True stories told live
"The institutions labelled me dyslexic. The teacher told me to sit at the back of the class. Today I stand tall."
"I was at the bank counter. My ears picked up. I had forgotten what he looked like, but I never forgot his voice. The voice of the man who abused me."
"Parents evening again. The empty chair always felt like an amputation, the sense of my father being there but he wasn't."