When I started seeing a therapist eighteen months ago, it was with the hope that I might be able to address my insomnia, although choosing that path was a recognition that insomnia was, for me at least, the symptom rather than the disease, and that my stress and unhappiness were what I really needed help… Read More »
No, not me! Well; in truth, I am a bit grumpy just now, but this post isn’t about me, its about my father. He’s definitely grumpy; sometimes very grumpy, even downright miserable. Of course, he has every reason to be: a hip operation causing mobility problems, shortness of breath, a malfunctioning heart, problems with his… Read More »
I saw my mum today. First time in the two months since Dad broke his hip. First time since she went into the nursing home. It’s only a few hundreds yards from their house, but Dad hasn’t been able to get there to see her yet. That saddens me because I think he’s putting it off.
“Say three things about yourself, one of which is untrue,” was the instruction. I nearly died in an avalanche. I nearly died in a car accident. I nearly died flying a plane. The first of these was a truth and I’ve decided to write about it today.
“Single Subject” is the theme for this week’s Sinful Sunday. I wasn’t going to post, but I found myself deep in my old photos and a picture of my arse popped up. I zoomed in a bit and here it is:
I haven’t done one of my occasional “Big Man Does The Chores” posts for a while. The truth is, I haven’t done any kind of post for a while.
I wasn’t going to do.a sinful Sunday this week; somehow it seemed the wrong thing to be thinking about while I’m down here looking after my poor old mum.
As I said in my previous post, I have recently found myself hiding from things, from real life, binge watching series on Netflix, Amazon or the BBC. There have been a few since I went into lockdown on my own, and a couple of weeks ago I started Mad Men, the slick 60’s set drama… Read More »
Back in 2016 I wrote a post about a session with an experienced American Dominatrix. Ten minutes in, with an insight that startled me at the time, she told me: “You’re just a little boy!” I had been reminded of the session by an article on Transactional Analysis, a longstanding therapy technique that considers our “parent,”… Read More »
I was imagining the next stage of the post-lockdown easing of Covid-19 restrictions. There is definitely a stage coming where we’ll be allowed to meet other people again, but only if we wear Personal Protective Equipment.
It’s often hard to get motivated to do a Sinful Sunday post when I’m on my own; hard to feel in any sense “sinful.” Not in the way I used to feel sinful when I was playing away, or the way I feel now when I’m with her. For so long, sexual stimulation when I was… Read More »
I’ll admit that, once in a while, I’ll find myself on porn sites; not often, and usually when we’ve been apart for a while. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I have eclectic tastes.