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Elizabeth's avatar

This is bang on!!! I’ve been told for years that I am strong, sensible, reliable, resolute... it’s all meant really positively... but actually puts a lot of pressure on me to never show weakness. I’m always the one to break bad news, sent to the awkward appointments. Left to deal with the troublesome issues. Because “your so good at these things”. But it is hard. Sometimes I want looked after, coddled. When my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer when she was 53, I was 29, she said “don’t worry, I’ll not be hanging around to haunt you. I know you’ll be ok. So I can move on without worrying about you.” It was meant as a joke. But it made me feel like I HAD to be ok. I HAD to move on too. And I didn’t feel ok.

I try to not put these “labels” on others. My son or my younger sister. But we all fall for it. It’s not just about “give a dog a bad name”. Sometimes a *good* name can be just as effecting.

Also. Totally agree re Lupin. Can’t wait for more.

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Carmen's avatar

For days and days, I've put off reading the email with your newsletter in it. The little red notification almost making fun of me for not finding the headspace and time to concentrate on something longer than 2 paragraphs. And now, the evening before my first ever therapy session, I read about lables and narratives that surround us. You speak of things that broke me over the course of this pandemic and let me to pick up the phone and (finally!) call a professional to talk about my issues. Now, I sit on my couch and feel like having a tiny epiphany moment about my own life and about the lables that I always thought were meant to accompany me throughout my whole life. Lables I got in my teenager years and lables I tried to live up to since.

Thank you, for writing these words and thanks to the universe for making me read them at exactly this moment.

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