To be honest I can’t remember how long I wore them for, probably a year maybe, or maybe it would have been longer, the pressure garments. Because I kind of had a little jacket which had a long sleeve for this arm and a short sleeve for that one. Yeah, I think, nothing on the bottom, so it was just like a little bodice jacket thing with a zip, but it was pretty tight because it was supposed to be, you know, flattening out the scars. And it was hot in the summer.

Just wearing this pressure garment was the main thing. And then we would go back in for check-ups, and I guess to… I don’t really remember check-ups, I remember going into this room that was kind of like where they made these garments. It was like a big, loads of sewing machines. It was kind of like the specialist bit of the hospital where they did that, and I guess I would have had to have new ones regularly because I was growing. I guess that was that what that was for, but I don’t even know how long I wore it.

It's kind of that age, and I felt the stress from my mum as well of like when you're going to have that. And then there was this boyfriend, of course, so I met, I actually met him on the beach. But I did go through a phase of trying to keep it pretty covered up, so I would never wear anything sleeveless to show like this bit. And I think even this point, I was wearing leggings on the beach. I think I might have like rolled up the leggings going to sea. And he saw like the tiniest bit on my leg, like there's hardly anything at the bottom of my leg, and said “Oh, what's that?” We weren't together at this point. And so, I think that was a bit of a like “Oh God”, you know. But then, yeah, I don't know how I then revealed the scars to him. I don't remember like a big reveal kind of point, but we were together for four years. And so, it was fine. It's just those initial getting to know people, telling them you've got scars. And I think actually I might have gone out with a boy before that, again about 17, and my mum's saying, “Well are you going to tell him about the scars?” So, she obviously felt funny about it, but that really annoyed me. I just like, “Just shut up”, like, you know, I’ll do what I want. So, I think it was winter, so he might not have seen.

Like teenage years when you're going through puberty, and, you know, understanding how that individual might be feeling the pressures because life's even, it's more different now than when I was growing up.

I was trying to play like cooking in the kitchen. So, my mum was around and cooking at the same time, and I reached up to get this, it was a metal jug. So, the handle must have been kind of towards me, but she'd cooked chips, I think it was.

So, I reached up and grabbed it and it and it went all over me. So, it somehow missed my face. I think I might have a tiny little, some sort of bit here under my chin, but the worst bit is kind of my shoulder. There's a really bad scar there and under my arm, but basically all down the right side. It was, it's down my arm. It's gone to like my wrist and my side, and mainly the top of my right thigh. So, it's kind of all down that right side, and yeah, so I don't think my mum knew what to do.