Beware of Feeding Sharks

In Addiction, Vile Depths by Louisa Leontiades

Addiction might be called a curse, but that’s only one way to look at it. Alcohol addiction used to be a way of tapping into a power I didn’t have, a release of pain I had trapped inside me.

How Can We End Abuse?

In Abuse, Abuse-General, Vile Depths by Louisa Leontiades

We undermine our children’s powers of consent because we know better the repercussions of their desires. Which mother might not consider a threat or worse, to prevent something which we could conceivably justify as ‘for their own good’? Where is the line?

Getting Lucky

In Illness, Vile Depths by Louisa Leontiades

Because luck is being in the right place, at the right time, which means that you have to be present in all the places, at all the times as far as you are able.

Could You Stop Drinking In An Alcoholic World?

In Addiction, Vile Depths by Louisa Leontiades

They say if you can’t imagine going to a party on a Friday night without alcohol to socially lubricate your interactions then you have a dependency on alcohol. But if I am to give myself any label at all nowadays, I would say I am a mild alcoholic. But ‘mild alcoholism’ is still alcoholism.

Why are all the Men I date Assholes?

In Abuse, Abuse-Domestic, Vile Depths by Louisa Leontiades

I have a son and a daughter (with a man who is as far removed from being an asshole as it is possible to be). If either of them were ever caught up in a situation where they were the perpetrator or the victim of such a situation, I don’t know how I would contain my vitriol …or my guilt. Because in both positions, my children would be operating out of a place of low self-esteem. One who needed to feed their ego by taking power to control and manipulate. One who felt they were worth very little and that this was the only relationship they deserved.

A Beautiful Day for Anal Probing

In Illness, Vile Depths by Louisa Leontiades

But this test, the colonoscopy, was the last in line and the most feared. It followed 24 hours of fasting and laxative enhanced groaning on the toilet. A camera inserted into my rectum without the mercy of general anaesthetic oblivion.

5 Life Lessons for My Children

In Illness, Vile Depths by Louisa Leontiades

I can’t really sit you down now to talk to you about life lessons because at 4 and 2 years old, you are too young. Besides, who wants to talk about life when there is so much living to do?