Not to speak out of turn, but she was wrong and should have been more empathetic. There's nothing wring with what you experienced. It's actually very healthy.
To be fair to her, she did try her best to understand me I guess. Even though she did a lot of harm while she was at it. She put up with a lot of my weirdness and really did try to encourage me to get help. She just went entirely the wrong way about it a lot of the time and eventually just gave up when I was in a bad place. I do still miss her from time to time though. Miserable cow that she is. :D
On a less grim but equally nostalgic note, poor old Ray had about three good songs left in him by the eighties:
The Kinks - Come Dancing
A lot of the places where I spent my teens are now demolished as part of the regeneration of east Manchester. It's weird.
