My passion was always rugby and sport. At 16 I had nothing else in my life. I lived in a sporty area and really understood that in Bridgend, the town I was brought up in, the definition of if somebody was happy on a Monday was if Bridgend played rugby on Saturday and won. I don’t even know if my passion was rugby, I just felt the amazing influence rugby could have on whether people had a good day or bad day, a good week or bad week, a good life or bad life.
I never explored it. I put it behind a locked door and thought I would never open it, because I was afraid of what was on the other side. At 16, whenever I played or watched a rugby match, if a player missed a tackle, if they weren’t fast, if they were weak, they were called gay. So I thought my difference couldn’t be that
