As is becoming increasingly clear there are sadly many women who have been emotionally or sexually abused in childhood by men that they trusted. (I know that there have been men who have been victims and women who have abused, but they are a minority). Many of these women have never spoken out for fear… Continue reading Trust, abuse, and football
I have grappled with dual thinking about physical and mental illness for years, both professionally and personally. I had dared to hope that things were improving slowly, that mental illness was better accepted, if not understood, by the general population in the UK, even if not by the medical profession. Unfortunately I feel forced to… Continue reading despair about duality
She read the email again, for the third time. She had spotted it in her inbox and opened it before going through the rest of the mail. When it started ‘I am so sorry…’ she had no need to read further, but she did, searching for the scrap of good news that might be buried… Continue reading institutional abuse
Nothing changes and I have understood nothing. Individual names and places, titles and faces are irrelevant. All abuse starts with trust. Age and experience bring world-weary cynicism but not to me. I, gullible fool, want to believe in some Arthurian dream of trust, honour and chivalry, where men stand by their word. I walk willingly into… Continue reading who can we trust?
I walk down the corridor and turn the corner – and stop. Outside the room stand an official looking woman and a uniformed policeman. What have I not been told? ‘Who are you? Why do you want to go into the room?’ The questions are blunt, and whilst not hostile, certainly not friendly. I feel… Continue reading losing a baby
Surprisingly good weather for a bank holiday weekend, and therefore time to chat and think about various things on a good walk. I find that the whole Gerry Adams, IRA, Northern Ireland situation is still very much at the forefront of my mind. Today’s news is full of talk of retribution and revenge from both… Continue reading bank holiday monday
I had already thought about the ethics of autoethnographic writing, and discussed it in a research ethics seminar. However, yesterday’s writing made me think all over again. My husband was clearly put out by my comments that ‘he had understood the film from beginning to end’ and obviously felt that I had somehow portrayed him… Continue reading communication