Domestic abuse is a form of brainwashing and happens slowly over a period of time.
Woke unexpectedly at 4.40am. I was having a lovely dream. Looked at the news on my phone. Realised I’d woken to a nightmare. A victory for lies, smears, the rich and smug. A crushing humiliation heaped on the sick, the disabled, NHS workers, firefighters, the homeless, the poor, the working poor, those on zero hour … Read moreA victory for lies but don’t lose hope
There’s a tendency I’ve noticed among thinking millennials to divide people into the ‘woke’ and ‘not woke’. They need to think some more. I’ve been told more than once I’m woke, complimented because usually, apparently, you don’t get many over 40 who are. Yes. Really. First, I think those thinking millennials need to do more … Read moreThe problem with ‘woke’ and ‘unwoke’
Imagine, if you will, a large battery that, when exposed to certain environmental factors, discharges rapidly until there’s no energy left in it. That’s me. One hour in the presence of my mother when her delirium is high, when every word spoken is nonsense and paranoia, with my heart bleeding at seeing her suffering, and … Read moreCaring for a loved one with delirium: raw truths
This evening I realised, in conversation with a friend, that I’m grieving for the country I thought I lived in. I know, come what may, it’s never coming back. The social, economic, cultural and emotional landscapes are all deteriorating and shifting into meaner, uglier shapes. Hate is everywhere. Oh, there will always be good people even … Read moreLove in a time of hate is revolutionary
There was a time long before the dawn of humanity, or even life on earth, when the sea covered the whole planet. There was nothing but time not measured, space uncharted, the wind, gigantic electrical storms, and water everywhere. Then, something sparked and life began in that vast ocean. Our ancient ancestors could be found … Read moreLove and water – an exploration of ideas prompted by consideration of the topic of grief
I see posts by people desperate to find love as if another person will complete them and provide meaning to their lives that they don’t perceive themselves as having when they are on their own. And when I say ‘on their own’ they would call it alone and lonely. This is absolutely the wrong approach … Read moreLove and loneliness: drop the need
My dad died December 27, 2017. He was 96 years old. A month later, it would have been my parents’ 70th wedding anniversary. He’d been admitted to hospital in late November with a chest infection that was successfully cleared, only to be followed by him catching an antibiotic resistant E. coli. It took up residence … Read moreThe dad-shaped hole: living past a death