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Category Archives: Abusive Behaviour
Over the years I have heard some truly ridiculous theories – and even phobias – concerning epilepsy. All of those ridiculous statements concerning radiation, or a troubled pregnant mother and whatever else is out there; I’ve heard it all and … Continue reading
I’m just going to come right out and say it: I am terrified of my autistic son. He is sixteen years old, stands at about five foot eight and has the strength of three grown men. The slightest sign of … Continue reading
She stood on a chilly street underneath a streetlamp – the only source of heat. All she had was a small suitcase, an address and a postcode. Beyond that she had no idea what the future held. Her aggressor – … Continue reading
How Did I Meet My Ex-Husband Anyway? He was on a street corner late at night, guitar in hand and singing his heart out. A lonely busker, out past midnight in the hope that clubbers would drop him some money.
After my ex-partner made me homeless I chose to return to my ancestral Romani roots and hit the road for a while. After all, I had always wanted to leave my home town and I had friends throughout the British … Continue reading
“You pretend to have seizures because you want the attention – you’re not really Epileptic at all.” I looked at my then-husband and flinched. How could he be saying this to me when – in the past – he’d witnessed … Continue reading