Growing up, my bff was my sister. We did everything together, from playing with the same toys, to reading the same books and eating the same food. We even had the same friends in school. I have never felt that I needed anyone else in my life other than May.
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‘I was eight when my brother started coming into my room’
‘I was eight when my brother started coming into my room’
M y brother Johnny had just been paroled from the Georgia state prison system when I found my birth family. When the train taking me to the reunion pulled into the Savannah station, Johnny was waiting on the platform with my sister Belinda and my brother Mike. Already in tears, I went for my sister first, and then Mike, while Johnny stood quietly and waited his turn to hug me. His eyes were my eyes, his lips were my lips. He had a dimple on one cheek that appeared when he smiled, just like me.
My twin brother is now my twin sister - and she's prettier than most girls I know
He always did. He told me that if I ever told anyone we would both go to prison. It went on for about three years, until shortly after my dad died. I carried self-loathing, humiliation, fear and shame.
It has never happened before because, until six months ago, Adam refused to accept that his brother was actually his sister. The non-identical twins were close growing up in Bridgend, South Wales, with mum Bev, now 58, dad Phil, 51, and sisters Clare, 38, and Michelle, School bullies used to call Jamie gay — he was very feminine. I assumed he was gay. When Jamie reached 12 she started fancying straight boys and everyone thought she was homosexual.