PUNK POETRY: I Was a Child by Lydia Pearson
I Was A Child The day I got the shitty diagnosis, three letters: IBS, I remember sitting, fidgeting, being told it was because I had anxiety, because of my longer, lingering diagnosis of Dyspraxia. I hadn't realised anxiety could permanently fuck your body up something chronic-or that they would make my future periods bloody hard. So I had these diagnoses, and I had anxiety. (All that aside, I was also getting bullied). And I was a child. I was eleven. --Lydia Pearson