I grew up in a small town in Essex. I had an idyllic,
Blyton-esque childhood building forts and playing in the garden. I was pretty
indulged and never wanted for much, but I was taught to be accountable for my
own choices, which turned me into a childhood worrier.
I don’t worry any more. School made me confident (and a bit
snooty), I endured my parents’ divorce and I went away to college then
university with a small but amazing group of very close friends and a happy,
supportive family. Two, in fact.
I met Simon at college; seduced, dated, banged and married
him and we live together in Brighton in our tasteful homosexual home, having
come here together for university. I also lived in Canada for a year, which was
amazing fun and made me appreciate living in England. Brighton is amazing and
we feel lucky to live by the sea, somewhere so exciting.
After university, I looked for jobs in psychology. There weren’t any. Not any that considered first
class honours psychology graduates with zero experience, anyway. So I started
working as a teaching assistant in a special needs school. Ten years later I
work in a different special needs school, as a specialist teacher for pupils
with autism with a frustrating ICT leadership role.
Life is good. I have a lovely partner, a beautiful home by
the sea, a kick-ass car, a job I love that pays me more than I deserve and a
fully stocked bar.
[250 words: Not bad for my first time, eh?]
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