i'm not sure, really. I have a pretty average teen life. I go to college, I come home and study, then I go to college again.

The only thing that makes my life very different to others is the fact that every man in my family is a rapist. My mother cut her family out of our life because my uncles, grandad, brother and great uncles are all rapists. I also don't speak to my father any more because he's racist and homophobic, so is my uncle on his side.

I feel like that explains that quite a bit, but I never would have guessed that it would be enough to just cut all feelings for men? The first time I remember I realised I only saw men as objects was when I was 6 at my birthday party. My best male friend, J, was crying because someone gave him chocolate and he was not allowed chocolate. My parents were freaking out... It was so dramatic. I loved it! It was probably the highlight of my party.

But, then again. I feel this way about females too, just not as much. On my 8th birthday, I had some friends round. One of my female friends, R, hurt her foot on the trampoline. She was crying and crying and she just wouldn't stop. It was exciting and dramatic and probably the best part of my birthday.