The Unintentional and Casual Cruelty of Normalcy

Are you normal, how do you know?

I am not normal but I look as if I should be, privileged even, a good bone structure, well dressed with an innate sense of style even when scruffy, and when you hear my voice, a well spoken articulate middle class accent. ‘She must have it all’.

Well I do and I don’t. I have now got to a place in my life where I do have it all, in my terms, but the journey to get here was an endurance and I am glad it is over, the worst of it anyway. But it has left its mark too of course, I am not…