Coming out as trans to my friends and family was both the easiest and the hardest thing I have ever faced. I had touched upon the subject with two friends in a light hearted manner to see what their reaction would be a few months prior to 'coming out' but I was not ready to fully engage with them the depths of how I felt or how serious I truly was...
When I gleefully packed my bags and flew the nest at the age of 18, I thoroughly intended never to darken my parents' doors as a resident again... But when my partner and I suddenly found ourselves needing to move to yet another rented property we decided that our only chance of ever affording a real house was to take up his parents' offer of living with them for a few months while we saved for a deposit.
Rev used to offer subtlety, humanity - the realism that we're not all types or stereotypes, that rooted on feet of clay stand individual people doing their best to come to terms with things. The beauty of Rev used to lie in the puzzlement of Tom Hollander's expression: a man bewildered by circumstance and people.
I trained for six months for my first one, from sofa to start line, as I'd never run at all before that. It was hard, very hard. I could barely do three miles. Then I realised that running isn't always a physical battle, my fight was in my head. Since I broke through that barrier of thinking 'I can't do it' I've been hooked, and there's nothing quite like the sense of achievement when you complete a run. Exercise helps me to feel in control of my body. Control was something I didn't have when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2002 at 34 years old.
I'm sorry that when the DOCS ladies dropped us off at Grandma's, you weren't allowed to stay because you were too much for her to cope with. I can't imagine how awful it must have been to watch your sisters get smaller and smaller in the distance as you were driven away in a car you didn't recognise.