No one cares about my nipples

As my maternity leave flies by and work gets horrifically close, I’ve been thinking about the parallels between my job and having a baby. I think being a therapist prepared me for parenthood. I thought I’d miss work but I haven’t at all. I arranged only to take 10 months off, thinking I’d be keen…

Smashing the hourglass

One of the first blog posts I wrote was about a horrible experience I had, after sleeping with a guy. Daniel was the first guy I met after becoming single. He had a lot of mental health problems. The night we slept together was a bit of a rollercoaster, with him being really nice to…

Why am I being such a dick?

After my amazing, second date with Andrew, the World-weary Police Detective, I sent him frat-boy nonsense messages about masturbation and things, and he sent me messages like this: He makes me feel like I’m this really amazing woman. Our third date was arranged for that Wednesday. He suggested a picnic on Hampstead Heath, which I…

Sex is actually very weird and disgusting

Last weekend I had my second date with the Musical Vegan. We had a good first date, but I had concerns about the fact he was moving away from London soon he was a vegan, and I’m a coeliac, so there’s very little we can both eat. I had suggested he come round to mine to…

The promising date with major obstacles

I had a really good first date the other day, but I think there might be two logistical problems that stop anything getting off the ground. We met on OkCupid, and had been messaging each other for a few weeks before our date, because he’d been away visiting his family for Easter. I really liked…

I’m happy. (I think.)

I’m on holiday in Bucharest, in Romania, with 14 people. It’s Flatmate Joe’s 30th birthday. I absolutely love Bucharest. I love going to different European cities, and this one is fabulous, and it’s so great spending time with Joe again. I feel really happy. I’ve been thinking about happiness a lot recently, especially since I…

Dropping the struggle with contradiction

A few months ago, when I was struggling to get over the Whippersnapper, I downloaded a self-help app called Mend. It’s designed to help people get over breakups. As a therapist, I half-expected I’d pour scorn over it and focus on how I could have designed it better, but actually, it was bloody good. One…