I recently joined a Socialist group. My reasoning being that the situation in the world is becoming so ridiculous that I needed to take action of some kind. Subsequently when I was walking through the centre of East Crydon and saw a group of people selling leaflets and papers under the banner of ‘Socialist Appeal,’…… Continue reading How dialectics has helped my mental health
This article leads on from the last one that I published, in which I wrote about my last doctors meeting and the subjects which arose in it. In this one I’m going to focus on one single issue, which also came out of that meeting, because I think it merits a whole article. The subject…… Continue reading Transference- helpful or not?
History has a way of barging its way into the present, imposing itself into the here and now so that space and time bend and concede to old emotion- flaring up from underneath, thrusting out from the depths and into the mind eye in a single moment erupting from the chest and mouth like hot…… Continue reading Hot Lava (poem)
Psychologists are my friends. When I am with them I don’t have to pretend, I don’t have to know or remember how to bend. Psychologists see me into simple, straight lines- and hold no grudge if I slow or fall behind. They do not judge me if I stutter, freeze, or move out of time,…… Continue reading Psychologists are my friends (poem)
Mad new world 