Today is my 11th year since I stepped into the UK. I have a lot of good and bad memories during these years. Reflecting on it, it has been a painful journey of learning as an adult. I was very well protected and looked after by my parents and was not very well house trained – I didn’t know how to cook a normal meal, wash clothing and do simple DIY.
My career has never been the same. I was working in Charing Cross Hospital as a Theatre Nurse where I scrubbed for gender reassignment and colo-rectal cases amongst other types too. They weren’t particularly fun jobs as my views were always of bum holes.