UTWHYYYYY?! Part 2 – by Katie

Ok, maybe Part 2 is a little late. What can I say… Lockdown 2.0 sucked and had me feeling blue, spending my evenings crying over old hard drive videos of happier, more simple times. Anyways, Nikitah and I are feeling invigorated for the new year and I’m really excited to start putting energy into this blog as I do really enjoy having this thing that is ours that we work on together. Apology over! Here is the much anticipated UTWHYYYYY?! Part 2.

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At first I thought the UTIs were alcohol related, but after talking to doctors I got told it could be anything from diet or weight to the types of clothes I was wearing to sexual activities. The list went on and as it did, the more hopeless I became. I realised there wasn’t a real solution barring pumping my body full of antibiotics.

Eventually I started to realise this is something there isn’t a straightforward answer to, and the doctors don’t have a lifetime fix for it. I’d love to say to you I fixed it and I have a fool-proof plan to not get another one but that’s just not the case. What I do have is a small arsenal of things I do that definitely reduce the chance of getting a UTI. So here is my “most-of-the-time-it-works” plan to reduce the burnnn.

Number 1 and most importantly DO NOT HOLD ONTO WEE. When you need to wee just go, even if you’re in the middle of sex – you have to go. Holding onto urine can just lead to whole load of germs and grossness to fester inside you. You are literally giving the enemy time to organise a battle plan and that’s just dumb. So flush that wee-wee out as often as you can!

Number 2 try to manage your diet so the stuff you intake doesn’t encourage meanie bacteria to grow. So reduce sugar, alcohol and coffee and most importantly drink gallons of water. Being constantly hydrated is so important to help you flush through any toxins and bacteria lurking inside. Alongside this make sure you are hydrating yourself with the right things. WATER IS YOUR SAVIOUR and avoid at all cost things with blackberry in them.

Number 3 try if possible to pee before and after sex. This does involve some planning and can kinda ruin the vibe of spontaneity but, believe me, if you are as sick as I am of getting home from a date and spending the whole night crying in pain on the toilet it’s worth it. What I do is down a pint of water before and another as soon as possible after. This allows your system to wash itself through and clean itself out in case any bacteria has got stuck during sex. 

Number 4 is not 100% proven but I take 2 cystisis pills in the morning, 2 D-Mannose tablets after sex and a probiotic everyday as well. I think they work (obvs I’m no doctor) so make sure you read up on this first and even talk to your doctor if you’re unsure. I’ll link the ones I use below if you want to give them a try.

  • Superdrug Cystitis Prevention Capsules here
  • Precision D-Mannose 500mg 90 Capsules by Swiss BioEnergetics here
  • Solgar Advanced Acidophilus Plus Vegetable Capsules by Natural world here

Number 5 don’t use any lubricants without testing them on your skin before. When I say testing I don’t just mean on your hand as allergies can vary in different areas. I am allergic to every lubricant I have tried. They immediately flare up to cause a burnt, prickly sensation and leave an itchy red rash for days. I’m sure there will be one that I won’t be allergic to, and I will make sure to share with you when I do find it, but for now that side of things is kinda on me. But hey, I’m not gonna moan about having to “mess around” for a little longer to make sure I’m ready. I have found when I talk to the person I am dating about these things they are happy to do what’s best for me and if they aren’t they can get fucked… by somebody else obvs.

Number 6 watch what you put near your crotch. Try to wear breathable knickers and change them regularly. Also, when washing them I use unscented detergent and steer well clear of fabric softener. Try to reduce any fragranced products near your cooch. I find that even the most minimal fragranced period products set me off so I have to be super careful when buying them.

Number 7 should be a given but clean your/partner’s hands and sex toys before use. Let’s not add anymore germs into the problem area eh..?

Finally, number 8 is be prepared. I’ve learnt recently that to be considered to have reoccurring UTI’s you need to have at least 6 in year that have been reported and written on your notes at your local GP (this information is based on a call I had with my UK doctor in 2020.) I was given an email to send the report to, in which I included the colour and smell of wee, any other symptoms and how long they have gone on for and also photos of the home dipstick test I had done, including writing down the results as well as showing them. Make sure to end the email explaining what you want to have done with this info. In my case half the time I just want it added to my notes as I often manage to fight off the UTI with one sleepless night and gallons of water. It’s important to have a urine testing sticks and urine samples stocked in as well as the test needs to be taken when the UTI is at its worst and not once it becomes heavily diluted with water, as this results in an inaccurate and not representative result. The sample bottles are useful to have too as they allow you to take a sample to the GP ASAP. Best to check with your GP if this is acceptable as some will want you to wee into a bottle supplied by them. I’ll link below the products I use.

  • Container, 30ml here
  • Urine Test Strips here

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I think that is it… for now. I’ll be sure to let you know if I come across any more tips and tricks and I’d love to know if you guys have any other ways of handling reoccurring UTIs. Get in touch as I will happily add to this list.

Also as I mentioned at the beginning Nikitah and I have loved every second of writing this blog and we are starting to get that energy again we had at the beginning. Life in lockdown, as we all know, is a weird one and sometimes our lives right now seem a little lack lustre to share but hopefully we will have another post out soon!

UTWHYYYYY?! Part 1 – by Katie

So let me set the scene. 

It’s currently 5am and I’m sitting on the toilet with as many over the counter painkillers as I can possibly put in my body, hoping that by some miracle I’m going to be able to wash through this UTI* before I have to start getting ready for work…. That gives me 3 hours. I’m not feeling hopeful.

Let me set the scene further.

I woke up at 2am so I’m already 3 hours deep into this process. I’m pissing blood and I feel like my urethra has first-degree burns and I’ve decided this is the right time to start writing this as I’m hoping it’ll be some form of distraction from the excruciating pain in my crotch. Although I’m not sure that it is working and may have to go back to watching Tiktoks as that seems to be better at keeping my spirits up for the long journey ahead.

As much as I would like to say this is a one-off experience, that wouldn’t be quite true. I’d say I’ve had at least 100 UTI’s at this point in my life. Ranging from one night of having slightly painful wees, to the fall blown infection I am currently experiencing.

My first UTI was at about 2 and a half. Obviously my memories are slightly blurry from my toddler years so this has been filled in by my Mum. She says I always had problems with my nether regions. When I was in nappies, if my mum didn’t immediately change my nappy after I weed or pood my skin would erupt into a red rashy mess, taking mountains of Sudocrem and a fair few teary eyes to get through. She started to notice me crying and getting frustrated when I went to the toilet. I’d run to the toilet and not be able to pee, but then proceed to wet myself later on. As she had been a nurse previously, she was aware of the signs of UTI’s and proceeded to take me to the doctor who prescribed me a few courses of antibiotics.

I continued to have the same problems and UTI’s became a constant in my life. At 3 I was prescribed a prophylactic* daily dose of cephalexin* by a doctor and with the threat of me missing more school from UTIs there wasn’t really any other choice. Although antibiotics are often the best option, consistent and regular use can lead to your body building a resistance to them. There is always the risk of becoming allergic too, so this wasn’t a decision lightly taken. 

Even with the consistent medication I would still get the occasional full infection, leading to the need for another set of antibiotics. At 7 I was sent to have a DMSA scan* where you take a short-lived radioisotope, that goes directly to the kidneys once inside the body, and only stays radioactive for a few hours – giving doctors detailed pictures of my kidneys. They looked for any evidence of damage but didn’t seem to find anything and we were kind of left at square one again. 

That was until one day mum was talking to our neighbour at the time, who said her daughter had suffered from the same problem. They stopped giving her Ribena and the problem went away. This seemed to be too good to be true, but, after some digging and probably a sense of looming hopelessness, Mum heard about about a Kinesiologist* nearby who could test for intolerances.

Once we arrived the lady said I was so young that she sat me on mum’s lap, with our legs touching. Using a small glass vial filled with various foods, including blackcurrants (a main ingredient of Ribena), she would put the glass vials against my skin. Whilst doing so my mum would have her arm outstretched and the lady would push down on it whilst my mum resisted. On every food stuff my mum was able to keep her arm up, but when she put the glass vial of blackcurrants up to my arm she lost all strength and could not keep her arm up. So with that information mum decided to stop any drinking of Ribena and seemingly the UTI’s subsided after a couple weeks. Now, Mum is a trained nurse who worked the majority of her years in intensive care, and not often is she swayed by more alternative medicines, but this one is hard to explain away and at least in my opinion it seems pretty unexplainable.

And that was it…. well until I hit 18 and became sexually active. *Ding* *Ding* Round two here we come 😦 You’ll have to wait until next week to read the rest of my UTI journey, for some actual advice from someone who hasn’t found the answer (yet) but has dealt with a life long reoccurrence of them and has a few tricks up her sleeve to help with reducing them.

If anyone has had similar problems I would love to hear what you do and maybe I can add it into the advice list next week.

*UTI – A urinary tract infection (UTI) is an infection in any part of your urinary system — your kidneys, ureters, bladder and urethra. Most infections involve the lower urinary tract — the bladder and the urethra.

*Prophylactic – Preventive healthcare, or prophylaxis, consists of measures taken for disease prevention.

*Cephalexin – is an antibiotic that can treat a number of bacterial infections.

*DMSA scan – stands for dimercaptosuccinic acid. A DMSA scan uses radioactive chemicals to create special pictures of the kidneys. These pictures can help doctors assess how well the kidneys are working. DMSA travels through the body joined to a radioactive chemical. It builds up in the kidneys. Pictures of the kidneys are then taken using a special camera which can detect the radioactive chemical.

