I Must be Mad

At the end of the session, I was mindful of the fact that my therapist had on a previous occasion commented that I would often still be speaking as I rose from my seat after she said ‘we have to stop now.’   Continue reading I Must be Mad

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Waaah! I Can’t Look After Myself!

I can’t, and I don’t seem to want to.  For a while perhaps I thought my husband would do that for me.  I abdicated that responsibility, if I ever held it.  Maybe briefly.  Before that it was my dad, I suppose.  And before that, I can only assume, my mother, when it was just a case of nappy changing and so on. Continue reading Waaah! I Can’t Look After Myself!

Finding A Women’s Circle

Somewhat delayed in any case, then pacing up and down waiting to go into the tube, I was on the phone to a friend who had asked for help.  Another friend had recommended a women’s circle, and I was going to give it a go.  Inauspicious start: my friendly email had bounced back and there seemed no other means of contacting the organisers, so although the website said just turn up, I was now afraid that after a long day and a delayed start, the lengthy commute could very possibly end in failure.   Continue reading Finding A Women’s Circle

Disappointed When Not Disappointed

Grudges and grievances.  I have been reflecting rather unhappily on the sad recognition that sometimes (only sometimes!) when things don’t go as badly as expected, I am disappointed.  That strikes me as mad, but there is no avoiding the fact that it does happen. Continue reading Disappointed When Not Disappointed