And I’m sat in Survival Corner as a living exhibit while I do some work. It’s a very strange experience. A few speak to me or give me an uncertain smile, some pretend I’m not here, some just walk right past. I think in some small way it’s a little like the whole experience of having a mental illness. People don’t quite know what the ‘right’ reaction is so perhaps it’s better to try not to have one at all for fear of causing offence or maybe making things worse.
Actually it’s a bit lonely down here by myself and the best thing people could do would be to ask me about it. I’d be happy to talk about my own experiences. Right now I feel like I’m in a tv programme – I could have a Geordie voiceover describing my interactions with people or David Attenborough talking through my battle for survival in sympathetic but practical tones.
What I do have is coffee and a muffin brought by my fellow exhibiters once again demonstrating how fab peer support is 🙂