Some days I truly believe I am a child, not in body but certainly in mind. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but in times of stress I just stop being an adult. In my therapy session today Heidi said I was being petulant – she was right. She asked me how old […]
Childhood memories
Memories that continue to taunt me after many years. Discussing them with my counsellor, often enables me to look at them from a different perspective.
When a child steals
It feels a tad strange saying that a memory as a six-year-old was a significant event. I’ve always been aware of the memory; it has come into my head several times over the years. My mother obviously thought this was an appropriate method, to teach me not to steal. I had spoken to a couple […]
Starting secondary school
We all have to start secondary school; for me it was an incredibly upsetting experience. It began when we had to nominate two friends we would like to be in class with when we started secondary school, for most the challenge was reducing their extensive list down, to just two. I didn’t have two, I […]
The lonely playground
The playground is lonely when you have mouldy legs, the other children give you a wide birth. My mother told me; it was down to the parents; they didn’t want their child near me in case my eczema was contagious. I was already a loner, wondering around the playground every day on my own, waiting […]