THERAPY: THE END OF THE YELLOW FOLDER (PART THREE)

Part 1 and Part 2 My first German class was in a cramped attic classroom right at the top of my new school. The rooms had been the living quarters of the teachers about twenty years ago. My new school was large and centred around a beautiful old mansion. The sixthform block was across three floors of the mansion. It was a girl’s school that allowed boys into the sixthform. Of … Continue reading THERAPY: THE END OF THE YELLOW FOLDER (PART THREE)

Therapy: The Boy With The Yellow Folder (Part TWO)

Every morning on the bus ride in to school as more and more kids got on through the other villages and the town, the taunting grew and grew. Someone would almost always say something. They’d laugh about my hair, try and steal my bag, throw things at my head. It was a school bus, no-one cared. I’d get off the bus as soon as possible … Continue reading Therapy: The Boy With The Yellow Folder (Part TWO)

Therapy: The Boy With The Yellow Folder (Part ONE)

When I was at school I carried around a yellow lever-arch folder. I preferred to carry it rather than jam it awkwardly into my school bag. That rectangle of yellow against the navy blue of my uniform became a shield against everything. When the school first found out I had a crush on another boy, I was in the music department over lunch time, eating … Continue reading Therapy: The Boy With The Yellow Folder (Part ONE)