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Living with a boy is pretty cool, because of the following:

  1. A new wardrobe! I now have an extra set of clothes I can go to when I run out of things/ get bored of my own! Like on Monday morning I wanted a jumper and just borrowed one of his. I also very frequently borrow his hoodies and t-shirts. I’ve turned into a classic girlfriend type, but to be fair, his t-shirts do rock with my nineties ripped style boyfriend jeans!
  2. Flowers just because… Last weekend he went out to buy some supplies for brunch and came back with flowers for me… just because! 
  3. Setting up a home with somebody, which is something I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do! The first time we went to IKEA, I couldn’t wipe the delight from my face. We both take insane delight in buying things for our home. And there is no greater feeling than coming HOME at the end of the day. After having moved so many times since moving out of home to University, it’s nice to have a place where I finally feel safe.
  4. Getting to live with your best friend and boy all in one: there’s nothing better than knowing that after a shitty day at work you’re coming home to your bestie; you’re watching Broadchurch, Project Runway and Game of Thrones with your bestie; you’re sleeping next to your bestie.
  5. Nobody makes me laugh the way that I laugh with him.
  6. I don’t feel lonely anymore. As we come to Easter I think about my family, as this used to be a big holiday for us. The very first year we weren’t speaking I felt so alone, and yet I was in a relationship at the time. I had to schedule a day of activities for myself. I can’t even remember why I was alone.

Of course living with a boy isn’t 100% perfect 100% of the time.

  • My boy is addicted to Pepsi Max and therefore leaves endless empty bottles everywhere!
  • I also leave used tissues all over the place apparently lol (I was the kid with the sinus problems who never grew out of it).
  • I have to emotionally blackmail him to do his share of the house work haha.

On Sunday morning I have my first generalised tonic clonic seizure in perhaps a year: the stress of work probably brought it on. Obviously I was upset, and incredibly embarrassed because I’d probably woken up the entire block with my screaming in the aftermath.

But, when I did become aware of my surroundings, I knew exactly where I was: home. And I wasn’t afraid.

I also didn’t call out for my mum, which I’ve never done before.

These are huge steps forward, because it means that although not everything may be perfect right now with my health and my job, I’m where I need to be.




I’m Cece Alexandra and I have Epilepsy. Since being diagnosed, my life has changed significantly. After studying and teaching Humanities and Literature for all of my adult life, I was bullied and lost my job a month before qualifying to become an English Teacher. Once you fail the Teacher Training course in England, you cannot ever retrain; I then became too sick to work because of my Epilepsy. I am now currently studying an MSc in Mental Health Psychology with the University of Liverpool. My disability provokes me into raising awareness for invisible disabilities, which I also actively partake in with Epilepsy Action. Part of that awareness is to help fight against invisible disability discrimination - I believe that this behaviour is not cognitively unconscious; modern society is actively partaking in a hierarchy of disabilities and I believe that there is not enough psychological research to prove this. I am also clinically interested in Cultural Psychology - particularly Collectivist Culture, and wish to pursue this further in my academic career.

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