Not in UK but twice in Ireland - suppose it is pretty similar though.
When I was a kid my Dad was inside for a while and I visited him and I remember how bad it seemed and how bad it was for my Mam and thought I would never do anything to end up there.
But things change and when I was 19/20 I got 6 months in St Pats (Young Offenders prison in Dublin - now closed) few years later. That was tough enough but was a young lad and just got on with it. I knew a couple of lads in there and it probably made me worse really as I got to spend time with lads worse than me. I did some training in there but just what I had to do to get through and got out.
I kept my head down for a bit but started getting into bits of trouble again and eventually ended up getting a 3 year sentence - this time in Mountjoy (what a name for a prison) - the same place where my Dad had been when I was a kid so sort of a family tradition. It was strange being there on the other side of the bars after being there as a visitor before with my Dad and Mam visiting me this time. Looking back it must have been so hard on my Mam seeing me back there but she still came to visit me there.
Only that time being a bit older did I realise I was wasting my life ending up there. Once might be a mistake but back again. I also had my own kid then and seeing him in a prison visiting room was tough. It is so depressing in prison and spent time thining all that was happening with my son and gf while I was away due to my own mistakes. And I met up with plenty of the lads I had been in St Pats with during my first sentence. The place was from the 1850s or something and was a kip - still had slopping out on some of the wings too. Only in the past few years has that stopped over here.
I don't know why maybe because it was a longer sentence that I started to do a few basic courses like in painting and decorating and got working in the kitchens and that helped pass the time and doing something productive instead of just sitting in my cell smoking and watching TV, I also got to do a few courses dealing with my offending behaviour (drink, anger management) and started thinking about what I could do after getting out.
I was a different person when I got out. I really appreciated my freedom. That was one of the main reasons I got into cycling - just the freedom of getting on the bike, clearing my head and heading off where I wanted.
Now a few years later things are much better. Am working and doing OK, getting married next year and my son is 8 now and he is my life. The thing is I look at him and I know it would kill me if he ended up the same as me. I have also made things up with my Mam and the rest of the family. I still have the odd moment of doing something stupid and get angry with myself and dread the thoughts of ending up back in prison as I have real responsibilities now but hopefully that won't happen.
When I was a kid my Dad was inside for a while and I visited him and I remember how bad it seemed and how bad it was for my Mam and thought I would never do anything to end up there.
But things change and when I was 19/20 I got 6 months in St Pats (Young Offenders prison in Dublin - now closed) few years later. That was tough enough but was a young lad and just got on with it. I knew a couple of lads in there and it probably made me worse really as I got to spend time with lads worse than me. I did some training in there but just what I had to do to get through and got out.
I kept my head down for a bit but started getting into bits of trouble again and eventually ended up getting a 3 year sentence - this time in Mountjoy (what a name for a prison) - the same place where my Dad had been when I was a kid so sort of a family tradition. It was strange being there on the other side of the bars after being there as a visitor before with my Dad and Mam visiting me this time. Looking back it must have been so hard on my Mam seeing me back there but she still came to visit me there.
Only that time being a bit older did I realise I was wasting my life ending up there. Once might be a mistake but back again. I also had my own kid then and seeing him in a prison visiting room was tough. It is so depressing in prison and spent time thining all that was happening with my son and gf while I was away due to my own mistakes. And I met up with plenty of the lads I had been in St Pats with during my first sentence. The place was from the 1850s or something and was a kip - still had slopping out on some of the wings too. Only in the past few years has that stopped over here.
I don't know why maybe because it was a longer sentence that I started to do a few basic courses like in painting and decorating and got working in the kitchens and that helped pass the time and doing something productive instead of just sitting in my cell smoking and watching TV, I also got to do a few courses dealing with my offending behaviour (drink, anger management) and started thinking about what I could do after getting out.
I was a different person when I got out. I really appreciated my freedom. That was one of the main reasons I got into cycling - just the freedom of getting on the bike, clearing my head and heading off where I wanted.
Now a few years later things are much better. Am working and doing OK, getting married next year and my son is 8 now and he is my life. The thing is I look at him and I know it would kill me if he ended up the same as me. I have also made things up with my Mam and the rest of the family. I still have the odd moment of doing something stupid and get angry with myself and dread the thoughts of ending up back in prison as I have real responsibilities now but hopefully that won't happen.