#atinylife Trauma personified

Would it work to introduce my trauma as a character in this blog?

Well, I don’t have to do it twice…

Let’s call them Mx T. You know I’m going to give them they/them pronouns and title, right?

Mx T moved house with us in July. I was worried they wouldn’t fit in anywhere, but the removals firm sent an extra lorry and winched Mx T on.

We tried to leave them in the driveway, but…Mx T 01

I kept moving them from room to room and because they are so heavy I was exhausted. Those first days, I kept having to go to bed. Mr HB was a hero: he sorted the kids out and did everything that required a screwdriver or a practical brain, while I lay in bed as it pitched and rolled. Balanced above Mx T, stuffed underneath.