Diary
M.J. Hyland: A memoir, 6 May 2004
“... on the floor – and pulled the sheets back from my mother’s legs. ‘I see what you mean, Mr Hyland,’ the doctor said. He gave his card to my mother, stood up and left. ‘Didn’t I tell you!’ my father said. I began to steal and I stopped doing well at school. I started to learn not to care. Most of my daydreams were adoption fantasies: fantasies ... ”