to grow watching, learning and listening at the side of this pirate who had come into his life in the strangest of ways to protect him, teach him. Until his day, the day of his vengeance, the day Morgan Haywood would pay with his life for the death of his Mother.
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