Hey, can I come and play with you? Can I be part of your gang? hey, why don’t I get invited to those parties? why… I’m a child at school and I’m in the non-popular majority in my class. We all know that there is a small group of cool people who regard themselves as [...]
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How a smart girl got 2 out of 10 in maths
This story goes back a few decades… When I was 15 I decided to leave school and get a job. School was boring, and leaving part-way through was clearly a step forward in my career as Black Sheep of the Family, with special expertise at Letting My Parents Down. A couple of years later, I [...]
Taking things for granted
When I was a kid, my mother used to make me clothes. I hated that – because what I wanted was to have new clothes with the trendy labels that would earn me coolness points at school. What size fortune would I have to pay now if I wanted clothes made to measure? I had [...]
Learning to keep praise at arm’s length
It is so very tempting to accept other people’s praise and absorb it as though their opinion matters, but then what happens when they don’t like what you’re doing, when they don’t approve, when they throw brickbats rather than bouquets? I can’t afford to take other people’s praise too seriously, I can’t afford to let it shape my own opinion of [...]
Finding stuff I’d lost
It’s over two years since I finished the counselling course and I’m still finding stuff that I’d lost back then. I had no idea what that course would cost me, and am still finding out. Continue reading
What the hell is religion good for?
I’ve been drafting this on and off for a while, ever since I came across a post online that said: “Religion is for people who don’t want to go to hell when they die”, and then compared it unfavourably with “spirituality” – a term which I feel people use in so many different ways that I [...]
Not a clue where I’m going – can you cope with that?
“So what is it that you’re doing with yourself these days?” “Are you still working on that novel?” “How are you getting on with finding work in the field you trained for?” I get these questions from well-intentioned people, who are – poor lambs – trying to keep track of what’s going on with me. [...]
