Abstract My co-researcher has a lifetime's worth of memories involving getting lost, starting from her earliest memory (when she was 4 years old) of being lost on a beach to more recent memories of being lost in a Castle in France. The dichotomy of the childlike excitement of starting off on each adventure is always diminished by finding herself lost and disoriented. For each occasion she finds herself lost, there are feelings of panic, anger, rage, frustration and shame: Anger at those who lost her, shame at getting lost and frustration that getting lost is a repeated occurrence in her life. My co-researcher shares how she is lost whilst walking, in different buildings and on car journeys. She explains how stupid and pathetic she feels after each time she gets lost, and talks about the childhood occasion when she was rescued and found. In my co-researcher's sharing of her re-occurring experience of being lost, I felt her contrasting emotions at the start and end of each journey, finishing with her feelings at the end of the interview of how she had been found. This is my co-researcher's story of being lost and being found.
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