I didn’t lose my virginity. I gave it away. I know exactly where it is.
When I studied at Oxford, I had a bit of a breakdown, which, fortunately, turned into a breakthrough. A term is only eight weeks, and they’d do things like give you Ulysses, and give you a week to read it, digest it and write a paper on it. I remember a few weeks in I was frustrated and I hated it so much. I thought, ‘There’s no way I can do this, I cannot complete the task.’ I complained to a teacher and they told me that I had to accept failure as a starting point, and then I had to do my best from there. That was hard for me to get my head around. I like to start at the top, tick all the boxes, do extra work, do more than is asked from me. So, start at the bottom? Just to survive? That was tough.
Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.