I'm guessing that someone who is at ease with delivering malignant language also has the facility for forgetting about it. Unhappily, the listener doesn't have that luxury. All of the following has been remembered with exquisite clarity: Dad's quotes: “What’s all this rubbish about committing suicide?” In First suicide attempt “If you really … Continue reading Glossary of Quotes
The next day, a Saturday, dad decided I was to do some sweeping. He thrust a broom into my hands and frog-marched me to the nearest classroom. He stood over me as I swept, repeatedly jabbing me in the chest. “You’re An Animal!”. JAB! “You’re An Animal!” JAB! “you….. ANIMAL!” JAB! I carried on sweeping, … Continue reading I am useless and good for nothing
This was a seminal moment for me. I assumed he was speaking with the authority of one who knew about the toxic properties of Jeyes Fluid. Also, and this was a plus, there was loads of the stuff in the New College School cloakroom. It must have been obvious by now that I didn’t want … Continue reading Third suicide attempt.
The following day was a Sunday, not a schoolday. Marianne was at boarding school, so there were only the three of us at home. Upon waking, I heard the sound of crashing coming from downstairs which meant dad was in a Mood about something. It transpired that mum had blamed him for my mental condition, … Continue reading Home again