Parenting

I know some people are not pleased about me writing my truth. Some are close to my family, or knew my father, or knew one version of him, and I …

Before the incident with Maya at Jai’s school, I saw the children regularly, a few times a week and on the weekends. After the humiliation I faced at the school, …

Before we continue, I wanted to pause here and say a couple of things: I am loath to write negative things about people. This series is not written with the …

It’s funny what the mind does when it’s trying to avoid pain and trauma. And when I say funny, I mean funny-funny, not funny-ha-ha.   Today, I meditated, bathed, washed …

2001 June 8th: I’m in Ealing car park. I don’t know why I end up here, I guess, I feel safe. My car isn’t conspicuous in a car park. I …

2000 February 13th: I’m in India. I got the all-clear from the surgeon to travel, and now I’m at an Ayurvedic hospital in rural Maharashtra, recommended by my mother’s friends. …

March 1999. The devastating postnatal depression cloud that had lingered over my head for those months was lifting, and for a few weeks before the Easter weekend, I was feeling …

London, England – 2004 I jolt upright in bed, doubling over. I wrap my arms around my torso as tightly as possible, rocking back and forth. My mouth is gaping, …

I didn’t even know I was a victim of child sexual abuse until I was much older. That what had happened, the way he touched me, was actually inappropriate behaviour …