*Kinesiology – is a form of therapy that uses muscle monitoring (biofeedback) to look at imbalances that may be causing disease in the body. It aims to detect and correct imbalances that may relate to stress, nutrition or minor injuries. Kinesiology is not used to diagnose disorders.

The Dating Dilemma – by Nikitah

My last first kiss occurred nine months ago, mid-conversation, unexpected but direct. He leaned over as he stood to go to the bar, and our mouths met briefly. It was a polite kiss, assuming nothing but suggesting everything. It lasted forever but was over as soon as it began, asking a question to which the answer was yes: more, please. First kisses can be messy and awkward, the touching of teeth or the push of a tongue in a clumsy way evidencing the infantile excitement of the vulnerability that happens when you put your feelings into the hands of another. Ours was a soundless secret between two bodies, a sweet mix of warm air and the chips I stopped to buy that made me a few minutes late. I didn’t feel the earth move beneath me but there was a small shift in the gravity between us, setting our paths toward each other on a course for collision. At the end of the evening goodbyes were said with lips that smiled an unspoken promise that they would touch again, as they did upon each occasion until they met for the last time.

Since then, intimate acts have had to adapt. Over the last six months I’ve experienced something subtle, like the touch of two palms or the tucking of hair behind my ear, turn into a grasping of hands around the body of a phone, a desperate willing to merge into the surroundings at the other end of the video that remained intangible until travel permitted. What was once the softness of a lover’s whisper against my skin became an interruption of jarring Internet lag and background noise. The delicacy of lifting a stray eyelash from a face was a mouth frozen, mid-word, on screen, or a pixelated kiss shared across webcam.

Fantasy underpinned my waking hours, loneliness precluded by the dream of a reunion, memories preserved by a mind that rethought them endlessly. Lost in the illusion, the relationship disintegrated before it found space to grow; fruits picked before they had ripened, flowers pulled up mistaken for weeds. I tended to the produce in my garden and with each handful of sugared blackberries I picked, another soured the landscape that stretched between us. We were separated by 400 miles of miscommunication with the excess time to overthink the magnetism to which we were once tied so strongly. I still see his face in my head as I turn corners, remembering what it was like to walk down city streets hand in hand.


Now, it’s September and as my date stands to go to the bathroom, he puts on his mask obligingly and turns away from our table. Harrison does not lean over to kiss me; our skin does not touch all evening. We sit across from each other in a dimly lit pub in Waterloo, along a side street by the railway bridge, and I imagine reaching across the table to hold his hand. I look into his eyes and allow myself to float in the temporary distraction of his smile. We talk about our lives and find comforting similarity in the discovery that neither of us felt like they were where they should be. Our preoccupation with the world intersected at so many points I could have sat with him all night, if it wasn’t for the claw of feelings from the past that threatened to drown me as I tread water.

A drawing of the interior of the Imperial War Museum, as seen from a higher floor. The view looks down on 3 planes and a torpedo which hang from strings from the ceiling, with figures on the ground floor looking up. The visitors wear masks. One is dressed in a red shirt.
The Imperial War Museum

A few hours earlier I stood on the landing of the fourth floor of the Imperial War Museum, overlooking the landscape of flying machines below, wondering if he had actually gone to the bathroom or if he was instead making his escape to the front door. I peered over the edge, sifting through the drift of people below to see if his red shirt was amongst them. Deciding it wouldn’t be the worst outcome if he didn’t come back, I turned my attention away from the distant figures, neatly assembled on the floor like pieces in a board-game. I imagined myself jumping from the side of the balcony, landing in one of the planes which hung from the ceiling, starting the engine and piloting myself away from the unexploded confusion I felt inside. The vision was cut short as he tapped me on the shoulder, brows raised in anticipation, and we continued through the remainder of the exhibition as we had before.

I feel Harrison’s fingers in my hair as he carefully extracts a leaf that has blown there in the wind, and my body shivers for the kinds of closeness I’ve longed for but haven’t felt. He borders six feet; I stand at five foot three. His slender frame bends towards me like the branches of a tree, craning to hear my voice from behind a mask. He puts a hand on my back as we steer away from the other bodies in the narrow passageways of the museum. I recoil slightly, navigating around the tanks and aeroplanes as our individual trajectories continued to cross. How do we create and maintain acts of intimacy without physical touch? I didn’t feel myself drawn to him in the hypnotic way I itched to be pulled by; attraction disfigured by the shadow of social distancing that followed behind us like a chaperone.

I started to forget his face the moment we said goodbye. My memory filled in the gaps so that as I thought about him when I got home it was through the hazy lens of alcohol; remembering shared looks and small moments of conversation, the warmth of his arms as they wrapped around me in a masked farewell. It would have been easy to suggest we meet again, to learn his last name and the complexities that made up his person. To allow passing time to blur the uncertainty, imagining a connection invented with the same insistence as my lockdown fantasies. But so much has changed since that last first kiss.


I send the text as the changing leaves of Autumn fall to the ground. A dull panic sets in as I feel the potential seeping away; he was kind, attractive, interesting, but… It’s a hungover Sunday and a grey sky drifts outside my bedroom window, a reminder that I’m not ready to follow the seasons. I want to pick the leaves up, glue them back onto their branches. I think I’m mourning the loss of familiarity that comes with learning the depths of a new body. Although I look over moments of the past with fondness, I miss the intoxication, the feeling of spaces merging, the comfort of physical presence and belonging to someone with complete ease. I long for something new but moving forward with these interruptions to intimacy has dampened the hunger. I struggle to feel satiated without it, but my taste for it has turned stale.

Endings and beginnings overlap the present and past with the fantasy of future, and I’m confused by the complexity of crossing threads. My phone screen lights up as Harrison responds to the message; he feels the same way but is glad we met up for a date in a return to some semblance of normality. The dating dilemma is a puzzle that as of yet I haven’t managed to solve, but maybe right now I don’t need to.

To the man down the road (a poem) – by Katie

When out walking the dog, what happens if a stranger says hello? Do you greet them in return, smile politely and keep walking? What if they try to push the conversation, follow you during your walk and won’t stop?

To the man down the road

Walking the dog,
On the dirt road,
Strangers I meet,
Passing me swiftly.

Repeated head nods,
And smiles alike,
These known strangers,
With bound’ries I like.

Small talking is key,
Never amiss,
I know your dog,
But you, not so much.

One man I pass by,
Known face only,
He asks a lot,
As I smile along.

I must be polite,
Wanting to leave,
Hoping my dog,
Moves me on subtly.

I often leave fast,
Poor excuse used,
Hope no offence,
But have a nice day.

One day I came home,
Dog by my side,
He calls out “hey,”
I’m cringing inside.

He tries to talk more,
I refuse to come closer,
He asks what I do,
I try to leave faster.

I say I must go,
And he’s looking dismayed,
I walk home quickly,
Whilst glancing back swiftly.

A week goes passing,
No more problems afoot,
Until one night Dom
Interrupts my ev’ning.

He rides his bike near,
Unwelcomed in my space,
I try to walk on,
But the chit-chat persists.

He follows a bit,
Until I make distance,
I’m feeling bad now,
Why am I such a bitch?

I finish the walk,
Making mum collect me,
So I don’t pass by,
Where Dom last left me.

I know he’s no harm,
But I don’t feel safety,
I beat myself up,
Why do I feel so guilty?

My Journey to Recovery – by Esme Michaela

Content warning: this post contains eating disorder references.

Positive body image is always something that I’ve struggled with, ever since I was a kid, and it is definitely something that has always fed my eating disorder. As a child I would make all of the dolls and Barbies I played with look as skinny as possible, wrapping their dresses tight around their waists and stuffing their tops with toilet roll. I remember I would get frustrated if the Velcro on their clothes was a looser fit. To me, this was how I thought women should look. Once I hit my teenage years I would purposefully wear shoes with practically no sole in the bottom as I didn’t want to feel ‘big’ or take up more space than I already did. If I could go back to my younger self, I would tell her repeatedly; “take up space, take up space!”

My whole life I had known that I wanted to be an actor and once I finished school, at 18, I knew that I now had the opportunity to finally pursue it. Because of the way women are presented in the media I consumed, I always had this idea that to be successful I had to look a certain way. Since I was a child I had watched TV shows such as Friends. Because of the female representation in this program in particular I was convinced that successful actresses had to be as slim as Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox. Now I am in recovery I know that this is not the case; appearance does not equal talent. These women were put under such scrutiny about the way the look, Jennifer Aniston having to lose 25 pounds to play the role of ‘Rachel Green’ is a prime example of this, all because of diet culture and the male gaze.

Drawing of a girl crying as she watches a tv show in her bedroom.

When I was 20 I moved to New York to study acting, I would eventually stay there to start working. The programme that I was on called for being on camera, in front of our class, nearly every day. When I was a child I had always been praised for how photogenic I was and how comfortable I was in front of the camera. Once my eating disorder had started to run my life, however, this changed dramatically. Although I still loved acting and loved being on camera I constantly had this voice in my head telling me I looked awful and that to be successful, in acting or any areas of life, I must lose weight. 

