We met at the very worst time. I had just found out that I was the victim of several years worth of image-based sexual abuse. I was spiralling but didn’t know it. I kept busy, I ate less, I drank more. I went after thrills even more than before. I wasn’t treating myself very well.
I had a blonde crop of hair, chubby cheeks that made me look like my granddad, and a rosy complexion. I would sit at our kitchen breakfast bar in our first family home for hours, drawing and colouring in pictures of people I knew, characters I made up. I went through a phase of making […]
When you first held my hand – that was the moment when I knew we were going to be something pretty amazing. We had been sitting in a bar for a while, drinking gin and tonics. I had been making up weird observational jokes about the people that surrounded us, thinking that my humour would […]