Diary 1993. Extract 4.

20 January 1993.

Dear D,
Mum tells dad and dad shouts. To him I am stupid and what I am doing to myself is one big game. I am playing the game to get attention.

I don’t want this attention. I don’t like the situation. I don’t like the questions. I don’t like being watched.

I hate being here, but I hate being outside too. Every conversation in this house is about food and when I am outside I worry about food.

Mum said that it used to be other parents with ‘problem’ children, but now it is her and I am a ‘problem' child.

I wish that they didn’t know.
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