Child Psychology: Mother knows best?

I made a promise to myself at eighteen- no child psychology. I love children. I’ll call them ‘sprog‘ and ‘brats‘ in my mind and have unjust opinions about them and with this attitude you’d want to keep your little miracle away from me. But beneath whatever personality they’ve developed due to circumstance I love the…

The little boy with the knife

Five years ago, in a colourful sunlit room with half a dozen tiny witnesses a young boy pulled a knife out on me. It was at my summer internship at a practice that treated children, where I was dedicated to Danial, a boy of nine who was built like a tank, dressed like a golfer and acted like a…

My lips are sealed: Confidentiality and blogging

It’s been a while since I took to the keyboard but not for a lack of trying. On the contrary, ideas have been coming to me without having the courtesy to pause and take concrete form- writer’s block. But I’ve also been considering the ramifications of what I want to write. This blog is about…