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A personal history of pre-menstrual dysphoric disorder
If the weather was bad at weekends I might make a camp in the downstairs loo and spend hours in there nesting and talking to imaginary friends. It kept me entertained for days on end. In my land of Dickensian make believe, I was always the strong big sister who was tasked with saving many vulnerable younger siblings from starvation or disaster.