Even though my weight was the lowest it has ever been in my teenage/adult life I still had exceptionally bad body image issues. But, because I had bought into the idea that being slim makes you happy and magics all of your insecurities away, it still wasn’t enough. I put my body through hell to achieve something that could only be reached by changing the way I think about how I look, not changing the way I look. Once I came to terms with having an eating disorder my body image issues went up and down like a yo-yo. One hour I could love everything about my body; the next I may not even want to exist because of how I looked.

It took me a myriad of ways to achieve even partial positive body image. One was taking clothed mirror selfies, and eventually taking part in Come Curious’ 30 day nude challenge, where I would take an un-posed naked picture of myself every day, with the aim to just accept the way I look naturally. Eventually I decided to start being open with the world about my struggles and journey, through posting about them on my instagram, @esmemichaela, and by having open and honest conversations with my friends and family. Even though at first I found this exceptionally scary, and still do sometimes, it has given me a body freedom that I have never felt before. I am able to look deeper into how the media doesn’t reflect reality and that social media, or fiction media is never an accurate representation of real people or real life. We are meant to have curves, fat and wobbly bits. People are beautiful because of who they are, not because of what they look like.

Learning to love myself and the way I look naturally, without restricting, dieting or over exercising, whilst still doing and eating the things I love and enjoy, is the best decision I ever made. Now I am a year into recovery I still have body image issues and I still have relapses, but I have to remind myself that, although it feels permanent, it is not. And I will feel better again, eventually.

by Esme Michaela


For ED resources and contacts, please visit Mind charity’s website here

Image credit: F**ks Given podcast

Click here for Come Curious’ F**ks Given podcast to listen to a body confidence discussion that informed the launch of their #30DayNudeChallenge

Image credit: Come Curious

Come Curious – @comecurious and on YouTube

Lockdown and its impact on my mental health – by Nikitah

Content warning: this post contains reference to sexual assault.

Over the past few months I have indulged in my anxiety. I have always found it difficult to leave the house on a ‘normal’ day, feeling cemented to the front doorstep for reasons I can’t explain. The introduction of lockdown brought with it the perfect excuse: I am not allowed to go outside. I usually feel uneasy on crowded train carriages, but now I don’t have to commute further than my living room. It’s become socially acceptable to cross the street if someone is approaching, keeping a distance from strangers is actively encouraged, and my bubble of personal space is now so protected it has merged with the walls surrounding me, encasing the small square of land where I know I will see nobody but my family; for the first month I did not leave the house, not even when we were allowed out once a day. I knew I was making life more difficult by refusing to confront my fears, but trying to understand how my brain decides what it’s scared of is exhausting and frustrating, so it was easier to stay indoors and not think about it.

Last weekend I saw a group of friends for the first time since lockdown began. We sat on garden chairs with cans of drink and baked goods, battling the inclemency of a wet Summer afternoon. I was apprehensive beforehand, wondering if I would remember how to socialise, what it would be like to venture further than a mile from my house, where I would go to the toilet. The feelings dissipated as soon as I arrived, melting in the warm company of friends I’ve known since I was 10 years old. But when I woke up the next day, an uneasiness had built in the pit of my stomach. Did I overshare? Was I weird? Did I drink too much? Was I too loud? Anxious thoughts offset a chain reaction of over-thinking, similar to The Fear experienced after a night out, when your brain tries to fill in the empty gaps of foggy memories, struck with the horror of imagining embarrassing past behaviour. As lockdown restrictions continue to ease over the coming weeks and months and we are allowed to see friends more often, I imagine these feelings will get more intense the more socially active I become.

The first month of lockdown was tough to navigate. I work freelance in the creative sector, taking on a mix of roles where I work from home and occasionally in London. My job, since before the WFH culture of the pandemic, means I don’t have a regular routine that takes me out of my parents’ house, or the income to move out of it yet. Usually, seeing friends and engaging in regular social activities integrates me within the outside world, preventing me from isolating myself which in turn keeps my anxiety at a manageable level. Not being able to do these things anymore was scarily comforting, and retreating into my own space during those weeks became a security blanket that has since proved difficult to shift.

Handwritten diagnosis from a GP. The diagnosis text reads: post traumatic stress disorder and low mood. The main symptoms of the condition are listed as: anxious, scared, stressed and low mood.
Notes from my GP

I was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety in 2017, after I experienced sexual assault in the halls of residence I lived in at uni. I had begun to feel isolated from my flatmates and was incredibly lonely, situated on the edge of a group I no longer felt a part of, surrounded by voices with words barely exchanged. I didn’t know how to talk about the way I was feeling. Within Indian households like the one I grew up in, the subject of mental health is not openly discussed or even acknowledged. Mental illness is highly stigmatised, culturally laced with shame and shrouded in the idea that it meant weakness. At school, someone who suffered from panic attacks was branded an attention seeker. If a classmate had depression it raised questions that perpetuated the uninformed belief that you shouldn’t be unhappy if you had no reason to be. 

Looking back on my teenage years, I wish I knew that it’s okay and actually a good thing to talk about the way we feel, to birth early on a culture where we are comfortable to open our emotions up to others without being whispered about as self obsessed. I started using the university counselling service as an outlet for the loneliness I was feeling. The PTSD meant I found it harder to do everyday things alone, like leaving my flat, doing the food shop or taking the bus without my friends. Through counselling I learned how to articulate the way I felt, and that speaking about what was happening inside my head and seeking help to understand it wasn’t shameful or embarrassing, but empowering and important to my wellbeing.

Today, the illusion of comfort lockdown created is tainted with frustration, knowing how much being indoors has regressed on all the progress I made before. Restless surges of energy are brought on by fleeting negative thoughts that stick to the insides of my head like glue, inflating into bigger ones before I can pull them down. I want to exercise more, but I am overwhelmed by the idea of the outside world; the fear is a quicksand that sucks me into a pit from which I struggle to climb out of. Frustration at the overwhelmingness fills my head to the point of bursting and I am unable to concentrate on anything else. The seeds of self-hate are planted, growing weeds in my brain that cast shade over positivity.

But it is possible to get through these feelings, however impossible it feels. I know that I function best when I have someone to do things with, so I’ve started to go for walks with my mum rather than trying to do it alone, which still feels daunting. Progress, however small, is still progress.

I signed up to Headspace Plus to try a new way of confronting my feelings. (Headspace is also offering a free year of plus membership to people who are unemployed or on furlough due to the pandemic in the UK and USA, details of which can be found at the bottom of this page.) Move Mode is like being with someone while out walking, who motivates you to keep going. A voice speaks in your ear as you move, grounding you to the moment, helping anxious thoughts not to spiral. It gives me something to focus on instead of worrying about being alone, or feeling the invisible eyes of strangers. Meditations for frustration and restlessness act in a similar way. In the times when I feel unable to help myself, there’s someone in my ear telling me what to do. I am finding a much needed balance to emotions in my brain, by learning how to regulate breathing when it becomes accelerated, and discovering how to allow negative thoughts to coexist with positive ones, rather than trying to drown them out (or being drowned by them.)

Notes I’ve collected: counselling appointments in my 2017 diary / a highlighted sheet on diagnosing depression from my Dad / information on crisis support from my university mentor / a blue sheet on mental health services from my first university counselling session / a typed letter by my counsellor, sent to my GP to explain my situation so I didn’t have to / two orange post-it notes written by my GP after an appointment / meditation resources written by a girl I met at work.

When I think about how much our lifestyles have upturned since lockdown began and the changes that have yet to come in our return to normality, I am fearful but hopeful. I remember the times when people in my life have helped me when I hadn’t wanted to help myself: my pharmacist father sharing medical notes on depression, my university mentor researching resources for me when I couldn’t do it for myself, a girl I met at work who shared a meditation to help with insomnia. These notes are folded away inside an old diary I keep in the drawer of my bedside table. I look at them on the occasions when I need the strength to remember how far I’ve come since those moments in 2017, that the kindness of people who have been in and out of my life has helped, and that however stuck I’m feeling in a particular moment, things can and will change.


Headspace is offering a free year of its plus subscription for people in the UK and USA who are unemployed or on furlough because of the pandemic. You can sign up here.

If you are in need of support for sexual assault you can access resources here.

Some podcasts I listen to are All in the Mind by BBC Radio 4, The Happiness Lab with Dr. Laurie Santos, Bryony Gordon’s Mad World and Happy Place with Fearne Cotton.

A list of places I’ve avoided because of boys (Part 2)

Have you ever avoided a particular place, perhaps a bar or a venue, maybe at a specific time, because you consciously or subconsciously associate it to a particular person, one you’d rather not see? We’re definitely guilty of it. If you missed part 1 you can read it here.

Katie. Now to continue with the destruction of my character… Unfortunately the next few are much more recent and more cringe as I haven’t got the excuse of my 18-year-old naivety to hide behind. So regretfully I admit that THIS IS ALL ME, BABY!

4. All Suburbs of Cape Town, South Africa

I used to date a guy from Cape Town. We met over a summer when he was working in the UK, and by the time he made his return and I went to uni I felt like everything was set. I was in love, at least I thought I was. He was super affectionate and very very fit, and I misguidedly thought these qualities made him better than me, and that I was lucky to be dating him. Spoiler alert, this would turn out to probably be the other way around (not to be cocky.)

