You Can’t Hurt Me
To call myself a writer and know that there is a book out there with my name on it is never anything I could have imagined earlier in my life. If someone had told me then that I would have a book published, I would have laughed at them. As a child just getting through the day was tough enough for me. The obstacles and minefields I had to negotiate made learning at school something of a non-starter. Listening and taking in what is happening all round you still happened to me, but not inside the four walls of any school I might have spent the odd few hours in on my way up to adulthood. Early on my young life was just a screenshot of lies and deceit perpetrated by those who were supposed to be in the role of caring for me. My mother, step-father and social worker were inept in every conceivable manner. For me out of sight was truly out of mind. I was branded ‘troubled’ at school, or a ‘problem child’ as they used to then call us. My class position was to be at the back, with the other problem children.
Sport became my thing, and I excelled at it. Anything from football, running, cricket and boxing. I would never be spelling my way to the top, but I could run, and by the time I was twelve there were few who could even compete with my speed, let alone beat me. I was one of the top youth runners in the south of England. When my mother told me I was useless, she was actually issuing me with a challenge. I won county and inter-county honours for Surrey and even ran for a young England side twice on tour in the south of France, finishing in the top three in both races.
My movement towards the hallowed status of writer took another turn when I became a father at 21, far too young, but I soon became dedicated to my son who went on to achieve at the top level in sport and business. We shared all the wonderful experiences that life could throw at us, and our memories together soon began the healing from what I had experienced as a boy when I was his age.
I began writing in 2007 when my son moved to the USA to pursue his career in MotoCross, and focused on my memoirs to help me with the loss. This became my first book, ‘You Can’t Hurt Me,’ which is now available on Amazon as an eBook and will shortly be available in paperback. I still struggle with spelling, but my iPhone has been a great help in that area as anyone who has one will understand. I write how I talk, from the heart, allowing my life experiences to mould my style.
I have had help with putting my book together from a friend I met at my running club back in the 1990s, who has helped me get my book published. As you will find out if you get to read my story, probably the best thing of all about it is that my recollections and revelations about the abuse I suffered at the hands of a serial child abuser meant that in May 2021 this man was found guilty of 31 offences against others like me, and is now in Belmarsh prison where he will spend the rest of his years, no longer a threat to children.
I hope you get the chance to read my story, and thank you for reading this.
Paul Stevens
June 2021
Linda Clatworthy says
Read this book and it was amazing. You truly are an inspiration. I knew Nigel and I can tell you how happy I am that this man is going to prison. I’m so happy you are rebuilding your life. Good luck to you.
Paul Stevens says
Thanks Linda. Was lovely to read your comments and I appreciate your time in making them. We’re moving closer now to the sentencing date and from that moment on all of us can begin rebuilding our lives.
Cindy Smith says
‘You Can’t Hurt Me’ is an amazing account of life in south London, Paulie. I lived in north London in the 1950s and my life was very similar, but nowhere near as horrific as yours. You are an inspiration and a wonderfully talented man. You were always likely to become the person you aspired to be. Well done Paul, you are truly gifted and your first book is a Ripper read.
All my best to you,
Cindy xxx
Cindy Smith says
PS. I am looking forward to the sequel and third book covering the trial, Paul. Although l now live in Australia, l know how the justice system in England operates. Like here, it always seems to give the perpetrator the benefit of the doubt and any sentence, if found guilty, is almost always ludicrously lenient for heinous crimes. I just hope you all get the justice you all richly deserve on 6th September. xxx
CINDY SMITH says
Please come and see me when you come back to Australia, Paulie.
I have no other way now to get in touch with you luv. It would make me so happy to see you. I just need to know how you are, and if you are happy. I will think of you every day until then. xxx
Cindy Smith says
Hi Paul, l hope u get to read this msg. Ive been hoping to see the sequel to your 1st book but cannot find it at all. I thought it was due to be available in 2021. I hope u have a publisher because i know what a ripper read it is and an amazing climax to your 1st book, You Cant Hurt Me. As u know i was able to read the first few chapters. Paul you are an amazing man and author , your story is a roller coaster account of a life begun in squalor and physical and sexual abuse to a height of unblievable achievments. In sport, boxing and becoming a fully qualified buider. I will always consider myself so grateful to have met you and know you as a great friend and a lovely man. IWALY Cindy xxc
Cindy Smith says
Hi Cindy –
The book is available now on Amazon – odd that you wrote this the day before it was put there – you can look it up by its name :
‘beyond the hurt’ by paul stevens
Thanks Cindy.
If you go to http://www.zitebooks.com website you can see details of the podcast that’s available at 6pm CET on Thursday (tomorrow).
Cindy Smith says
Thats fantastic news , thank u for info. Cindy
Cindy Smith says
Hi Paul , lve read the sequel to your lst book “You cant hurt me,” and it was an amazing and truely wonderful climax to your story. I truly hope that now its all over, and that disgusting monster, now rots in jail , u can find happiness for the rest of your life. I wish u all the love and happiness in the world now and forever. Xxc