My Mum first noticed that I was losing my hair. It was a windy day and my long, strawberry blonde hair blew up to reveal patches of bare skin. This had a double impact and was devastating for both of us as my Mum had lost her hair in her early 20's and there is me losing mine in my early 30's.
I have grown up first hand witnessing how alopecia can affect your life; depression, social isolation and a fear of social interaction and the wind. One of my jobs as a child was to open the oven door, so that my Mum's synthetic wig wouldn't melt and I now feel guilty for dressing up the dog up in her wig too!
It's taken a while, but I've learnt to live with how I look. I still have my moments, normally first thing in the morning after waking up several times due to a cold head or my beanie hat as fallen off, but overall I feel at ease. In fact, my alopecia has been a catalyst for change to raise awareness and strive to improve standards for others.