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Pink or Blue? A Question of Dress

My collective decisions about my son's and my daughter's environments shoehorns them into an identity. My sons clothes are brown. Dark blue. Green. Black. Mini combat trousers. Mini puffer jackets. Mini sweatshirts. My boy is only allowed to be a soldier, a rapper, or a sportsman.

A Day of Parental Paradox

Today when I arrive at nursery, my daughter is playing outside with the other children. I see her hiding behind a screen and popping out like…

Why Mothers Should be Selfish

I don’t of course expect anyone to take care of me. I don't expect to be taken care of, period. Surely that's not a mother's lot. But by not taking care of myself and my own needs, by not living my own life, my therapist says I am not taking responsibility for my own happiness. Because I have been taught to believe that my happiness should be found in my children.

God Moves in Mysterious Ways

But here was another curious thing. My parents were together in the same room. Yet they were divorced. My father was around a lot more often in my dream, it seemed. And they were going to the supermarket together. What was that all about?

Birth Trauma

Pethidine locked me away in my own pain prison far away from the delivery room. I rocked myself moaning quietly in the foetal position whilst blue shadows flitted across the room ignoring me, now I was ‘manageable’ and in an altered state of reality.