Repulsed by cruelty

Repulsed by cruelty

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” I was taught to say this at school if called a name – and I did, when I was. Even before I began to be a spectacles wearer – not a cool look in 1978 – I was singled out for being small, skinny and...
Re asking the question: why so afraid of the truth?

Re asking the question: why so afraid of the truth?

“That’s a bit harsh.” There it was again.  A put down, albeit accompanied by a smile. A ‘get-back-in-your-box’ comment. I could add it to the collection, along with, “straight talking,” “feisty,” “scary,” “abrupt,” not to mention the emotional or bossy comments....
Restitution for the violated

Restitution for the violated

Niceties over, when the business talk began I was not prepared for the assault.  I was being sacked. By telephone. With no prior notice or warning, no invitation to discuss my behaviour, no consultation at  all.  After 23 years.  A...
Recognising the last straw

Recognising the last straw

The last straw. What was your last straw? What made you finally snap after years of tolerating abuse, manipulation and deceit? I knew I was being unfairly treated, managed, and used, but I told myself time and again that I could cope with it, that it wasn’t all bad,...
Re-illuminating: gaslighting at work

Re-illuminating: gaslighting at work

In the darkness of a late January evening, the rest of my family upstairs preparing for their evening of television in bed, I laid my head on my desk and sobbed. Sobbed in despair. In fear that I was losing my mind. I sobbed because it seemed I had been mistaken that...