My parents were very focused on hard work and appearances so I had that instilled on me from a young age. My earliest childhood memory is my mother telling me to look people in the eyes when I talk to them. I once got a B in a piece of coursework and my mother’s response was “that’s not very good”.

I’ve always been autistic and I’ve always had ADHD. I’ve probably always been dyslexic. I’ve been half assessed, enough to get extra time and not marked down on my spelling in university exams, but not enough to get a piece of paper. At times I have had thoughts that I might be a psychopath, the good type. Think Andy McNab and Kevin Dufton’s Good Psychopaths Guide to Success, not Psycho. I am invariably surprised that I have got away without a schizophrenia diagnosis, but what I am not is bi-polar.

Well I am now, I have all the symptoms: religious delusions and crushing lows, I’m short tempered and I fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. Nowadays I am very much bi-polar, but I wasn’t. I was exemplary. I worked out how to use my brain to study. I breezed through school and university. I didn’t have many friends but the ones I did were good ones. From university onwards I worked on my social skills to the point that the autism, that I knew I had but had not divulged to anyone, was barely noticeable.

My academic prowess faltered though as I prioritised my social ease, I did okay but latent insecurities meant I did not excel in the work place to the level my CV would have suggested. That was until 2016 when everything dramatically changed.

2016 brought a separation from a poor choice of husband and I was on top of the world. Here I was at 35, newly single, in the best shape of my life, had a kick arse work proposal which was going to finally show what I was capable of and put my into the £80k – £90k wage bracket within five years. Coupled with a newly found confidence from finally realising how much my friends truly valued me and I was ready to finally reach my potential.

I got a little over excited with all this newfound goodness in my life and thought I’d go on a little sexual exploration as well, specifically into the world of BDSM, an area that had always held my interest but I had never really indulged as my (ex)husband wasn’t into it and I modelled nude most weekends so had to keep my skin clear of marks. Long story short, I met a man with matching fantasies, had the most fabulous first date, the best I’ve ever had.  But then………..

Well anyway it doesn’t pay to not be lady like.

Oh boy do I have a story to tell you – This is the story of SECTIONED.