Tiddles loves Rover: September 2013

Thursday, 26 September 2013

Bad taste

Asda and Tesco withdraw 'psycho' patient outfits http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-24278768

An asbolute disgrace they two large supermarkets should consider stocking the costumes.
I suffer from mental health - I'm not a "psycho", "mental" or "violent". There are many others like me who live a normal life. I am so angered by the costumes and the ignorance of people who felt it would be OK to sell them.

Living with mental health is easier than living with the stigma - scandal helps increase awareness of stigmatisation.

Thursday, 19 September 2013

Noel Gallagher & Paul Weller - The Butterfly Collector

Eastenders - 19th September 2013

Lack of trust with parents and why Lauren drinks.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/i/b03bd64l/

So, so very insightful.
And not something explored with my counselling.

Sports day - past memories

Why today I thought about the only sports day I ever went to - I have no idea but the dreadful memory has come back to me.

Junior school, the overweight, over developed, spotty girl - useless at any sporting activity so I'm put in for the obstacle race.

I have no friends in school - people think I'm weird and ugly so avoid me. My mother and step-father are not there as they are working.

The sports day is in a park mid-way between the school and home which is a mile away along a busy high street.

The race starts - I'm slow because I just am and because I've never been that competitive in a sporty way. Doing all the obstacles with the best skill and desterity I can muster until it comes to a forward roll. Never been able to do one before or since - they make me feel really sick. I stood there by the mat - paralysed by fear unable to think about not being able doing the darned thing but psyhing myself up to do it (I am very self competitive).

The crowd - parents and fellow students - started shouting "do the forward roll, do the forward roll" followed by "just run, just run" interjected with "you fat, ugly cow" - I could do neither. So I cried, peed myself and ran off to an empty home.

I'd erased that memory - why has it come back today?