I graduated 13 years ago. I struggled a lot at university. My tutor thought I'd never get through the course at times, but he gave me second and third chances and I did. At the time I couldn't explain to him why it was so hard. But I wrote a diary at the time and I just found it and re read it and I'm so sad for that girl. He was mentioned a lot. It was such a factual account of what happened and how I felt. I wish he could have read it at the time. Getting that degree changed my life because I finally moved away from home to start work and away from the father who had caused me so much damage. Now I live somewhere different and I'm not in touch with anyone from those days. People who know me now would never believe the girl in that diary was me. But I just can't stop thinking about it. I feel like I just want to talk to my tutor, to explain and to thank him for not throwing me out even though I drove him mad. And also I think if he ever gets another student who behaves like I did he might have a better idea of how to approach the situation. Would you contact him after all these years if you were me?