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 […]
My Mother
Posts of how a mother daughter relationship (or lack of) in the early years, can continue to cause problems into adulthood – even when there is no longer a relationship of any description.
When your mum is the Devil
Sounds a bit over kill, calling my mum the devil, but she is the root of all the evil that lies deep within my brain. I struggle to even use the word mum, because I don’t believe she deserves the title. I have always wanted the mum that people talk about, the one you turn […]
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 […]