I'm nineteen now so it all came out quite a while ago but I'm just sick of being made out to be the bad guy for not wanting to engage in any sort of conversation or interaction with him.

I wouldn't say I was financially able to move out just yet, to be honest. Maybe one day in the next few years, I'll be in a better position. Overall, life at home doesn't bother me; it's just him really but I suppose you gotta take the bad with the good.

I'm not in therapy anymore. My sixth form were really good when it came out and I got put in counselling there and when they realised that I could do with more help, they helped set up doctor's appointments and an appointment with the mental health team - my head of sixth form even came with me to the first one; she was great but when I finished sixth form, I wasn't in counselling anymore and my sixteen weeks with the psychologist I was with at the point finished and I haven't been back in therapy since. God knows, I think I should've been a few times but I guess it's hard to pick up the phone to try and admit you need help again.