My student loan dropped and I immediately bought plane tickets to visit him in January. But one month into being apart, problems were beginning to show. I wouldn’t say he was controlling but he was very stroppy and pretty self-absorbed. If I chose to do something with my friends over talking to him on the phone for hours on end, he would first ignore me before sending cryptic messages. “I can’t believe you would do this,” “you want to hang out with your friends over me,” and his favourite, go-to line: “I see how little I mean to you now, I thought you loved me.” Consoling him was honestly exhausting, so I began to lie about whatever I was doing. I was being treated like I had cheated when all I did was go to the local pub with my four, mostly coupled up, housemates. A few months after the lying began I started looking into how to get a refund for my flight if I decided to cancel. The potential of a small return seemed pretty positive as I thought any kind of refund was off the cards; now I wasn’t wasting the £600 I spent on tickets, my future seemed a little less locked in. 

Then the big argument came. I had avoided telling him my doubts, knowing it would end in a barrage of accusations about my lack of devotion towards him. I can’t even remember what it was about, which shows how painfully insignificant and ridiculous it all was. All I know is it ended with him crying his eyes out over FaceTime, repeating “so this is it? You want to leave me?” over and over. I couldn’t get a word in, and felt so bad I tried to make myself cry. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t devastated, even though if anything I was overwhelmingly relieved. The argument couldn’t have come sooner as it gave me a way out. The call ended, followed by a stream of angry texts calling me a whore in increasingly creative ways. Luckily I have a great friend who is brilliant in the art of distraction so I didn’t fall into a hole of despair and ended the night with my gal signing me up for the next season of First Dates, providing a lot of much needed entertainment.

If I bumped into him now I don’t know how he would react which I think makes it slightly worse. He was never loud or aggressive but he could be very manipulative and bitchy and I just don’t want that in my life. To the untrained eye, my avoidance of every suburb of Cape Town probably seems a bit drastic but unfortunately because I don’t pay attention I can’t actually remember the exact name of the place I’m avoiding. So just to be safe, all suburban areas within the Cape Town vicinity are off limits.

An illustration of a plane on a yellow background, with pink lines leading to the destination X. A fragment of a plane tickets describes the destination as Cape Town. The passenger's name is Katie.

5. EE Store, Maidstone

I need to preface this by saying this one is definitely my fault and not at all the man in question’s fault. I am just a moron.

I was buying a new phone and wanted to transfer my data over from my old phone. This was back when you could still do this in-store instead of all the weird app and cloud shit you have to do now that no one understands. You would basically leave your phone at the store for an hour or so and they’d move all your contacts, photos and other stuff over for you whilst you went for a wander in town. They showed me the beginning of the process before I left: you could see everything moving over to the new device as it previewed on the phone screen. I was happy it was all getting sorted and when I returned an hour later, I noticed a big grin on the faces of the three men in the store. They smirked as the one I spoke to before approached me to return my phone, saying to have a nice day. 

I left feeling a little confused, like something had happened that I hadn’t realised. I checked to see if I’d split my pants or something, but nothing was amiss. After entering my car it hit me. There were a few, maybe a couple more than a few nudes on my phone, and every single one would have previewed fully on my phone screen as the transfer went through. Just to clarify for all of you who aren’t aware, I am a MORON.

I know none of you are going to believe me but they weren’t sex nudes and I wasn’t sending them to anyone. They were mainly for me to feel good about myself after the aforementioned break up. Luckily they weren’t crotch shots and actually they were pretty tasteful, only showing ass whilst covering all the explicit areas. Regardless I was hit with a severe dose of embarrassment and from that day forward I have avoided that specific EE Store in Maidstone. Even though the likelihood of seeing those exact staff members again and them recognising me is pretty low.

An illustration of 3 phone screen sections, each with part of a naked female body on the screen.

6. Big flat block in Nottingham (I don’t know what it’s called but could definitely point it out)

It was the Christmas break and I was home from uni enjoying the festive spirit. Newly single, I was excited for the freedom of not having a boy to look after and the potential for new romance. My phone buzzed and looked down to see a text from a friend of a friend I had met a couple times. We had got on very well and he was my type to a T, so it’s safe to say I was pretty excited for the texting to begin. 

January came around and we were still messaging, and when I went back up to Loughborough we finally started meeting up. This would consist of going to each other’s houses, getting drunk and then falling asleep. After this happened a few times, I suggested we went out in town instead. He clearly wasn’t interested, and although I sensed something was up, I was so excited to be talking to someone new so I just brushed it off as him being in a bad mood. Unfortunately that seemed to become the trend of our “relationship.” He would often ghost me for a week at a time, only to return with an apology that he’d been feeling down. The little naive soul I was, I’d forgive and forget and carry on texting, despite being exhausted by his constant ups and downs. I never knew where I stood with him, but as we had mutual friends I felt like I needed to act like I was OK with his behaviour even though on the inside I wanted to cry.

Eventually we had our final meet up at his flat. I was wrecked already and ended up getting a taxi there even though it was hella expensive. In my mind I was going to sort it all out and clear up what was happening between us. Of course, the alcohol had really kicked in by the time I arrived, so the plan went out the window. I can’t remember much of that night other than there definitely being an awkward energy. After this “date” we exchanged a few texts but after he ghosted me this time, he returned with a message saying that it was over. Often I see my alcohol black-outs as a bad thing but in this case I think it was a God-send; if I had any memories of that night, I’d probably have analysed every second of it to try and figure out what went wrong. Eventually I was informed he got back with his ex about a month later, which answered all my questions regarding why we never went out, why he was ghosting me, why he was so awkward the last time I saw him. 

In hindsight I can see that it was never going to work. Back then I would have been so happy to accidentally bump into him and go for spontaneous drinks, where we realised we still liked each other like they do in the movies – but now even the idea of being anywhere near his flat is enough to make myself cringe at the thought of how much I was infatuated with him. So for that reason that big flat block in Nottingham is out of bounds.

An illustration of a map of Nottingham, marking the boundary of the 'danger zone' and 'cringe line' with a blue marker at a location near Lace Market.

7. Oak Tavern and Tap House Pub, Sevenoaks

I was dating a guy one summer and I thought it was going pretty well. He was smart and such a gentleman and I was really starting to like him. 3 months in I got a text (a text!) out of the blue (when I was in the bath!) basically saying he didn’t see much point in us continuing because I was going back to uni and he didn’t want to do long distance. I was heart-broken, balling my eyes out to my friends over the phone. I felt like I was stuck in an unlucky loop, always starting to really like someone only for them to suddenly end it. I had always responded to these let-downs like it was fine, even trying to make them feel better for breaking up with me. But this time I was going to make a stand, and by stand I mean I ended up not responding to his break-up message for about a month.

A year passed and I was back home after graduating. We hadn’t spoken at all and I had even dated a few people since him; honestly he’d been forgotten. Guess who pops up again, out of the blue? He would message me, often in response to an Instagram story, and I would of course reply and he’d always ghost me. I was getting frustrated. Why was he talking to me after so long? One night he made the ill-fated decision to contact me whilst I was out drinking which meant my balls were heavily inflated, and I ended up calling him out. He responded with the most lame, bullshit response ever. “I’m not really texting you for any reason. Like I don’t want anything, sorry.” I saw red, Why the fuck would you message an ex for no reason? It’s not like we have mutual friends or bump into each other often. We don’t need to be amicable because we don’t know each other anymore so WHY ARE YOU MESSAGING ME?!?

Unfortunately for him I wasn’t just angry about his reply, I was also generally pissed off with the way boys treated me when I dated them. I was a door mat and they would come in with muddy boots and wipe their shit all over me and I would just always be cool with it. I had had enough. I ended up writing a long message saying how it’s not at all okay to message exes for no reason and how it’s just playing with peoples feelings and that if I dated someone for 3 months I would have the balls to break up with them in person. I’m not saying he deserved my full rage but it felt good to finally tell someone that it’s not okay to be a dick to me.

Anyways you’re probably wondering what this has to do with a pub. His favourite bar was the Oak Tavern and Tap House Pub in Sevenoaks and I avoid it with a wide radius as bumping into him will be super awkward after I gave him that much grief and I am not emotionally prepared for that now or ever.

An illustration of 4 phones with lit up screens on a table from above, surrounded by drinks cups on green coasters. The text in a green speech bubble says: "Why are you messaging me? What do you want?!" in capital letters.

Nikitah. There have been many places I’ve avoided because of boys, and gone to embarrassingly great lengths to do so. Crippled with the cringe of remembering the memories that turned sour, I’ve avoided blanket areas of square mileage where I know they work / their last known address / the locations of past failed dates / public areas where, out of all the layers of time, passing tubes and winding streets of London, we’ve found ourselves in the same place at the same time, no longer dating each other (this has happened multiple times) – they’ve laughed at me (once), they’ve awkwardly left (twice) or we’ve unwisely left the venue together (thankfully just once). Here are a few more of my spectacular avoidances.

4. Skiing / Kennington

Although I have never skied, I can appreciate that it is more of an activity than a place. I tend to avoid conversations about skiing, places where conversations about skiing are being held, as well as physical skiing. Since I live in south-east England (not a mountain range in sight) you’d think it would be easy to avoid skiing; trust me, it is not. A few months before I graduated, I (22) started dating a boy (24) met on Bumble. He suggested we meet on the Tamesis, a boat docked on the banks of the River Thames. I accepted the offer; it was a conveniently short walk from my university, but, as it turned out, an even shorter walk from his flat (probably why he suggested it.) 

