Christine Keeler

My mum loved me. She made sacrifices—some of them for me—and I always knew it. She struggled at times, but who doesn’t? Our relationship had its difficult moments, but whose doesn’t?

I loved her, worried about her, argued with her and, at times, struggled to understand her. As I grew older, our relationship became less about parent and child and more about care, responsibility and a shared history that neither of us could fully escape. 

After her death, I realised that my grief was tied not only to losing her, but to the unanswered questions she left behind. The search for those answers became a way of remaining connected to her, and of understanding myself.

Seymour Platt 

(Christine Keeler's Son) 

When I was ten years old, I was diagnosed with mild dyslexia after struggling to read and write.

I love reading, it just takes me a little longer to finish a page and I love writing, I just have to concentrate a little harder.

You may find the occasional spelling mistake, I am happy for you to contact me and let me know :)

Seymour Platt