After several months of silence and keeping a secret I broke it rather loudly. I put an announcement on the big screen of a televised and sold out rugby match. Yup, it’s true. I proposed back in early January, I had it booked just 2 days later. I’ve waited many years, I wasn’t going to waste time planning. Haha.
The following post is a brave post by Sarah, it’s an account of abuse she suffered from as a teenager. This story may upset readers, so do not read if likely to be “triggered” by this post. Everything in this post is in Sarah’s own words. My story begins at 17. I had just moved into sheltered housing after my release from hospital due to numerous mental health issues and while I was older than some, I had led a very sheltered life. My time there had good and bad points; I learnt to fend for myself but was also completely taken advantage of. I quickly made friends with many of the others living in the building. At some point during my time there, someone introduced me to a chat “wap” website and I can easily admit now I was lonely and naïve and probably easy to spot a mile off […]
About me, ten unusual things, that sounds easy enough? 1. I am ambidextrous. I can write with either hand, I do some things instinctively right handed, some left and certain things I have no preference at all. 2. I wrote in mirror writing before learning to write the normal way. My primary school teachers often marked my work with a mirror as I’d forget which direction was normal. 3. I can’t do forward rolls or anything like that but I can get my feet to my head. Not quite behind my head like some kind of yoga ninja, but I could (not that I want to) bite my toenails.