The first red flag was when, whilst holding my hands, he told me I should cut my nails because they were “too long.” I took personal offence to this, as I take great pride in my nail upkeep. The second red flag was when, during our third date, he soberly informed me that the third date meant sex (in my opinion, you can have sex on any date if and when both parties want to), and the third red flag was an actual flag hanging on his living room wall which said “Saturdays are for the Boys.” If you’re wondering why I agreed to a third date after the nail-gate of date one: I am a big fan of trains, and in all honesty I think I was more attracted to his special edition Oyster card, adorned with a celebration of the London bus, than I was to him. 

To cut a long story short, he was obsessed with “getting out of the city” to ski, which would form basis of most of his conversation. Suffice to say we had little in common, which would have led to an amiable parting of ways, but alas, he ghosted me. I bumped into him a few months later, on a busy street in Central London. Not a single word was exchanged; he instead laughed in my face before walking away. Obviously this left me mortified and I now have to avoid Kennington, his last known address, and skiing – because a.) I don’t relate and b.) God forbid we bump into each other on the ‘slopes.’

An illustration of 3 red flags.

5. The lift at work

We swiped right and engaged in average banter over the course of an evening. I was 23, I think he was 27. It transpired we were almost neighbours; I moved out of my south London flat three months before he moved into his, a few doors away. “Lucky we don’t live down the road from each other, you wouldn’t be able to keep away!” More messages were exchanged along this vein, but since forced innuendo was not my conversation category of choice, I had decided to ghost him – unfortunately instead I drunkenly gave out my number at 4am a few nights later.

An illustration of a text conversation from "Somewhere in February, 2019." The conversation text in speech bubbles reads: "Someone was up late last night" "Lol, who's this?" "No need to be rude. You gave me your number last night on Tinder."

I blocked him shortly after because I didn’t want to deal with a boy who misinterpreted my sense of humour for rudeness. I started an internship in London a week later, in a tall building on The Strand. In a lift one lunchtime, the doors opened on a lower floor and he walked straight inside… We shared uncomfortable eye contact, each aware of who the other person was, and I silently prayed that he wouldn’t say anything. When the doors opened on the ground floor I exited, putting it down to an awkward coincidence that would definitely never happen again. A quick search on LinkedIn confirmed his identity; he did indeed work in the same building as me and it was him in the lift. 

The following week, I got the lift and he again stepped in a few floors down. It was crowded so he had to stand right next to me. There was a tension in the air and I thought the only way the situation could get any worse was if the lift broke down with just the two of us in it. I messaged a friend about the encounter on my way home. “You’re stuck in a Rom-Com! Maybe this is the universe’s way of telling you that he’s the one!” (It was not.)

Sexual Assault Resources

This list of resources has been compiled to help those affected by rape and sexual assault, with additional educational resources for people supporting them. We will continue to update the sections of this list with new links as we find them.

  • Get help right now: phone numbers to call
  • If you need help yourself
  • If you want to help someone else*
  • Instagram accounts
  • Books
  • Articles*
  • Podcasts*
  • Watch*
  • Websites
  • Legal Advice

*these sections contain links to personal accounts of sexual assault that might be triggering. Please visit this link for tips by RAINN for consuming media as a survivor.


0808 802 9999 – National Rape Crisis Helpline (England and Wales)
0808 800 5005 – National Male Survivor Helpline (England and Wales)
0808 801 0302 – Rape Crisis Helpline (Scotland)

  • A list of UK national helplines here
  • Find your nearest crisis centre here (England and Wales) and here (Scotland)
  • Find your nearest UK NHS sexual assault referral centre (SARC) here

1-800-656-4673 – RAINN
1-888-843-4564 – LGBT National Hotline
A list of USA national helplines here
COVID-19 Resources in the USA – here
A list of hotlines and chats by The Left Ear – here

What’s it like phoning a rape crisis helpline? read here

What to do
  • NHS information about specialist medical attention/forensics here
  • Coronavirus: current support for victims of sexual violence and abuse here.
  • You don’t have to report what happened, but if you’d like more information on how to report in the UK then click here

If you think you’ve been spiked and/or assaulted, someone you trust should take you to your nearest A&E department. Tell the medical staff that you think your drink’s been spiked. Most drugs leave the body within 72 hours (the date rape drug GHB leaves the body within 12 hours), so it’s important to be tested as soon as possible. More info here

What to do if you are abroad
If you are a British national and have been affected by sexual assault abroad, click here for information and guidance on what to do and who to contact, including how to access medical treatment and legal advice in the UK. Visit Rape Crisis Network Europe here

Resources in the short-term

  • Read this if you’re confused or experiencing self-doubt: Was I raped? 17 situations to consider – here
  • Also read this: thinking about consent and unwanted sex – here
  • Common reactions and feelings – here
  • Getting help – Citizens Advice here
  • What to do if you have been sexually harassed, assaulted or raped on campus (UK) here
  • What to do if you’re facing sexual harassment and discrimination at work – updated information for WFH (UK) here and here
  • Support for telling loved ones about sexual assault – here
  • How to Talk About Sexual Assault with Your Parents – here
  • A Note to Survivors Who Aren’t Ready to Share Their Sexual Assaults – here
  • Read this if you feel ‘guilty’ for not wanting to report or share your story – here
  • More websites listed at the bottom of this page

Resources in the long-term

  • Not sure where to start? here
  • Tools to help cope here
  • Recovery help guide here
  • NHS self-help guide here
  • Caring for yourself – a free E-learning resource here
  • Recovering from sexual violence here
  • Self-care after trauma here and @usingourvoice here
  • Post-traumatic stress disorder here
  • Coping with flashbacks here
  • Managing the physiological and emotional effects of trauma here
  • Understanding dissociation here
  • Resources for LGBTQ community here
  • How to cope if you’ve been sexually abused, a guide for young people – here

Comprehensive list of websites and resources offering support here
Further list of PDF support documents here

How to support someone else

  • Tips for talking with survivors here
  • Identifying grooming behaviours – @anarchopuppyism here
  • Drug-facilitated sexual assault and how to know if you/someone around you is drugged – @unspoken_change here
  • Rape and its effects, including a reading list here
  • How to support survivors – @usingourvoice here
  • How can you help sexual assault victims online? – @teenpeeradvocates here
  • A guide for friends and family here
  • How to respond and support here
  • Finding out your child has been sexually abused – here
  • Caring for Kids: What Parents Need to Know about Sexual Abuse – fact and support document here
  • If a child tells you about abuse – here
  • How to help a friend – here
  • When Your Partner Was Sexually Abused as a Child, a guide – here
  • 10 pieces of advice for helping a partner who has been sexually assaulted – here

Educational resources

Definitions and statistics are useful to understand if you’re supporting someone who’s shared their story with you. Here is a list of resources to help address common myths and answer any questions you might have. Some of these links contain personal accounts that might be triggering or upsetting.

  • What is the legal definition of rape? (England and Wales) here
  • Facts and legal definitions about sexual violence (Scotland) here
  • Sexual violence statistics (England and Wales) here
  • Definitions of sexual violence here
  • What is consent? NHS – here
  • The realities of sexual violence on college campuses (USA) – @niceforwhatmvmt here
  • Some useful definitions – @usingourvoice here
  • USA Criminal Justice System statistics here
  • Myths and Facts about Sexual Misconduct – here
  • This is rape culture – @heal.and.chill here
  • Rape Culture, Victim Blaming, And The Facts – here
  • What is stealthing? here and article in The Guardian here
  • What is upskirting? here
  • NHS information on drink spiking and date rape drugs here
  • What is image based sexual abuse? here
  • How ‘provocative clothes’ affect the brain and why it’s no excuse for assault – The Guardian here
  • If you’re wondering why sexual assault victims don’t come forward immediately – BBC Article here and a comprehensive article here
  • Understand why people don’t report their assaults – here
  • About people who’ve been assaulted by someone they’ve met on a dating app – here
  • Read/watch: Why we often don’t believe women who report sexual assault – here
  • We can believe women and seek due process at the same time – Washington Post here
  • Why we should believe survivors – here
  • Old enough to know better? 16-17 year olds and sexual exploitation – here
  • People often defend an alleged rapist’s character. Here’s why you should doubt them – here
  • False accusations: Men are more likely to be raped than be falsely accused of rape – article here

Understanding the effects of sexual assault

  • FAQs and Mythbusting here
  • The effects of trauma from sexual assault/abuse – @usingourvoice here
  • What are the effects of sexual assault? – here
  • Understanding the effects of sexual violence – here
  • Realities of recovering from sexual assault that are not talked about – @niceforwhatmvmt here

Sometimes, reading articles and books can be an overwhelming source of information, and an inaccessible resource if you are unable to invest excess money or time. Following Instagram accounts can be a helpful and free means to bring information to you, rather than seeking it out.



  • @wecantconsentto – We Can’t Consent To This is a campaign to end the use of “rough sex” defences in the UK
  • @ourstreetsnow – Movement to end public sexual harassment in the UK
  • UK says no more, national campaign to raise awareness to end domestic abuse and sexual violence across the UK – here

When you’ve experienced something traumatic, it can be difficult to process emotions and understand or describe how you’re feeling. In the long-term, listening and reading to other people speak about experiences, autobiographical and fictional, can help you to understand that you aren’t alone in what you’re feeling, and hearing someone else articulate their emotions can often enable you to make sense of your own.

