Oh I can understand people doubting my story, I think I may have done the same if somebody else posted and their DOB didn't add up.
Anyway I've shared my experience from inside the ground now I'll share my experiences after.
So me and my mate got out of the ground at about 3:45pm and we both decided we needed to contact home somehow and let people know we was alright as people would be worrying, luckily we both had our wallets with us still without a penny missing, I did think we would have lost them in the crush but luckily we didn't so we set off to find as phone box, obviously mobile phones in them days were in it's infancy and not many if any people carried one, every phone box we saw had a queue of about 250/300 people, we didn't fancy queuing because it would take hours, so we started jogging around, going down random streets looking, suddenly we jogged past this house and an old lady was doing something in her garden, she must have been in her 80s, we must be about a mile and half from the ground because we had been jogging for like 20 odd mins, she stopped us and said "are you from the football ground" we said "yes we are looking for a phone to phone home and let people know we are safe" she said "come in and use mine, there are 30 dead apparently" so in we went to this old lady's home, as we walked through the door the radio was reporting 40 dead, I could not get through to my house, line was engaged but I got through to my uncle who drove round to my house with the news I was safe, my mate couldn't get through either so he rang his next door neighbour, we both offered some money to cover the call but she turned it down bless her, we then asked for the way to the train station so we could get home but her husband said he'll drive us as it's 4 miles away, we had the radio on in the car and the death toll kept rising, 50, 60, 70, it was horrible to listen to, at the train station we offered him petrol money but he turnedb it down, I'll always be grateful to the old couple who let us use the phone and then drove us to the railway station, so nice and courteous they were, I'll never forget their kindness.
Later on at home, I opened the door and all my family was in the front room, uncle cousin aunt, grand dad, Grand ma and they all gave me a hug, I just said "how many " and my dad said so far 85 are dead, I just ran up stairs laid on my bed and cried, later that night I was watching the news and when Moira Stuart started talking about it I ran up stairs again, I didn't sleep at all that night, the following day I went to the hospital because my ribsb were hurting, they said "what happened to you " I replied with "I was at Hillsborough yesterday " and that brought tears, I had bruised ribs, later that day I met with all my mates from school and it was a relief to see them
On the Wednesday when my dad said the Sun are blaming the fans I picked up the paper and hurled it across the room, never read the Sun since.
I missed school for a week, I struggled to cope, often waking up in the middle of the night crying having nightmares, I used to randomly shout and scream, and turn violent, first week in May I seeked some help and I got diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, I received counselling for 2 years, went through every emotion, shock, anger, guilt, new years eve 1989, 8 months after the disaster, told my parents everything, absolutely everything, in graphic detail, i spent 3 hours recalling every single move I took that day, told them how i got talking to a lad on the train pre match and hours later he was standing next to me dead, I literally said it all, and the fact I got it off my chest I felt so much better.
It makes me tear up now typing this, I'll never forget a second of that day, I remember every single second of that day and always will.
So many people involved, so many people affected mentally