Posted in Health, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 20th, 2010
Right, having dealt with the unpleasant events of fact number 9 let’s move on to the rather lighter events of fact number 10. You’ve probably gathered by now that I was a skinny child although Mum always tried to persuade me that ‘slim’ was a much more attractive word. When I was 11, during my [...]
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Posted in Abuse, Mental Archaeology, Pain, Rape on Jul 19th, 2010
Despite the horrendous number of drugs I’m still taking I’ve decided it’s time to get back to writing. I was tempted to pass over number 9 in my list and go straight to number 10 but then I remembered why I started this blog. The purpose of writing about my childhood and teenage years is [...]
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Part of this story is quite serious, it was one of the worst times of my tenth year and demonstrates the parlous state of child psychology in the 60s. After a couple of months being molested every weekend I reacted by becoming a bed wetter. I had absolutely no history of night time accidents since [...]
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First up from the list of 33 odd facts is number 7, a story I told some time ago but which bears retelling as it graphically illustrates the boy I once was. This is a funny story although, for me, it wasn’t at the time. It became one of my Mother’s stock tales calculated to [...]
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I had a highly productive day yesterday. I spent three hours in hospital finally having the physical evidence of being used as a sixteen year old human yo-yo removed. It was my first experience of undergoing surgery while still awake, although quite heavily sedated, and it was very strange listening to the surgeon and the [...]
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The next morning I was given two envelopes, one addressed to my Games Master and one addressed to the Headmaster. The one to the Headmaster went to his secretary of course one could hardly expect the man himself to take notice of the trivial matter of a broken Fourth Former. Delivering the other letter to [...]
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We finally got in to see the doctor and I was asked to do my customary underpants only performance. I’d looked up scoliosis and didn’t like what I’d read so I sort of forgot to mention it to my parents, hoping that it would go away. It hadn’t gone away, it was the first thing [...]
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I was beginning to hate being 15. It seemed that when it suited my parents and School Masters I was expected to behave like an adult but when it came to decision making I was immediately returned to childhood status and denied a voice in things that affected my life. I bemoaned that fact to [...]
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After another long wait my name was finally called and I was escorted into the august presence of the Consultant. Like so many men of his station he had the sort of demeanour that made a boy automatically call him Sir. It seemed that I was the victim of serious disinformation as far as procedures [...]
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After what felt like miles of corridor the nurse stopped outside a door, pushed it open and ordered me inside with the instruction “There’s a gown in there, take everything off, put the gown on then go out the other door”. “What?” I squeaked “Everything?”. “Yes, everything now get a move on!” “But I’m only [...]
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