James Williamson-Taylor was born on the 25th March 1948, just another post war illegitimate child. Then just 12 weeks into his young life he contracted the infant, life threatening illness, Gastroenteritis, which kept him in hospital for 6 months.

During this time his mother moved her four other children from South to East London. James got better and for whatever reason, his mother consented for him to be adopted by her then boyfriend's brother and his wife. Then with papers freshly signed she just disappeared taking her four other children with her. They were never seen again. It was a tough beginning for any child, let alone for one who had been so ill.


Having endured what he thought was a pretty tough and quite unusual childhood, James then battled through his adult life. There were many things that happened to him some of which had to be kept secret. It is only in the last few years that he has felt comfortable enough with himself that he found the courage to reveal his dark secrets in the form of his first book.

After a fairly turbulent start to life, a poor education and a long-term involvement with a paedophile, I have done well for myself. Attaining success was an up hill struggle, which has enabled me to enjoy life fully with Philip, my partner for almost 18 years. We now spend a lot of time in our old but very comfortable Spanish villa with Misha our 15 year old Cocker Spaniel.

When I decided to sell my business I first went to the island of Guernsey and bought and refurbished an old house. However, like so many other non-Guernsey people I  found the island too small and after two years decided to buy a villa in Spain. Now, thanks to taking up tennis I have met a whole new circle of friends whom have made my life complete.

When asked what prompted me to write about what had obviously been a closely guarded secret for a very long time, my answer is in the hope that talking about my life might just help someone else in a similar situation. It is not easy for early sexuality problems to be dealt with by either the children or their parents. Children have no idea what is happening to them and some parents simply do not see what is going on. Ignorance is not bliss; it is a nightmare.  

With these problems well and truly behind me, I now see life very differently and there is seldom a day that goes by when I don’t think or say, 'aren't we lucky’.


Saddest day:1st November 1976 when my mother passed away.

Bitterest memory: The day my father tried to knife me.

Happiest Day:4th December 1985 when I met Philip.

Self invented motto: ‘Luck is something to possess, not to push’.


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