It was recently suggested that, particularly in writing this blog, I am a navel-gazing, diagnosis-obsessed, wallower.  I suppose that I am, in fairness.  Most of what I write here is long-winded negativity that probably doesn’t help any readers who feel that they are genuinely progressing to the fabled state of recovery. I have never been, [...]

WARNING: RANT I am going on holiday this evening. Ergo, I will be (mostly) in absentia until at least 24 May. Unlike the preceeding hours before the last time I went on holiday, I am not in a good mood. I am, in fact, muderously livid. C is to blame (surprise surprise), even though it’s [...]

Recent conversations with C regarding my experiences of child sex abuse have been highly suggestive that there’s a lot more to what happened than that which is recalled in my forefront, conscious memory. In recent sessions, and outside them at times too, I keep getting flashbacks of incidents of which I’d not previously been aware, [...]