I watched a
programme on the BBC recently which showed The Foundling Hospital, set up in
the eighteenth century, where mothers took or abandoned their babies either
because they were unmarried or just too poor to keep them. It showed rows of
children, girls on one side, all dressed exactly the same, and boys on the
other. They interviewed one man who’d been brought up there and he said the
feeling of being rejected had never left him. All the children used to dream of
their mothers comin...