The first one!!

Ok.
well.
hmmm.
I'm not quite sure what possessed me to create a blog... however it seems like the right thing to do and i tend to stick with my instincts quite a lot!

So... Here goes! wish me luck ;)

This is where u get my life story so far :) (however this is the best way i can think of doing it!)
i got trichotillomania (henceforth known as trich!) when i was about 7. A lot of things you can read about it often say that most people that have trich have had some form of traumatic events in their lives (often in childhood). However i have always seemed to be different - i honestly can't think of anything that would be akin to what people often say 'started' their trich! Although i do remember before i started pulling i would cut my eyelashes - they would annoy me as they would always brush against glasses - sun glasses - i am very proud of my perfect vision ;) .

This is where it gets a bit strange... i stopped going to church with my gran around about the age of 7 (that was my families doing - not my choice!) and my trich has got progressively worse since then. Just before Easter i was sorting out my room, to take some more stuff do live at dads house, and i rediscovered the bible that my great gran bought me for my birthday, now i was very bored, so started flicking through it (some may call it procrastination - i say to those sum shhh!) and reading verses every now and then, then i stumbled across Ezra 9:3, "When I heard this, i rent my garments and my mantle, and pulled hair from my head and beard, and sat appalled. " now this verse spoke to me - it put me in the knowledge that i'm not the first to have trich and i'm not going to be the last. The following weekend my friend came over to stay and on the sunday morning she was like, do you mind if we go to church? - i wouldn't say that i jumped at the chance, but i wasn't exactly groaning on the inside either! So off we toddled to the Baptist church in the village, discovered that a lot of the people that i play hockey with also go there, and that it's quite a nice, friendly, welcoming place to go (i don't really know what i was expecting!).
Somehow, going to church that day just felt, right.
Since then i have gone to church every weekend that i have stayed at my dads house (which is the village the church is in...) and have enjoyed every service! So i can safely say, that in this instance i am glad that i followed my instincts in that first bit of procrastination!

Anyway - that was a nice little anecdote :) but more about me! (and btw - i do actually feel really selfish just talking about me- but i guess that's what a blog is for - if u don't like it then don't read it!)

I had a fairly uneventful life... well, i would class it faily uneventful looking at the more recent history!
I started ballet like most little girls do - that lasted a long time... 2 Whole weeks!! suffice to say i did NOT enjoy it...
so then mum, being mum, wanting her daughter to be a little girl, took me to a gymnastics club, which i stayed at until i was year 4. i won't lie - i did really enjoy it, but it just wasn't me!
I started Brownies - again sticking with the girl theme! and that has been one of the best things in the long run that has happened to me!
Anyway, side tracking again!
i discovered that a karate club was starting up in the village and managed to convince mum to let me go to it... on the condition that i had to stop one of my other clubs - unsurprisingly i stopped gymnastics!
i stopped with the karate when i was year 9 (and a black belt - woop!) because i had started being a Young Leader with the local guide unit, which, unfortunately was on the same night! I had a choice to make and i will never know if i made the right choice, but i know that i didn't make the wrong one! (work that one out!)

In the summer of year 9 my parents told me they were splitting up - which, to nobodies surprise, changed my world completely - starting with having the pleasure of deciding which parent to live with! - i've made some difficult at times choices - but that one has to be the hardest i've faced! (and i'm still regretting it now!) Basically it was decided that i would live with mum, and stay at dads the night i had guides, and one day on the weekend.
Cue partner one... who moved in over a weekend that i was away (on a guide weekend!), without telling me. So i got to find out when mum came to pick me up from dads at the end of the weekend... O joy :| - the man that ruined my life is now living with me!
Anyway - he lasted till just after christmas, then he left, and Boyfriend number 2 moved in... not quite sure when that happened? He stayed over one night after they had gone out for lunch (?!) together - got back 3 hours later than mum said she would, and he just hasnt seamed to of left yet... well... apart from a short (4month) stint in prison... but we shall gloss over that bit! (long story - and this post is long enough as it is!)Basically no-one in my family got hurt (physically...) and the case was going on before he and mum met - and she knew about it from the beginning... it would have been nice if i had been told more than a month before he went 'inside' but c'est la vie.

Ok i think you are pretty up to date with my life now!!
(o and btw i am one of 7 kids - ish - 1 proper bro who is 20, then me, then 2 step sisters, 2 step brothers, and 1 half brother... (the half bro is 1...just!) so a 20 year age gap! - 1 step sis and 1 step bro on dads side, then 1 step bro, 1 step sis, and 1 half bro on mums side...)

So yeah
let the proper posting begin!!
(and that was WAY longer than i was expecting it to be - sorry about that!)