Non fiction

  • Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture – edited by Roxane Gay
    This is a collection of honest, personal essays that explore a range of topics connected to rape culture.
  • Know My Name: the survivor of the Stanford sexual assault case tells her story – Chanel Miller
  • I Have The Right To: A High School Survivor’s Story Of Sexual Assault, Justice And Hope – Chessy Prout
  • Queering Sexual Violence: Radical Voices from Within the Anti-Violence Movement – edited by Jennifer Patterson
  • Missoula: Rape and the Justice System in a College Town – Jon Krakauer
  • History of Violence – Édouard Louis

Non fiction – educational

  • Asking for it: The alarming rise of rape culture and what we can do about it – Kate Harding
  • Rage Becomes Her – Soraya Chemaly
  • Why Women Are Blamed For Everything: Exploring the Victim Blaming of Women Subjected to Violence and Trauma – Dr Jessica Eaton
  • What We Talk About When We Talk About Rape – Sohaila Abdulali
  • Everyday Sexism – Laura Bates


  • Pretending – Holly Bourne
  • Speak – Laurie Halse Anderson
  • The Red Word – Sarah Henestra
    Related article: Understanding the banality of rape – here
  • What Red Was – Rosie Price
  • An Untamed State – Roxane Gay
  • Below Deck – Sophie Hardcastle (link to Sophie’s essay below)
  • The Round House – Louise Erdrich
  • The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
  • The Way I Used to Be – Amber Smith
  • His Favorites – Kate Walbert
  • 13 Reasons Why – Jay Asher

Reading list by the New York Times here
Young Adult reading list here

Contains links to personal accounts of sexual assault that might be triggering.

Personal stories

  • A year ago I was raped. Here’s what I have learned – The Guardian here
  • Stanford rape case: Chanel Miller’s statement – here
  • Hideous Men | Donald Trump assaulted me in a Bergdorf Goodman dressing room 23 years ago. But he’s not alone on the list of awful men in my life – E Jean Carroll here
  • Why my rape was anti-climactic – Laura Hunter-Thomas here
  • ‘My Sexual Assault Wasn’t That Bad’—and Other Normalizations That Need to Stop – Nina Rubin here
  • Teen Vogue’s thread of articles called “Not Your Fault” – here
  • “Rape Joke” a poem by Patricia Lockwood here
  • My life in sex: ‘Over time, sex became something I could speak about’ The survivor who refuses to be defined by trauma – The Guardian here
  • Your Friends and Rapists: How dick culture permits the crime – Sarah Nicole Prickett here
  • On Not Being A Victim – Mary Gaitskill here
  • Prey – Kathleen Hale here
  • Survivors of sexual assault need more support from universities – Waithera Sebatindira, Gal-dem here

Other articles

  • “Boys will be boys and she was asking for it” How the Media Perpetuates Victim Blaming and the Rape Myth in Rape Cases – Arianny Cabrera here
  • ‘When you go to the police, you think everything will be OK’: the woman fighting for victims of crime – The Guardian here
  • Where are the Black girls in our CSA services, studies and statistics? – Jahnine Davis here
  • “Promising Young Woman” Aims to Redeem the Rape-Revenge Tale. Does It? – Jourdain Searles here
  • After Weinstein, it’s time to say no to the cliched line that rape is about power, not sex – The Guardian here
  • ‘Where The Voices Aren’t: moral accountability at the end of the earth’ (Are men (still) beasts? Rebecca West’s Legacy in the Time of #METOO) by Sophie Hardcastle here
  • Why Men Still Defend Sexual Predators and Fight the #MeToo Movement – here
  • Enough: Crime and Composure – Natalie Eilbert here
  • What sort of sex do women really want? – Louise Perry (campaigner against sexual violence) here
  • ‘A man tried to choke me during sex without warning’ – BBC here
  • Still Doubt Online Harassment Is Real? Read @SheRatesDogs – here

That engage with personal stories

These podcasts reference personal accounts of sexual assault that might be triggering.

  • After: surviving sexual assault – BBC Radio (sharing first person stories and how they cope now)
  • The Left Ear – powerful, personal stories left as voicemails to Dakota Johnson
  • The Heart Radio: No (Soundcloud) here
  • SAFE Berks – The PEOPLE Chronicles Radio, a safe haven and ongoing support system
  • She Says – here
  • This Happened – here
  • Survivor Sisters
  • Journey On: Survivors Healing from Sexual Abuse & Assault – D.J.Burr

Further listening recommendations by Life Continues After – here

Other podcasts
These podcasts discuss sex, dating, relationships and bodily autonomy in ways that are educational, empowering and relatable.

  • Beyond Today – BBC Radio 4
  • All in the Mind – BBC Radio 4
  • Sex Power Money – Sara Pascoe
  • The Pleasure Podcast – Naomi Sheldon and Anand Patel
  • Lalalaletmeexplain
  • Project Pleasure – Anouszka and Frankie
  • Things You Can’t Ask Yer Mum – Lizzy Hadfield & Lindsey Holland
  • The Guilty Feminist – Deborah Frances-White
  • The Receipts Podcast
  • The Gurls Talk Podcast
  • The Sex Wrap Podcast
  • F**ks Given – Studio71 UK & Come Curious
  • What Women Want with Amy Annette
  • Private Parts Unknown – Courtney Kocak & Sofiya Alexandra
  • The Sex Ed – Liz Goldwyn
  • The Happiness Lab with Dr. Laurie Santos – Pushkin Industries
  • Happy Place – Fearne Cotton
  • Adulting – Oenone Forbat
  • Guilt and Shame Podcast


  • Freedom Writers Project – #20 Sexual Abuse Survivors: “You Are Not Alone”
  • Therapy Chat – 27: Sexual Assault Is Not Someone Else’s Problem!
  • Therapy for Black Girls – Session 18: Healing After A Sexual Assault
  • Paging Dr. NerdLove – #83 – What Terry Crews Can Teach Us About Standing Up For Male Victims
  • The Intimate Lifestyle – EP106: Male Survivors of Sexual Assault with Don Wright
  • The Sex Wrap – Episode 108: How do I have sex again after traumatic sex?
  • Lalalaletmeexplain – We Can’t Consent To This

Contains links to accounts of sexual assault that might be triggering.
Tips for Survivors on Consuming Media – RAINN here


  • I May Destroy You – BBC iPlayer here
  • Nudes: Three teenagers are plunged into a nightmare when their sex lives are shared online. What do you do when private content goes public? – BBC iPlayer here
  • 13 Reasons Why – Netflix – based on the book by Jay Asher
  • Sex Education – Netflix
  • Big Little Lies – based on the book by Liane Moriarty
  • The Handmaid’s Tale – based on the novel by Margaret Atwood
  • Sharp Objects – based on the novel by Gillian Flynn


  • Sex & Lies: The Truth About Drunk Consent – BBC iPlayer here
  • The Night in Question, Louis Theroux – BBC iPlayer here
  • Is This Sexual Harassment? – BBC iPlayer here
  • The Warwick Uni Rape Chat Scandal – BBC iPlayer here
  • Bombshell – a film about sexual harassment at Fox News


List of other websites here


Information on how to report rape and sexual assault in the UK here

(UK) Rights of Women – www.rightsofwomen.org.uk
A women’s charity working to provide women with legal advice
Further legal advice and support can be found here

  • From Report to Court: A handbook for adult survivors of sexual violence here (A resource which explains the different stages of the legal process, from the point of deciding whether to report the incident to the police, through to the trial, the outcome of the trial and sentence.)
  • If you are thinking about reporting to the police and need some information or support you can call Rape Crisis South London’s Independent Sexual Violence Advocate on 0208 683 3311

How Two Girls Are Teaching Students Their Rights to Fight Campus Sexual Assault – Teen Vogue here – info on your Title IX rights as a student in the USA

Anti-racism resources

*Scroll down for petitions and educational resources*

Afternoon Delight was created by two friends as a space to make noise about the uncomfortable, taboo subjects we tend to avoid in ‘polite’ conversations, in order to normalise their discussion and help others understand they aren’t alone in their thoughts or experiences. This is a platform intended to empower voices and learn from each other’s stories. In light of the reality of events happening right now in America and here in the UK, we’ve stopped posting unrelated content in order to keep attention focussed on what’s important; now more than ever is the time for uncomfortable conversations.

What we would like to do here is encourage everyone who can to have a look at the following links to see how you can aid the movement. Useful resources on how to start conversations about racism are also highlighted on our Instagram story.

BLACK LIVES MATTER CARD is a great place to start with petitions for people based in the USA here and educational resources here.

NHS CHARITIES TOGETHER has launched a Covid-19 Urgent Appeal to support NHS staff, volunteers and patients, with a “particular focus on support for people who are disproportionately affected by the Covid crisis, such as patients and staff from the BAME communities and high-risk groups like those living with disabilities.”

If you don’t have the money to give but do have some time to spare: put this video on in the background without skipping any ads as the money from the ad revenue is given to Black Lives Matter charities.

As these are listed on the UK Gov’s website, all petitions that get more than 10,000 signatures will be responded to, and 100,000 signatures will consider the petition for debate in Parliament. A full list of open petitions on the gov site can be found here. Since there is no guarantee the government will debate these petitions, you can sign them on Change.org here

As Gina Martin writes, “petitions are best used as a tool to agitate those in power, demonstrating public interest and keeping an issue on the agenda.”

