I spend hours scrubbing mouldy nectarine from my son’s sports bag, so he doesn’t have to do it himself.
I’m often found staying up all night to produce perfect work for my boss, seeking validation from strangers online, and agreeing to every request faster than you can say, ‘My name’s Antonia and I’m a chronic people pleaser.’
My compulsion to ingratiate myself with everyone might have escalated in midlife, but I’m fairly certain it stems from childhood when we learn