I don't know whether i'm over stepping the mark talking about self harm on here but hope i'm not breaking any rules or anything as it's not intentional i promise.
I've hurt myself again today. Don't worry it's not serious and i see my GP tomorrow and intend on telling her so it's all good.
Just feel so sad suddenly.
I'm talking to a friend which is good cos she is supportive.
May go bed so i can calm.
Any tips?
My very dear friend Anne
Please don't feel guilty on my account. You honour me with your interest and I am no less curious about you. I would love to know what you look like, how your voice sounds and so on. It is safer for you that I don't, partly because, whatever you think I am, there is always a chance that I could be something different and even dangerous, and perhaps mostly because we can't share any information on here without sharing it with anyone who cares to join the forum. And that could be anybody.
And though anonymity may sometimes be a pain, it's the very thing, often, that allows people to share the things that they cannot share with those who know them.
I have had something of a chilling day, both physically in that it has been raining and very cold out, and in the other sense of not doing very much and just enjoying it. I have attended to a little school admin stuff and I helped my son recover some property of his and bring it back home before he moves into his new place next week. I've edited a bit of video too, but that - for me - is fun, and I've dipped back into my Kindle and had a good read of "Dombey and Son" by Dickens. He's probably my favourite author.
Tomorrow I plan to keep for a chillin' day too, forgoing my trip to London for once. It has been a tiring few weeks and I would like to have some 'playtime' with my computer.
I hope that your church proves to be a place of love and light for you, and that you find your poorly friend in better shape. Go easy on yourself, whatever you do.
Want to tell me why it was weird seeing the grandparents? It would be more weird for me to see mine, of course, since they've probably all been dead about 30 years or more. Anyhow, I hope yours don't give you a hard time.
My Granny H, I'll call her, my mother's mother, was a large-ish lady (runs in our family, among the females) who I seem to remember as very kind. Although I saw her and pictures of her many times during her lifetime the image of her that comes to my mind is from a photograph taken perhaps before I was born and which shows her sitting next to my dad's mother, Granny T. My mother, who has a form of dementia, tells me that Granny T used to own a baker's and confectioner's shop, but I remember nothing about that. I do remember vividly what she looked like and I have very fond memories both of her and of my grandad. It was Granny T who introduced me to 'condensed milk butties' and who made endless trays of all kinds of toffee on a vast old cast iron range.
I remember, too, that at Granny T's house one took a bath in a tin bath in front of the fire. Those were the days 
I hope your nephew's recovered from his cold day. I suspect he is rather lucky to have you for an Auntie.
Take care of yourself. 13 bunnies and one on-line friend insist on it.
Richard
My very dear friend Anne
Please don't feel guilty on my account. You honour me with your interest and I am no less curious about you. I would love to know what you look like, how your voice sounds and so on. It is safer for you that I don't, partly because, whatever you think I am, there is always a chance that I could be something different and even dangerous, and perhaps mostly because we can't share any information on here without sharing it with anyone who cares to join the forum. And that could be anybody.
And though anonymity may sometimes be a pain, it's the very thing, often, that allows people to share the things that they cannot share with those who know them.
I have had something of a chilling day, both physically in that it has been raining and very cold out, and in the other sense of not doing very much and just enjoying it. I have attended to a little school admin stuff and I helped my son recover some property of his and bring it back home before he moves into his new place next week. I've edited a bit of video too, but that - for me - is fun, and I've dipped back into my Kindle and had a good read of "Dombey and Son" by Dickens. He's probably my favourite author.
Tomorrow I plan to keep for a chillin' day too, forgoing my trip to London for once. It has been a tiring few weeks and I would like to have some 'playtime' with my computer.
I hope that your church proves to be a place of love and light for you, and that you find your poorly friend in better shape. Go easy on yourself, whatever you do.
Want to tell me why it was weird seeing the grandparents? It would be more weird for me to see mine, of course, since they've probably all been dead about 30 years or more. Anyhow, I hope yours don't give you a hard time.
My Granny H, I'll call her, my mother's mother, was a large-ish lady (runs in our family, among the females) who I seem to remember as very kind. Although I saw her and pictures of her many times during her lifetime the image of her that comes to my mind is from a photograph taken perhaps before I was born and which shows her sitting next to my dad's mother, Granny T. My mother, who has a form of dementia, tells me that Granny T used to own a baker's and confectioner's shop, but I remember nothing about that. I do remember vividly what she looked like and I have very fond memories both of her and of my grandad. It was Granny T who introduced me to 'condensed milk butties' and who made endless trays of all kinds of toffee on a vast old cast iron range.
I remember, too, that at Granny T's house one took a bath in a tin bath in front of the fire. Those were the days
I hope your nephew's recovered from his cold day. I suspect he is rather lucky to have you for an Auntie.
Take care of yourself. 13 bunnies and one on-line friend insist on it.
Richard
