Someone out there is lying awake thinking they are the only person this has ever happened to. They are not, and your story is how they find that out. Tell us as much or as little as you like.
Sending it needs a free account, which takes about a minute. Reading the page does not.
Real Lives already on the site. Yours would sit alongside them.
A mother in India wrote to Helen about her trans daughter and the man in their home who frightened them both. What followed was a…
Read itHe grew up in 1970s Britain reading C.S. Lewis by torchlight and longing to be one of the brothers, not the girl they all thought…
Read itHelen has spent years listening to people who have transitioned. What they told her, in kitchens and waiting rooms and long…
Read itFour steps, and only the first one is yours to do.
In your own words. A paragraph is enough. Add pictures or a video if you want to, and choose whether your name goes on it or nothing at all.
Helen's team, not a machine. We may shorten it, tidy the spelling, or change a detail to protect somebody's privacy. We never change what it means.
It becomes a Real Life on the site, with your pictures, tagged so the right person can find it. Some stories also get an audio version, read aloud in Helen's own voice.
On the site and out across our channels, where somebody searching at two in the morning for a story like theirs comes across yours.
Your story and your pictures here, then your permission on the next page.
Sharing a story is open to people with a free account. It takes a minute, it keeps the page free of the people who come here to be unpleasant, and it means we can reach you about your own story.
We email you a link. Tap it and you land back on this page, signed in, with anything you have already written still in the box.