First blame

I had an English friend who also lived in the suburbs between my town and Paris. He's probably in his 50s, his wife is somewhere in her 30s. They're mostly nice by he strikes me as somewhat shallow. When I was attacked I thought I could talk to him. I half hoped that because he … Continue reading First blame

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Slut-shaming

A key that opens many locks is a master-key; a lock that gets opened by many keys is a shitty lock. - Glaswegian proverb. I didn't know what slut-shaming was until a few days ago. I had heard the term used but I hadn't put thought into what it meant or why it was being … Continue reading Slut-shaming

Emily

Emily lived in the room on the left-hand side of the hallway on the same floor as I did, her room was next to the kitchen and mine was diagonally opposite. She was 19, French and an architecture student at a suburban university. She had light brown hair, down to her shoulders, fair skin and … Continue reading Emily

I am probably an alcoholic

Throughout my life, I have had many experiences with alcohol. Since I was about ten there was a glass of Buck's Fizz at Christmas dinner and another shortly after at Hogmanay. I didn't get whisky until I had a toothache at 15 and my dad was high on painkillers and told me to. I actually … Continue reading I am probably an alcoholic

What do I want to achieve?

Yesterday the psychologist I saw asked me what I wanted to achieve by pressing charges and what I wanted the justice system to do. I hadn't really thought about this as such because I am sadly not expecting the justice system to do anything. It has been over two years and the only evidence is … Continue reading What do I want to achieve?

Free preview

The preface and the first three chapters are available as a free PDF download here over on my Patreon. You do not have to donate to download this but you may have to create a free account. There are advantages to signing up though. Please bear in mind that this isn't the final version but … Continue reading Free preview

Psychology

No title, my own work. Mixed media, oil pastels, dry pastels and water-colour pencils on sketch paper. Today was another hard day, I saw a psychologist for part of the police report. The hospital is a short walk from where I live so under dark grey clouds swollen with rain the boyfriend and I walked … Continue reading Psychology