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
It was surprising to discover that there was such a thing as a ‘Psychiatric Ward’ and that I was to be a ‘patient’. It meant I was therefore ‘ill’ and there may even be a ‘cure’, although I couldn’t imagine what the cure might be. I knew all about mental hospitals. They were known colloquially … Continue reading The psychiatric ward