About Me — Rebecca Laura

it’s me!

My name is Rebecca and I was named after a Daphne du Maurier novel.

I’m the kind of person who says “sorry” when someone else stands on my foot and then apologises for saying it. What I lack in assertiveness and social grace, I make up for with sparkling wit. Or something.

My dad was an alcoholic who died at the age of 49 so in lots of ways, I’m a poster child for dADdy iSsuEs and yet, also very much not. Sure, my self-esteem could be better and I’d rather gouge my own eyes out with a spoon than ask for help BUT I’m pretty sensible, never really went off the rails (watch this space???) and think — or at the very least hope — that my chaotic childhood was only one chapter in a very long, interesting book, which I’ll admit, I’m yet to work out the theme for.

Sure, I’ve been through some stuff but who hasn’t? I think I’m pretty resilient but I also know that I’m incredibly lucky that at the times in my life when I’ve been at my most vulnerable, the people surrounding me have held shields and not swords.

As a kid, to get to sleep I used to listen to cassettes through the spongey-foam headphones of my walkman (yeah, I’m that old) but after what I can only assume was a particularly over-zealous, intense fire safety talk at school, I quit immediately, convinced that if my house caught fire my music would drown-out the smoke alarm…