I remember when I was about 8 years old and I was involved in a theatre production that required us tiddly-wink boys not to wear any shirts. This was, of course, fine until I realised that at the end of the day that I had lost my shirt and needed to take the bus home.
I can remember the pain and humiliation of travelling the 35 minutes with other kids taunting me for not being dressed, I remember how I felt when I was helpless and scared and trapped in a corner.
Thankfully one of the older kids lent me a jacket for some of the journey home. I remember getting home and crying because I was terrified of not only the loss of my shirt, but of my dignity.
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Next time you see me frantically scampering around because I can’t remember where something is, or desperate because something isn’t perfect, this may help you to understand one of my inadequacies.
