It was only when I started doing my therapy training in 2010 that I started to follow the thread of maternal disengagement back to my grandmother.
Dear Mum: I’m sorry I used to be embarrassed by your accent
In that moment I came to realise that an accent is more than an accent - it's a story.
Looking from the shore
A mother-daughter collaboration about stepping back, reflecting, and finding peace.
River
Take me firmly by a trembling hand, and pull me up and out again.
Me, my mother, and I
You weren’t there when I needed you. I felt crushed by you. You made me feel like I had to be small.
Secret.
A poem about panic.
What’s in a name?
What happens when you're given the wrong diagnostic label?
Stretched lips
My smile meant nothing. It was practiced to preserve An impression of Deserved ambition; Just desserts; my achievements. Is it worse if I Felt nothing or I Felt so much that my own fumes Cut my oxygen? By Imogen Shaw Header image: 'Kiki' by cyberex
Some Fates Worse Than Death
A short story about being confused about your sexuality.
Blueprint 