I am who I am not because of him but in spite of him.
“I am not an alcoholic!” he exclaims loudly as he slurps back the last of a 70cl whiskey bottle. The alcohol doesn’t scare me, it never has. What scares me is the angry result of a bottle down, which would generally lead to me taking the brunt of a father’s frustration after a long day. “I am not an alcoholic!” he shouts again as I wonder which of us he is trying to convince: himself or the 13-year-old girl before him.
Continue reading “Trauma – The writings of a child abuse survivor.”
So many good things that will outweigh the bad, you will endure, of this I am certain.
In a few short years, you will learn the difficulties that life presents to it’s less fortunate participants. Despite your best efforts, you’ll be hard pressed to avoid drawing the short straw as you navigate adolescence, puberty, teenage life and young adulthood.
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Knitting is an interesting albeit pensive past time.
I distinctly remember my home economics class in standard 5 / 7th grade / Year 7 in 1996, we were tasked with knitting our own scarves. I chose green and grey wool – though looking back now, I can’t be certain if that was preference or need – and proceeded to knit the loosest, most amateur scarf possible. I never finished knitting that scarf and I can’t even tell you what happened to the start of it, all I can say is that I have spent the rest of my life ‘trying’ to finish knitting a scarf.
Continue reading “Comparing life to the ‘imperfectly perfect’ scarf.”
Let’s be clear, love is not like
Being a mum is so difficult.
There is no manual; there is no textbook; there is no 30 days free return policy.
Then, there you are, suddenly mum (or dad) and baby. Get on with it.
Continue reading “Parenting, the dark side – Like versus Love.”