Getting out always was the thing when I was younger be that to the informal what today they'd call unstructured rustic play areas with grass and a few trees dotted about where in the absence of play equipment we created our "play" in our heads, running around, kicking a ball in the street or going to park which in those pre subsidence works tended to be muddy and sinking in the middle.
Wednesday, 13 April 2022
Something for the road
Getting out always was the thing when I was younger be that to the informal what today they'd call unstructured rustic play areas with grass and a few trees dotted about where in the absence of play equipment we created our "play" in our heads, running around, kicking a ball in the street or going to park which in those pre subsidence works tended to be muddy and sinking in the middle.
Wednesday, 6 April 2022
Looking after each other as Boys
While the international picture is a matter of considerable concern my thoughts are more centred elsewhere.
It's not the most comfortable thing to say but as men and boys we struggle with emotions, some coming close to denying whole areas of them unless deemed to be "manly" they are experiencing, that are actually affecting how and why they are behaving at that moment.
We do experience trauma and loss that as much as we don't wish for any soppy stuff is affecting our actions and relationships.
We "shut down", we become unusually irritable, uncooperative or even angry because we are affected as much as we're trying to kid everybody we are not having not processed our feelings.
Yelling "Get Over It" really is nothing like the answer because we just haven't as anyone whose been through PTSD will tell you.
Wednesday, 30 March 2022
Being dressed as a LB
Would they look at you with two heads, may be refuse to speak to you or otherwise be spoken of in whispers or is it that actually they're ok really with it?
I'm inclined to think most of the time it's a "I'm okay, you're okay" standoff where everybody just holds back on verbalizing how they feel so it's just little game society plays especially after one group of people outed me only to find everyone I knew just wasn't bothered wanting me in roles that involved interacting with others who just may of heard something.
While the experience wasn't good and sure, those people shouldn't of done what did, in one way they did me a favour - they forced me confront the reality and just be open about it.


