I recently wrote an article for Femsplain (a bloody amazing feminist platform) about my relationship with my Mum. Its a pretty personal piece and I feel very lucky that its able to feature on a website that I have such respect for. For the full piece, just click the link below.
Having a bad childhood can be really annoying sometimes. Even in adulthood it likes to creep in and trip you up.
The worst time is Christmas, when you’re forced to make happy festive exchanges silent by answering their unassuming questions.
“What are your plans this year?”
“How does your family celebrate?”
“When are you heading home?”
It’s in situations like these when I like to detonate the old PHB. If you don’t know what this is, that’s because I invented it. It means Personal History Bomb. An explosive word vomit that gives the key details of my early years — abandonment, estrangement, mild-poverty — in one easy to swallow monologue.
For you, the reader, I’ll try and recreate my PHB digitally…