When my boyfriend and I started dating, he nicknamed me ‘Blondie’ and told me he loved my hair.

Three months into the relationship, I discovered my first bald patch. It didn’t even occur to me not to tell him - I rang him in a panic, blurting that my hair was falling out.

He knows more than anyone how important hair can be - he adores his wild mop of curls and spends a small fortune on products. After listening to me freaking out, he gave me a hug and accompanied me to the… Continue

Just when I think I'm getting somewhere - that I'm ok with this losing hair malarky, I'm over being upset, life goes on, I've accepted it now, etc etc - it seems another bout of anguish comes from no where!

I hadn't cried for ages - even when I realised just recently that during my blissful mini break from obsessive daily checking (while I'd happily convinced myself that having just one bald patch meant I must only have a mild case of alopecia, and therefore it would all be over and… Continue

Last week I went on holiday. A week in the sun with old friends seemed perfect, and thousands of miles from home I felt truly relaxed for the first time in ages.

On the way to the airport I'd made a decision - that I wasn't going to look at my bald patch at all during the holiday. Since my alopecia started, a few months ago, I have been obsessively checking it in the mirror almost every evening, watching the borders of the patch spread across the back of my head, and photographing it to… Continue