4 Facts About Me.
1. I was temporarily deaf when I was little.
When I was a toddler, I couldn’t hear properly and hardly spoke. I had ear infections; even now, I can remember the pain.
My parents were worried and took me to the doctors and I was assessed by a child psychologist. It was only by accident that my parents realised that I couldn’t hear properly. It became evident that my adenoids (lumps of tissue at the back of your nose) had become swollen so they were removed; along with my tonsils. This is now a very common procedure.
Some time after my surgery, I had sessions with a speech therapist and learned how to talk.
Even now, I’m slightly deaf in one ear and struggle to breathe properly through my left nostril.
2. The Church was a huge part of my childhood.
I was baptised, I attended a Church of England primary school and its Sunday school, I was a Brownie, then a Guide and I regularly attended weekly services. My Dad was the treasurer and a side person for this particular church. This continued until I got a weekend job, around the age of 16; then I hardly set foot in a Church for the next 20 years or so.
I still occasionally go. I often question my faith. I’m horrified at the violence and cruelty perpetrated by past and present followers of all religions, through their warped reasoning.
I find it’s a battle between my mind and heart. My mind says that God can’t exist but my heart thinks the opposite. It’s a lifelong journey for me and I’ll probably never get the answers that I’m looking for. I’m all for science to try to answer the questions of our existence.
3. I hate mushy peas!!
I can’t stand looking at them, smelling them and their taste. They’re an abomination to me! And I like a lot of foods.
4. I thought I heard ghosts when I was 16.
I studied an animal care course for a year after I left school. Normally, I stayed at the college during the week and went home for the weekends. However, I stayed this particular weekend. There were only a handful of other students because most of the others had gone home.
During the night, I woke up and I heard what sounded like a young guy and girl having a conversation outside my room. Naturally, at first, I didn’t give it much thought.
But then, I struggled to get back to sleep because of them talking. Eventually, I got annoyed and decided to ask them to be quiet.
So, I got up and opened my door. I couldn’t see anyone. I looked up and down the corridor and still couldn’t see anyone but, I could still hear their voices.
I was puzzled. After a second or two, I could just hear the guy’s voice and it sounded like it was coming down the corridor. I decided to investigate so I followed him. For the next few minutes, I followed the voice until I was stopped by a locked door.
I went back to bed and when I reflected on this experience the next day, I realised how strange my experience was. The door at the end of my corridor never opened, even though I heard his voice on the other side of it. And, how did he get through a locked door; I didn’t see anyone unlock and open it! I definitely wasn’t asleep and dreaming and I didn’t imagine it. I wasn’t drunk, stoned etc. either. (Not at that time, anyway!)
So that’s a bit more about me. I hope you still continue to read my posts!
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