Linda must have encouraged the oddness from a young age. The only one in my p2 class (age 5/6) in a cardigan! At least I’m used to being the odd one out! Will help me out with ‘the odd tbi girl’ habits.
Always odd but what a cute wee chubbers! 🍪🍦🍬🍫😎
But actually I’m feeling quite pleased with myself on the way home last night to Christine’s house we got a taxi and for the first time I spoke to the taxi driver when I was alone since this tbi! As you may tell from this blog I was always quite confident with talking to people, but that’s another thing Tbi Trevor took away I feel more conscious now cause my voice is not quite as clear. But last night I proved to myself I’m going to be okay. The others in the taxi went into the off-license to get party supplies! So I was alone with the taxi driver in the car. And I started a wee conversation. It was no longer than 3-4 minutes but it gave me back the confidence that I am going to be okay!
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