professional about my situation and I’d hoped she would tell me how to stop – or at least give me some kind of reassurance.
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to register with her. Her response was one I’d heard far too many times: “Wait until you grow up, that’s when life gets really hard.” I left thinking no one would ever take me seriously.
It was a relief to have someone to finally open up to and I feel sorry for anyone who never has this option. It took four months for me to finally get an appointment with an official counsellor and I don’t want to think about what I might have done if I didn’t have that head of house to confide in during that time.is supposed to help but it didn’t work for me at all.
Two years passed and I was still struggling. I continued to talk to my head of house at school, but then she had to leave so I was left without someone to listen.InstagramLottie Winter