I have always asked my son what he wants to be when he grows up. I love hearing his different answers, and seeing his face light up when I tell him he can be anything he wants to be. But for a while now he’s been telling me he wants to be a doctor — ever since the Covid adverts started on the television, and the UK introduced “clap for carers”.
Every Thursday night at 8pm during 2020 my son and I would sit by our front window and clap with the rest of our neighbors for brave NHS heroes…
You would think this would go without saying, wouldn’t you?
What has sparked my rage is the multiple comments I’ve had to an article that Your Tango republished. The article Why White Privileged Men Brand Angry Anti-Racist Women “Hysterical” was a comfort to many people — until it was republished on Your Tango, in which I received quite a bit of hate, including this delightful comment: “this article gave me cancer.”
The reaction to my article telling people to be anti-racist was, quite frankly, disgusting. …
It is art that has saved many of us from the mental strain of lockdown. It’s been a tumultuous year of political uprising, embarrassment, chaos, and everything in between — it’s no wonder many of us have wept for humanity or have failed to see the good in the world.
Perhaps it’s a strange place to look, but I think Cruella, which will be out in May 2021, is proof of the contrary – that we haven’t given up on our fellow humans, and there is still kindness and understanding in the world.
There’s nothing quite as entertaining and fascinating…
I was a family portrait photographer for about a year, and the reason I stopped my fairly successful business was because I got extremely bored and unhappy – but that’s a story for another time.
One of the things I did enjoy about being a photographer, however, was the families I’d meet. I was a new mum myself, struggling to make ends meet. Money is always tight when you first have a baby. I had so many new-mum worries and doubts, but what bought me comfort as a new parent was watching the families who would come for photoshoots. …
Having a dissociative disorder makes motherhood feel that little bit harder. It makes mothers feel isolated and alone, unable to connect with their children and family life. The truth is that trauma-related dissociation isolates us, but this is a lie. Yes, I am struggling, but I know I am not alone.
There is a spectrum when it comes to dissociation and dissociative disorders. It can range from checking out of reality in order to cope in a situation you cannot escape, to the brain splitting into several alters in order to cope with the trauma (known as Dissociative Identity Disorder).
Netflix fascinates me. It is the world’s largest subscription streaming service with roughly 183 million paid subscribers worldwide as of March 2020 and has been a savior for most during the monotonous hours of lockdown.
So it’s perhaps no surprise that Netflix’s figures for their most popular shows are staggering — Extraction is so far the highest viewed with a whopping 99 million views, and recently Bridgerton has become the most-watched series in 76 countries.
The success of Netflix and its high-quality, riveting, show-stopping content has been phenomenal. It is so impressive that creatives like myself are wondering how they…
Every time survivors of sexual assault come forward, the same question is asked about the accused and their crimes. How didn’t we see it? How didn’t we know? How did we miss all the obvious signs?
It is because predators and abusers like Manson ensure there is an impenetrable shield around them, a veil that wildly distorts reality, one that protects them from potential victims of their abuse from being believed if they dare to speak their truth. It is a forcefield that creates the illusion that their evil behavior is simply done in jest, and we are oversensitive and…
I love comedy and I don’t know what I would do without it — but whilst watching my favorite shows during the lockdown, I couldn’t help but notice as a survivor of childhood trauma that often the source of the comedy in sitcoms is the toxic relationships between family members. It’s something too many of us can relate to, but it’s the dark side of the funniest shows that as parents we can learn from.
Yes, I am aware that these programs aren’t real. Yes, I am aware it’s just a bit of humor. But I want to explore this…
We are not alone, but today I am not comforted by this notion
I am not healed by reading that more couples are separating during the pandemic
and it is no hug for the soul to be told ‘I’m feeling depressed too.’
My mind tells lies late at night
‘Surely you will feel freer beneath the soil
then trapped in this white box of a room, your legs so heavy
they’re stuck to the mattress like two lead weights —
I mean really, what do you have to wake up for?’
I muddle through because I am not…
Malcolm’s voice broke through the static, forcing Richard to look up like a deer in the headlights. It was laughable, how much of the therapist stereotype Malcolm looked, dressed in his army-green cardigan, dishevelled black curls peppered with grey, and slumped shoulders that carried the weight of everyone’s demons and denials.
‘Let’s begin,’ said Malcolm, turning the tape recorder on. It was old-school, he knew, but he preferred taking notes in this way, by writing it down after the session.
Richard pursed his lips as he waited for more uncomfortable questioning from gentle calm Malcolm as he tried to…