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
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!
Things are not right. Continue reading If You Don’t Know How You Feel, Do You Feel It?
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
I have a problem with my hand. Several visits to the doctor, several courses of antibiotics, and a month later I still have a problem with my hand. Continue reading Masochism
Actually, no, had a shower as well. It was about time. (I’m ashamed to say how long.) I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to get up even. And, until I did get up, I wasn’t that fussed about lunch. Continue reading By 2pm all I’ve done is have lunch
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