  • Teach Britain’s colonial past as part of the UK’s compulsory curriculum
    “Currently, it is not compulsory for primary or secondary school students to be educated on Britain’s role in colonisation, or the transatlantic slave trade. We petition the government to make education on topics such as these compulsory, with the ultimate aim of a far more inclusive curriculum.”
  • Introduce Mandatory Ethnicity Pay Gap Reporting
    “Much like the existing mandatory requirement for employers with 250 or more employees must publish their gender pay gap. We call upon the government to introduce the ethnicity pay gap reporting. To shine a light on race / ethnicity based inequality in the workplace so that they can be addressed.”
  • Create an independent investigatory commission to help protect ethnic minorities
    “We need the UK government to create an independent investigation commission to investigate cases involving the death, maltreatment &  discrimination of people of colour and ethnic minorities. To hold Anybody accountable for their action be that the police, government or members of the public.”
  • Add education on diversity and racism to all school curriculums
    “Racism is a problem that affects all members of society. It is important to deconstruct taught ideas of racism to children so they do not go on to become perpetuators or victims of racism. At the moment classes about racism and diversity are not mandatory and this should be changed.”
  • Making the UK education curriculum more inclusive of BAME history
    “Rewrite the education curriculum to be more inclusive of BAME history – making topics on the historical and current impacts of European colonisation, institutional racism and slavery on BAME societies compulsory for all UK students to learn. As well, as celebration of BAME history and cultures.”
  • Improve Maternal Mortality Rates and Health Care for Black Women in the UK
    “Black Women in the U.K. are 5 times more likely to die during pregnancy and after childbirth compared to White Women (MBRRACE, 2019). We need more research done into why this is happening and recommendations to improve health care for Black Women as urgent action is needed to address this disparity.”
  • Condemn the US government for the use of force against its citizens
    “The Government of the United Kingdom should issue a statement condemning the actions of the United States government for acts of force against their own people and that if these acts continue diplomatic actions should be taken.”

And a reminder to confirm your email address after you’ve signed!

In addition to this, you can write a letter, email or Tweet of support to your local MP. If you’re using an email template, make sure to edit the text so the email isn’t flagged as spam in their inbox, and include your full name and address as proof that you are a constituent.

Instagram is great means to spread educational resources. Here are some posts we’ve found useful. (If you are on your phone, view this page in Safari or other web browser app and these links will open in your Instagram app, where you can save them to read in your own time.)


  • Being an anti-racist ally – @officialmillennialblack here
  • 10 steps to non-optical allyship – @i_weigh here
  • Performative activism – @andrearanaej here
  • Performative vs authentic allyship – @seerutkchawla here
  • How to ally – @wastefreemarie here
  • Are you an ally or an accomplice? – @cicelyblainconsulting here
  • 9 mistakes white people make when fighting for racial justice – @jenerous here
  • Chronic allyship – @drjotengii here
  • How can I keep working on being an ally everyday? – @rhymeswithhellstudio here
  • Key things to remember at a protest – @ldnblm here
  • 4 things the non-Black community can do long-term – @ukjamii here
  • 100 ways white people can make life less frustrating for people of colour – @privtoprog here
  • What to do if you can’t protest on the streets for Black Lives Matter – @galdemzine here
  • So you’ve been to a protest – what to do next – @wowsancho here

Important terms to be aware of

  • Important terms for talking about race and identity – @blairimani here
  • A non-exhaustive list of definitions you should be aware of when educating yourself about racism – @lifestylewithlee_ here
  • What are microaggressions? – @theconsciouskid here
  • This account puts microaggressions under the lens – @macro.aggressions
  • White fragility – @seerutkchawla here
  • The model minority myth – @decolonialbulaklak here
  • Racist compliments – @taiiybaali here
  • An introduction to colorism – @mayarichardsun here

Why should we have conversations about racism?

  • 8 lessons about racism that were helpful to me as a white person – @shityoushouldcareabout here
  • Here’s a few responses to hesitations you might have – @maneaddicts here
  • Systemic racism statistics – @the.love.therapist here
  • What to say when white people continue to post normal Instagram content – @cam__alejandra here

Useful conversation starters

  • How to refocus the conversation on what’s important – @liana.teresa here
  • How to have difficult conversations – @the.love.therapist here
  • How to educate others about racism – @uomfeministcollective here
  • Free resources to help you understand racism and practise anti-racism – @fitforaqueer here
  • A template of responses to racist comments – @sineadbovell here
  • Are you talking to your kids about race? – @deepadevlukia here
  • Why you need to stop saying “all lives matter” – @rachel.cargle here
  • What to say when people deny the reality of what’s happening right now – @dwardslife here
  • How to talk to your family about racism – @jenerous here
  • How to respond to common racist statements – @wastefreemarie here
  • How to call out anti-Blackness in the South Asian community – @heleenatattoos here
  • 14 workplace microaggressions and what to say instead – @insider here
  • Common microagressions unknowingly used by healthcare professionals – @saiebear here
  • Why do people say defund the police – @jennyslate here


  • Racism and the UK: What they didn’t teach us in school – @das.penman here
  • Slavery was never fully abolished in the US – @theslowfactory here
  • Understanding the Windrush scandal – @hali__b here
  • A timeline of Windrush discrimination – @imanrosiecoan here
  • How the Grenfell tragedy was caused by structural racism – @imanrosiecoan here
  • The UK is not innocent – @uomfeministcollective here
  • Racism in the British education system – @chantayyjayy here
  • Let’s talk about British racism – @uomfeministcollective here
  • UK colonial history – @bambycollective here
  • Why the NHS is institutionally racist – @amileya here
  • Black women I wish I learned about in history class – @chicksforclimate here
  • A non-exhaustive list of slave-owner statues around the UK – @viceuk here
  • Let’s talk about statues – @uomfeministcollective here
  • Taking down statues doesn’t erase history – @didislogbook here
  • The history behind the watermelon stereotype – @mengwe here
  • Dismantling oppression in your workplace – @ezdugg here

To read, watch and support

  • 14 Black funds and 23 creative ecosystems to support – @annika.izora here
  • Funds and creative ecosystems that support Black folks – @annika.izora here
  • 100 ways to educate yourself on Black oppression, injustice and everyday experiences – @shityoushouldcareabout here
  • Documentaries about race issues in the UK – @uomfeministcollective here
  • What is colourism? – BBC iPlayer here
  • Letters For Black Lives here
  • Why do white people find it offensive to be called white? – Micha Frazer-Carroll, gal-dem here
  • What Is White Privilege, Really? here
  • White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack – Peggy McIntosh here
  • Understanding White Privilege – Francis E. Kendall here
  • How I Discovered I Am White – here
  • 3 Young Women On Dealing With Racism At British Universities – Refinery29 here
  • Put our colonial history on the curriculum – then we’ll understand who we really are – Maya Goodfellow, The Guardian here
  • Ignored, Attacked Or Fetishised: The Many Frustrations Of Dating Apps For Women Of Colour – Refinery29 here

Reading is a great way to commit to longer term self-education. If you cannot afford to buy a book, consider splitting the cost with a group of friends and sharing the books with each other, or borrow from a library (when they re-open.)

  • Useful reading list of fiction and non-fiction books – @badformreview here
  • A Black Feminist Book List – @tembae here
  • Essential anti-racism reads – @taiiybaali here

A list of Black-owned bookstores in the USA – @subwaybookreview here

This is not intended to be an exhaustive list, but here are some useful things we wanted to share about particular books:

  • Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race – Renni Eddo-Lodge
    Renni has Tweeted asking everyone who buys a copy to match their purchase (or what they would have spent if they borrowed the book) with a donation to Minnesota Freedom Fund (The MN Freedom Fund has since said they’re overwhelmed with donations, but you can donate to other organisations!)
  • The Good Immigrant – edited by Nikesh Shukla
    We’ve seen this book appear on many recommended reading lists circulating the Internet, it’s an important read in which 21 writers explore what it means to be Black, Asian and minority ethnic in Britain today, opening up a dialogue about race and racism. There is also a following publication, The Good Immigrant USA.

    The publication of these books came about from funding by Unbound (here). This is a crowdfunded publisher where “authors share the ideas for the books they want to write directly with readers.” The ideas that get the most support are the ones that are published and distributed in stores and online. It is often difficult for the voices of Black writers to be published within mainstream circuits, so pledging financial support on platforms like Unbound is vital if you are able to.

    (An article published in the Guardian yesterday explains the call on publishing houses to introduce publishing reform: Black Writers’ Guild calls for sweeping change in UK publishing)

Podcasts are a useful, free way to self-educate. Here is a playlist of anti-racism podcasts on Spotify.

As we have seen in the UK, we have a media and government complicit in upholding double standards when it comes to racism. A PM who tweets that racism has no place in the UK; yet has made openly racist remarks for which there has been no apology. Newspapers that condemn Black Lives Matter protestors for breaking social distancing; yet hail racist, far-right groups as heroes for protecting statues against empty streets whilst doing the same – statues which serve as nothing more than painful reminders of the UK’s role in the slave trade and its deep roots in racism, something which is still being denied by many in the UK as an American issue.

As non-Black people, we will never understand how it feels to experience the injustices and racism that Black people face on a life-threatening level, every day. But if we don’t make noise against censored narratives, we are complicit in allowing them to continue. It is not enough to “be better” without accompanying action; we must use the momentum to disseminate information, share resources, donate, protest, self-educate, and help others to do so. We need to take these conversations offline, away from social media and into our everyday lives. Not everything can be learned in a week; make a list, find the answers to your questions, put all that you have learned, and still have yet to learn, into practise. Only through committing to long-term action will we move towards change.

