Ann Brown: A Survivor’s Story – Reclaiming Lost Years
Born in 1964, in a village near Wolverhampton, I am a survivor of domestic abuse and violence. My innate personality is lively and outgoing, and that’s how I was as a child. But back in the sixties and early seventies, I was was seen as “bossy” and a “show-off” because that’s not how little girls […]
Frances Day: A Survivor’s Story – Worlds Apart from Where I Am Today
I was born in Halifax, my mum was 16 and my dad was 19 – so they were only babies themselves. They were hard working, from a working class background and they bought their first home for £50. Can you believe it? At that time, my dad was an engineer and we emigrated to […]
A Letter to Mankind
I am still connected to you, like death clinging to a cigarette. I’m tied to you through the ruptured cord of our children. I am stuck to you through a shared Mobius strip of haunted memories and lopsided photographs. Jolted screams of laughter burst the silence.
The drama and tragedy of teen domestic violence.
We can all remember our first love. We can relive the same intense feelings, regrettably recalling our most impulsive behaviours and amateur outbursts. There is no truer saying than the first cut is the deepest for many reasons, cheered on by our romanticised notions of what love really is. We’re still learning our lines, feeling through emotions and understanding who we are. Accompanied by an intoxicating chemical surge of hormones. This is why we can all relate to the words of inexperience uttered by Romeo.
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