My name is Amy and I experience CPTSD (complex post-traumatic stress disorder), anxiety and depression. I have lived with these issues for the last seven years: it mostly began at 16 during my college years.

The realisation that I may not be entirely straight did not sit well with me at first. At 19 I felt I was somehow late to the party and had missed out on some important LGBT rite of passage (no, I don’t know what either). Throughout my teenage years I struggled with a depression that consumed all aspects of my life, and ultimately left me more interested in controlling my suicidal urges than kissing someone. In hindsight, I think this was probably what resulted in me essentially not noticing that I wasn’t straight.