I was born in Sydney Australia, at the conclusion of the Second World War, the third child of working class parents, and grew up ‘in my father’s pocket’, his princess till the day he passed away. My relationship with Dad, and the closeness we had, set the scene for how I would feel about men during my life.
My childhood, and teenage years to age 20, were spent in what would be regarded today as a dysfunctional family; my surviving brother, and my mother, were great friends, and my Dad and I were great friends. There was never any real closeness with my mother, some more...
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