There’s NO shame in being bullied. ONLY in bullying

I was a SUPER shy kid. Like frog-in-my-throat, petrified-of-telephones, let-my-brother-speak-for-me kid. To make matters worse, my family moved around like a band of gypsies. It was seriously as if we were on the run from the law (sorry if I’ve blown your cover, mum!).

This meant changing schools at least every couple of years, if not more (in year three I went to THREE different schools). By the time I graduated high school I’d been to eight schools. EIGHT. Six of them were because we moved....