Twelve weeks after my son died it was Christmas. As you can imagine it's all very hazy now 8 years has passed. Some things stay with me. My daughter was in a ward at the Women's and Children's Hospital. They had pretty much told me she would either die soon or remain in a vegetative state then die. Merry Christmas. I was in an intense state of compounded grief, the term that is given to someone grieving for multiple people or things at one . . .
Navigating the world with a pre teen…
When I was 10 I thought a Doctor put a baby inside the Mothers tummy and then cut it out when it was big enough! Then a year later, I thought it came out of the anus. I know! so weird, but my family weren't keen on early sex education. In fact, Mum didn't sign the consent form in year 7, so basically I relied on what other kids told me, what I listened to adults whisper and what I made up my own mind. Fast Forward to the teen years and . . .