by Cath - 1 February 2009
I think I have lived like this as long as I can remember. Even in the midst of my own nuclear family I wasn’t part of it. My parents wrapped up in each other, my older sister too busy demanding and getting what was available of their attention, at least when she wasn’t fighting with me. And there was I, quietly trying to please – them, my teachers, anyone who would be my friend. Maybe I tried too hard.
Perched On The Doorsteps Of Other People’s Lives continues »
by Cath - 6 January 2009
It’s been really bad in recent weeks. I was warned that coming out of the closet would do that to me, but I suppose no one fully expects quite the extent to which BIID can take over. Until it does.
Bad BIID Day continues »
by Cath - 28 December 2008
It is Friday evening and I am sitting in my lovely sleek Ti-Lite ZRA looking at the blank page on my word processor and wondering where to start. It’s not like me to be stuck for words – I am a linguist by training, if not these days by profession. Friends would laugh at my unaccustomed inarticulacy, but then they don’t know that I am here and I may never get round to telling them, though I would dearly love to some day.
Coming Out continues »