That's my husband of getting on for 24 years. I'm a Project Administrator for a childcare charity.

It is, yes. Full time, a little bit of everything. Reception, general secretarial stuff. You name it, it is part of the job description.

It would be after I was 14, maybe even 15, because my parents waited until I started asking questions. I was diagnosed when I was roughly 2 years old at the famous children's hospital in London, but in lots of ways I am very grateful for the fact that nothing was said until I started asking questions, I think I had known for probably at least 2 years before that that something was up. But that was it.

I think there would be pros and cons about either approach obviously. I think basically because it let me have a childhood. I think it's quite difficult to know what the impact of knowing from an early age might have been. We'd seen a lot of doctors and things when I was younger but it was never properly explained, fully explained, so I suppose the general sense of knowing something was up stemmed partly from that and obviously partly because puberty wasn't happening, - it was sort of, why not?

Very happy. We lived abroad. I was born abroad, and we lived abroad when I was the age 5 to 11 . My Dad travelled a lot. I've got one sister, older sister and I would say on the whole it was very stable despite all Dad's travelling and very happy.

School was a bit different, - secondary school. I failed the 11+, so at that point I was sent to a private all girls school for the best of reasons - smaller classes; it was thought it would help, particularly as we knew I was hopeless at maths. But I had a pretty horrible three years of being bullied there until the girls who were doing it actually left for some reason. Then in the sixth form I went to a different school which was mixed gender and terrific, fantastic two years. Marvellous teachers. Brilliant headteacher. Total acceptance from my peers. I think it is a great launching pad for university.

I think just because I was little. They threw me about because they could basically. And it only stopped when I slapped one of the girls who was doing it very hard across the face one day, which actually made me feel dreadful because I should have been able to stop them some other way. I think, looking back, I possibly made it worse because I showed absolute contempt for the people who were doing it and I don't think they liked that very much. But we weren't supervised properly at all, so play times, break, lunchtimes weren't much fun. I think I used to look like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards sometimes.

Yes, because we were living abroad. My primary education was in one small private school, then a forces navy school for 3 years. I would say the two years in sixth form were the best.