Adult Children Returning to the Family Home

I was positive my children would never come back to our small rural town as adults – they went to prestigious universities and were entitled to live in foreign countries (as I was a foreigner) and their father lived in a big house in a major city offering huge opportunities.

Brain Tumour

It was 1969, I was watching my two girls playing on the sands, when a football hit my head, it hurt, but I didn’t think any more about it, then in 1971 I started getting migraines everyday.

Alcohol, Heroin and Homelessness

Noted and written during my times dwelling at the Coastline Night shelter – Camborne. Various times and dates between May and July 2019.

Supporting my Trans Child

When he was 18 my son went off to university. I visited him a couple of times during the first term and he seemed to be happy and enjoying life in London, although his daily routine seemed a bit solitary.

Childhood traumas

I guess you could say the trauma started before I was born as My dad committed suicide 2 months before I was born. My mum gave me up at 3 months old, along with my older brother and sister. I grew up with my Sarah ( I’m going to call this person in question Sarah as I don’t wish to disclose) in what seemed a normal family home.

Our relationship has had to mature quickly

As soon as I met Dalton, I knew I had to convince him we were soulmates. We started college last September and lived in the same halls of residence. At a Bernie Sanders rally he turned to me and asked: “When are we going to stop pretending we aren’t perfect for one another?”

Balmoral emailed: my proposal was off

Being a romantic at heart, I’ve always known that I’d want to make an elaborate, romantic proposal. I’ve been with Claire for nearly four years, and I decided I wanted to marry her quite early on.

It’s reminded us why we chose one another

For the past few years, our lives have been stretched after we moved to Wales from London, when I got pregnant. Money became tight, as did our time. I was made redundant and went back to university.

I couldn’t risk being the one to infect him

At first I told my husband to take some obvious precautions: don’t take the tube, wash your hands regularly. Working on the frontline as a pharmacist in a busy London hospital, I’d seen the epidemic developing firsthand.