ABSTRACT
Not so very long ago, I came across an article by a therapist who worked with people who had “survived” boarding school 1 ; some part of me experienced a deep recognition, I knew this would help me, and I got in touch. Until that moment, I had sporadically dipped in and out of various counselling therapies, feeling unable to attend for more than short periods at a time. Finally, I committed long-term which has enabled me to start unravelling the threads of the life I’d woven, and realising I’d created a web of denial in which to hide, and which was holding up my life. With my therapist’s help, I have at last found a place where I feel safe enough to examine my life, explore those long-ago feelings which stayed in me, realise what I’ve constructed, take a good long look and choose how to move on. This has been a painful journey, but so worth the joy of beginning to discover the real me.
