Liberty Hair, suppliers of Freedom vacuum, synthetic and human hair Wigs in West Yorkshire.

My world fell apart when I was diagnosed with alopecia. But a very special man, three children and a revolutionary wig have turned everything around. Now I support other sufferers and I am so proud of my baldness I would pose without my wig. I was devastated when I was diagnosed with alopecia. It had been coming out in clumps, and my hairdresser was so concerned she’d told me to visit the doctor. I was a mess, felt like my life was over, and never left the house. My children struggled to cope: “Why are you crying mummy? Have we done something wrong?” they asked. I struggled into work at a Thornton’s shop but eventually it got too much. My boss let me wear a hat to serve customers – but everyone stared at me. I left and was forced to claim benefits. I’d been introduced to Steve by a mutual friend just before my diagnosis. He was lovely and when he asked me out I should have been delighted, but I kept finding excuses not to meet him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so I plucked up the courage to tell him about my alopecia, thinking he’d run a mile. But he became my rock. He was so supportive. “You’re still the same person inside whether you have hair or not,” he told me. He was my lifeline to the outside world – during the four months I spent hiding away indoors.I even let him shave my head completely when there were just random strands of hair left. I lived in bandanas and hats until I was given an NHS wig - but it was awful. Steve helped me buy a better one, but even then I’d only go out to the shops in it – then rush straight back home, paranoid everyone was staring.
Me in my Freedom vacuum wig and my wonderful family

Gradually, with Steve’s help, I ventured out for longer with my wig, but I still wore hats over the top a lot. Then he took me by surprise and proposed. “I love you and I just want to be with you. Will you be my wife?” he asked, and I screamed with joy.My children, Daniel, 14, Sarah Jane, 19, and Tammy, 20, were all delighted. We married two weeks later at a registry office – we like to be impulsive! I knew I’d have to go with just my wig for the wedding, and I made it through to have the best day of my life. It boosted my confidence further. I spent hours on internet support groups, and I found a vacuum wig – they make a cast of your head and design the wig with human hair especially for you. I ordered one and it changed my life – it looked so natural! Bizarrely, it gave me the confidence to go without a wig at last. I’d never been comfortable going bald in front of Steve, and now I was walking round the house au natural! I wouldn’t go out of the house without my wig, but I often leave it in the apartment on holidays. My internet research made me realise there isn’t enough support for alopecia sufferers in my area, so I applied to set up my own group, which I run from home. We have monthly meetings in my home and support each other over the net. I even trained to be an advisor for vacuum wigs - they're made in New Zealand and there aren't many contacts over here. It feels so great putting my new-found confidence and love of baldness to good use and to be helping others. I’m bald and proud and I want to show everyone!


My world fell apart when I was diagnosed with alopecia. But a very special man, three children and a revolutionary wig have turned everything around. Now I support other sufferers and I am so proud of my baldness I would pose without my wig. I was devastated when I was diagnosed with alopecia. It had been coming out in clumps, and my hairdresser was so concerned she’d told me to visit the doctor. I was a mess, felt like my life was over, and never left the house. My children struggled to cope: “Why are you crying mummy? Have we done something wrong?” they asked. I struggled into work at a Thornton’s shop but eventually it got too much. My boss let me wear a hat to serve customers – but everyone stared at me. I left and was forced to claim benefits. I’d been introduced to Steve by a mutual friend just before my diagnosis. He was lovely and when he asked me out I should have been delighted, but I kept finding excuses not to meet him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so I plucked up the courage to tell him about my alopecia, thinking he’d run a mile. But he became my rock. He was so supportive. “You’re still the same person inside whether you have hair or not,” he told me. He was my lifeline to the outside world – during the four months I spent hiding away indoors.I even let him shave my head completely when there were just random strands of hair left. I lived in bandanas and hats until I was given an NHS wig - but it was awful. Steve helped me buy a better one, but even then I’d only go out to the shops in it – then rush straight back home, paranoid everyone was staring.
	Gradually, with Steve’s help, I ventured out for longer with my wig, but I still wore hats over the top a lot. Then he took me by surprise and proposed. “I love you and I just want to be with you. Will you be my wife?” he asked, and I screamed with joy.My children, Daniel, 14, Sarah Jane, 19, and Tammy, 20, were all delighted. We married two weeks later at a registry office – we like to be impulsive! I knew I’d have to go with just my wig for the wedding, and I made it through to have the best day of my life. It boosted my confidence further. I spent hours on internet support groups, and I found a vacuum wig – they make a cast of your head and design the wig with human hair especially for you. I ordered one and it changed my life – it looked so natural! Bizarrely, it gave me the confidence to go without a wig at last. I’d never been comfortable going bald in front of Steve, and now I was walking round the house au natural! I wouldn’t go out of the house without my wig, but I often leave it in the apartment on holidays. My internet research made me realise there isn’t enough support for alopecia sufferers in my area, so I applied to set up my own group, which I run from home. We have monthly meetings in my home and support each other over the net. I even trained to be an advisor for vacuum wigs - they're made in New Zealand and there aren't many contacts over here. It feels so great putting my new-found confidence and love of baldness to good use and to be helping others. I’m bald and proud and I want to show everyone!