If you would like to raise your voice, Afternoon Delight is open to submission of your stories, contributions and suggestions.

The Period Party

Welcome to The Period Party, a series created to celebrate all things period, open to all menstruators. Party invites are also extended to people who don’t experience periods, because the more the merrier! It is important to share stories about our periods in order to normalise and de-stigmatise conversation surrounding them.

To kick-start the party, we discuss the first time we had our periods, how we felt at the time, how our thoughts surrounding our periods have changed over time as well as how our cycles have altered as we have gotten older. We love how people are celebrating their first period with their friends and family, so we dream up what our own celebrations would have been like if we had a party when we first started our periods (over 10 years ago!)

Text: Do you remember getting your first period?

Katie: I got my first period when I was 12. I came back from horse riding (yes, I know, I literally couldn’t be more southern) and went to the toilet to find a little bit of blood in my knickers. I was so fucking excited. I finally felt like a real woman, which meant I could finally moan about adult things and drown my sorrows in ice cream like they do in the movies. I ran downstairs to show my mum, who looked at me like I was a freak, because let’s face it – that is a bit weird. She handed me a pad and that was it, I was a W-O-M-A-N at least in my 12 year-old brain. Unfortunately this would turn out to be a false start, much to my disappointment. The next day would come and there was no period and then the next month and there were still no signs of my womanhood reappearing. It would later come to my realisation that what had actually happened was that my hymen broke… not nearly as exciting. Supposedly activities like horse riding and gymnastics can cause the hymen membrane to tear or even bleed a little, in addition to its natural thinning over time. I don’t actually remember when my period started after that. Maybe I was fearful of another false start so ended up not making such a hoo-ha about it this time round.

Nikitah: I got my period three days after my 11th birthday. I was at home and my parents were having a Christmas party. They had invited many of our friends and family over, and after I saw the blood on the toilet paper when I went to the loo, I shut myself in my bedroom and refused to leave until the party was over like a total diva. I remember thinking no no no over and over, because none of my friends had started their periods and I thought there was something wrong with me. My mum gave me my first pad, she explained what was happening to my body and I felt empowered in the knowledge that actually, my period arriving was nothing to be ashamed of. The first thing I did was run to tell my younger brother what had happened (he was 7) and I remember being told off! Since then, getting my period meant a free pass to be excused from the dreaded school swimming lessons when none of my classmates were. It was a bit like being in an exclusive private members’ club (so exclusive that I was the only member and had to sit on the side of the pool, alone.)

Text: How have your periods changed with time?

Katie: My periods change ALL THE TIME. It’s a nightmare keeping up. One day I get cramps, then I don’t. One month I get cravings, then the next I don’t. Sometimes they are heavy for 5 days, sometimes they are literally non-existent. I skipped a whole period by accident last year just from stress. Keeping up with my uterus is like trying to explain the evolving drama of Tiger King to your mum when she hasn’t watched it; it just won’t make sense. Since I started using the Clue app I think I’ve got slightly better at understanding what’s happening. I was late to using the app as I have a bit of a sixth sense with my period and seem to have always been able to guess when my periods were going to start and catch them, but when I was experiencing these fluctuations in symptoms and mood I started to make a note. The app has been invaluable to me as I’ve realised my cycle doesn’t just involve bleeding, but also changes in my mood, skin, ability to concentrate and weight amongst other things. Seeing these patterns allows me to plan around when I’m feeling up or down and recognise when my hormones might be slightly to blame for certain emotional reactions…. sorry to all previous exes.

Illustration of a hand holding a phone with the menstruation app Clue on the screen. The text on the right hand side reads "Since I started using the Clue app I think I've got better at understanding what's happening. I've realised my cycle doesn't just involve bleeding, but also changes in my mood, skin, ability to concentrate and weight amongst other things."

Nikitah: I asked my mum about her periods because I wanted to compare experiences. She once visited the doctor as she had terrible pain, and when asked if her blood flow was ‘normal’ she said yes; she had no experience other than her own to compare to, and as a young girl she believed that it was common to experience a heavy flow and extreme pain. When I was younger I remember changing my pads several times a day, soaking them through. Now, I change them less frequently, and they last for fewer days. I also use the Clue app to track my period, and have learned I have an average menstrual cycle length of 28 days (but occasionally have very early or very late periods.) At school I noted my periods down in my yearly planners, which have long since been thrown away. It would have been interesting to compare the data between now and then, but I know my periods have definitely got lighter and more regular as I’ve grown older.

Text: Have you ever felt embarrassed because of your period?

Katie: I’d like to say I’m not at all embarrassed about my period as I near the age of 24 but it would be a lie. I have no issue talking about my period; I tell pretty much everyone I meet when I’m “on.” What I would say though is that I’m not at all comfortable with the blood. I’ll only wear black, I’ll only use my bedroom bin for my used pads, I don’t keep period-related items in shared bathrooms and if I use the toilet I will always check/clean it 3 to 4 times in case theres any inklings of blood. I always thought that I was just being considerate but after the amount of times I’ve seen people leave full shits in the toilet I think a little bit of blood is probably passable.

One time I did feel embarrassed was during school. A lot of girls were talking about how they thought pads were “so gross” and that tampons were much better. I felt like they were graduating into using tampons as we got older, and that I would have to make the change too, even though tampons really didn’t work with my body and I would often be in pain when wearing them. Let me just state here THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH USING EITHER A TAMPON OR A PAD OR ANY OTHER OPTION. This is a completely personal choice and you should use whatever works for you. Definitely try the other options but it’s your body and your vagina so do what feels comfortable and best for you. There is no “more mature” way of dealing with your period and once you leave school no one really gives a fuck anyways.

Nikitah: One summer my mum picked my brother and I up from school and took us to the bike shop on the local high street. We had never had grown-up bicycles of our own before and had been looking forward to this day for weeks. I was wearing my summer uniform: a red cardigan and white/red striped dress, and was on my period but had an Always pad in my knickers. I tried on different bikes for what felt like hours before choosing the one I liked the most, white with a purple stripe (my favourite colour.) Sitting on the bikes must have moved my pad around, because I noticed something strange on one I’d tried, looked down at my dress and saw a light bloodstain on the back! It probably wasn’t that noticeable as it was a similar colour to the dress, but I was mortified. I experience anxiety about period leaks even as an adult, 13 years later, and I only wear larger night pads or even maxi pads to minimise the risk of leaking. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with my period. Some months, it comes and goes with little pain, and is so light I’m not worried if I’ve accidentally left the house without a spare pad in my bag. Other months, both my anxiety and hormones are heightened, and I sometimes decline attending social events because of it.

Text: What would your Period Party look like?

Katie: I can’t remember the exact date of when I first got my period so remembering my tastes during that time is tricky. I know at 12ish my main goal was to fit in so to I would probably have wanted to celebrate it in the most sheep-like way possible; listening to What’s it gonna be by H “Two” 0 or Heartbroken by T2 whilst wearing a Jane Norman top with Uggs and an Abercrombie and Fitch paper bag the size of my full torso (even though I only bought a scrunchie.) So, with hindsight being 20/20, I think if I could plan my “Period Party” now I would definitely take notes from this video.

Bert Kreischer’s daughter knows what’s up.

Nikitah: I got my period in December 2006, at the height of the noughties and in the middle of my obsession with S Club 7, which would be the soundtrack to both the Year 6 disco as well as my Period Party. I had amassed a sticker collection that would be the envy of any fellow sticker enthusiast (before playground trading was banned and we moved onto raising Tamagotchis.) As I’ve grown up I’ve learned that being the envy of your friends is not a #lifegoal, so at my party we would share both stickers and pads because everyone should have access to menstrual products, and we shouldn’t be ashamed to say their names out loud.

The more conversations I have about periods, the less afraid of them I feel, whether that’s the confidence not to hide my period product in my bag when I go to the toilet at work, or if it’s not being embarrassed to engage in period sex. But from having conversations, I’ve also learned that discussion surrounding perceived notions of womanhood can be painful. I have a cousin who was born without a uterus, which she only discovered after undertaking tests to determine why her period never arrived. It’s important to acknowledge that periods aren’t experienced by every woman, and that some people who have periods aren’t women. Growing up, as Katie mentions, getting your period was synonymous with ‘becoming a woman’. I’ve learned there to be many ways to be a woman – and whether or not you get periods doesn’t need to be a defining characteristic.

Katie: I’d like to add when I talk about “womanhood” my concept of what that meant has changed an awful lot since I was a kid. When I was young I knew little about how the definition of what I saw to be a woman could unintentionally define someone else. My definition of a woman and what womanhood is has changed and continues to change as I actively learn more about other people and how they deserve and should be seen.

An illustration of a blue hand holding a pink tampon, next to an orange hand holding a yellow menstrual pad with pink flowers on.

Katie: Side note – during writing this the amount of times of times I’ve said “I got my period” is astounding. Why isn’t there a verb like “perioded” or “to period.” I don’t want to say bled because that isn’t specific enough so there should be a verb… right? I’m probably being stupid, there probably is a verb. -Nikitah you can delete that if you like I am a tad tipsy.

Nikitah: The word for ‘I got my period’ is menstruated.

Katie: Fuck sake… I’m just dumb