So, I’m just here to vent I guess? I don’t know. 

I recently moved to Ipswich at the start of lockdown, I don’t know anyone here except my boyfriend. All my friends are back in my hometown and they were a massive part of my support system. My relationship is going great, it’s awesome. But recently I’ve had some hiccups. I’ve started a new counselling thing specifically about surviving sexual abuse. And I slipped up and told my dad about it, but he didn’t even know anything happened to me like that. He was a very absent father, preferred going to the pub rather than spending time with us kids. So, anything he found out about what happened when I was a kid, and immediately he called me a liar, and said nothing like that happened because he was always around. He didn’t believe me, and he was so drunk which is always what happened whenever he had a problem. He’d kick me out all the time, there were times I ended up sleeping on the street simply because I didn’t wash the pots or make him his dinner on time. And now this? I never wanted to tell him because of his reaction but now that it’s out in the open... 

And I’m here all alone. In a place where I don’t know anyone, and my support system is 150 miles away. I thought I was getting strong, but this has just knocked me for six. 

Sorry if it’s jumbled, I’m trying to figure out what I’m feeling.