[Stellata]

I found the website of my old teacher training college/university today.

I was there from 1988-1992.

Those were the days. Not. Well, yes, and no.

During my time there I needed emotional support through a couple of crises. One being accommodation related, and the other my struggles with teaching itself. [That was pretty much an ongoing struggle though.]

Katie was actually depressed all through university and beyond. No treatment then though.

The first time I was refered to the college chaplain. The second time I went to see him as a last desperation.

That's right.
He was our college counselling service.
It was hardly confidential. Everything went straight back to the tutors. He told them. Not empathically mind, either.

Anyway, the college now refers people on to a counsellor in the city. And there is complete confidentiality.

They goddamn care. *cries*

Back then?

Where was my support while Katie crumbled?

Nada.

Well, I did have my friends. Thank God for friends.
We used to chat in the corridor every night. Have good old moaning sessions about the tutors and whatnot.....

But Katie really needed professional emotional support.

Never mind, she's getting support now. Much needed.

I'm not sure why its hard to write this in the first person.

Anyone else ever looked back at things like that and realised how much they missed out?