My name is Jason Rossiter and at the time of writing I am 35 years old. I currently live with my partner of 12 years and our 3 children and our 6 cats (yikes! right?). I am originally from a small town in the South West called Frome which is located in Somerset. I moved to and settled in the North East in 2002. I had a very happy childhood for the first 11-12 years of my life and all told, nothing really happened which would help to explain why I am the way I am or why I came to start this business.

My  first memorable 'trauma', apart from being endlessly bullied in school, physically and mentally, happened when my mother and father separated and got a divorce in late 2000. My mother ended up moving to the North East to start a new relationship whilst the divorce was going through and my parents were still going through custody proceedings for myself and my younger brother. In the end this process took around 18 months to 2 years. During this time  I couldn't understand why we couldn't move with my mum straight away. Although I love my dad dearly, the Somerset life was too quiet for me.

Shortly before my mother was granted custody and myself and my brother moved to the North East, in 1999 my grandfather on my dad's side passed away from cancer. I was very fond of and very close to my grandad, so his death hit me quite hard. Fast forward to us actually settling in the North East and as far as I can remember it was a relatively settled and happy experience, again apart from being bullied endlessly in school.

Then we moved to Norton in Stockton and things began to spiral. My step-father (mums new husband) would drink some evenings and would become pretty volatile whilst drunk. I was around 13-14 by the time this happened and one incident in particular will always stick in my mind. He had gotten drunk one evening and me, being a teenager I could be pretty moody and would come at him with the usual things a teenager says to a step-dad, 'you're not my father, you can't tell me what to do', etc. Anyway, he had had enough of me back-chatting so we got into an argument and he grabbed me by the neck and held me there, almost lifting me off the ground. I was visibly terrified and my mother stepped in to help.

Also whilst living in Norton I was subjected to two unprovoked assaults. The first being when i was on my way home from a local shop, i was followed down an alleyway by a man who then proceeded to pin me up against a fence and rob me of approximately £50 cash. The second was when I was just coming out of a house party at a friends house, it was approximately 11pm and a group of teenagers on bikes were approaching us, they quickly dropped their bikes and ran towards us. I was punched in the head and knocked unconscious for around 5 minutes.

My mother and step-dads relationship would also become quite volatile. Objects would get thrown around and smashed, there was a lot of shouting and at several points in their relationship, he would get arrested for assault or domestic violence but would later be released as my mum would drop the charges and refuse to prosecute. 

In my late teens I had met my eldest daughters mother, I was still living at home and the relationship started off well but she would eventually turn to hitting me and verbally abusing me regularly, as well as accusing me of cheating on her {the irony of that will become clear very soon). I even took her on a trip back to Somerset to meet my dad and the rest of my family. Sadly this is where it all started to go downhill. During the trip which was about a  year into our relationship I would catch her having 'phone relations' with another man in my bedroom. The rest of the trip was pretty awkward as we had essentially split up. As soon as we got back home she would then leave my house and I wouldn't see her again for quite some time.

Unbeknown to me she was actually pregnant with my daughter at this time. The next time I saw her she randomly appears at my workplace and shows me a scan picture, says 'this is your daughter' and disappears. I didn't find out how far gone she was at this point nor when she was due. My daughter had in fact already been born by this point and was already 3 months old. I wouldn't find out about the birth of my daughter until she was 5 months old. I later found out that the man that she cheated on me with (there was also a physical relationship which I later found out) was at my daughters birth and that she had put him on the birth certificate and gave MY child HIS last name.

I started the process of getting a DNA test and proving that I was the father. By this time my ex and my child were in a mother and baby placement because my ex couldn't keep her distance from her mother (who is a sex offender). Thankfully, her being unable to maintain those boundaries eventually led to me getting custody of my daughter. It would then take approximately 6 years for me to get my name put on the birth certificate and my daughters last name changed to mine because my ex would continually refuse to sign the paperwork to verify the information.

I raised my daughter with the help of my mum and step-dad but then I made a big mistake. I got involved with a woman who would later manipulate me into attempting to forcibly regain physical custody of my daughter. I had moved out by this point and my mum had stopped me being allowed to take my daughter around my new partner (I thanked her for this later). The incident I mentioned had the complete opposite of the desired effect and I would lose custody of my daughter. I was mentally fragile at the time as she (my partner) had manipulated me for a while now. Luckily, that relationship ended and I got a house of my own and was allowed joint custody of my daughter again.

Three months after moving into my own house I started a relationship with my current partner (who I had known for around 5 years previously through our time in the Army Cadet Force) and her and her 6 month old daughter moved in with me fairly quickly. in 2012 my partner fell pregnant with our son and despite our various trials and tests in our relationship, thankfully we are still together and are happy.

During the last 12 years I have learned that I suffer with Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder which I would later learn is hereditary  as my mothers side of the family all suffer with it. Along with my depression and anxiety it makes for a nightmare combination inside my head. The EUPD has made for a very strained relationship with my mum, which thankfully now is stable but at one point we had stopped speaking entirely for about 5 months.

My mental health has always been a very difficult battle and approximately 5 years ago I had my first suicide attempt due to strains in the relationships with my mum and my partner. I had disappeared for a total of 6 hours with no contact with anybody. 4 years ago we lost my best friend to cancer at the age of 27 which hit me very hard as he was one of the few people I would confide everything in. Most recently, in January 2024 I had my second suicide attempt. I disappeared out of the house and went to a bridge in Stockton ready to end my life. The police would respond and talk me down and I would be taken home. Then started the last 3 months of mental health support, primarily through Brook House which have been amazing through the whole process.

One of my biggest traumas, apart from the above was when my brother was involved in a horrific car crash in December 2014. I will go into more detail in his section of the website but we were rushed to Teesside Airport by Cleveland Police and put on a police helicopter to Birmingham and then another from Birmingham to Bristol as my brother was not expected to survive the day. This has left me with lasting trauma at seeing the state of him in hospital and spending the next 2 weeks in the hospital praying for him to pull through and supporting my family. I had to travel home after 2 weeks as it was nearing Christmas, thankfully by this time Josh had woken from his coma and was more or less out of the woods which was a weight off of all of our minds.

Losing my best friend was hard enough but then his family started trying to block us (me, my partner and his partner) from planning his funeral. His death and my brothers crash has left me with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) over seeing my best friends body after he died and seeing my brother in his hospital bed and fighting for his life. Both have caused me annual flashbacks and I still get very emotional talking about both of these.

Apologies for the length of this section of the website, I have tried to keep it as brief as possible whilst explaining why I am the way I am and why I have started this project/company with a view to helping others through my lived experiences.