Sometimes when I see teenage girls or even pre-teen girls, I just want to go over to them and guide them somehow. I want to warn them about things – I want to tell them about my experience with teenage love.
At a counselling session recently, I told a story about abuse that happened to me a few years ago. It’s something that still haunts me, keeps me awake at night, because I just feel so much shame about it.
I’ve been wondering about the lottery recently – wondering whether winning would make me any happier. My SO and I often talk about how we would spend it, how we would give a lot away to family, friends and charities, how we would be sensible with it (but perhaps not on the first few days).