In the middle of my grade 9 year, during my school holidays, I received an sms from my dad saying he wanted to speak to me. I wasn't really stressed becuase that's generally how my dad did things. I'd always get an sms or an email, because we didn't have a very open enough relationship [...]
Category: Proscenium
Act III
I have always believed that I don’t quite like affection. Whether giving or receiving it; I often get extremely uncomfortable when there’s hugging, cuddling or even just hand holding involved. I barely ever initiate it, but whenever I do, you know I am probably screaming in my head. In my most recent therapy session, we spent [...]
Act II
December 2012: My very first youth camp. I can’t remember much about it, to be honest, except the fact that I arrived just over 2 hours before the actual meeting time. Which for a 15 year old meant that I was beyond lame, because who arrives so early for a camp? And to make matters [...]
Act I
Being at an all girls school until Grade 7, made the idea of boys a rather foreign concept to me. I knew they existed, because the boy's school was literally across the bridge, but I wasn't very interested in them. My classmates were dating and hanging out with boys and I always thought "Wow," but [...]
