With high profile national conferences, an affair more intimate and niche is appreciated. Alzheimer’s Research UK, a powerhouse for ongoing dementia charity and research, delivered this with their North West Network Early Career Researcher conference, a casual event of 70 attendees. It was held in the psychology building of my campus where I displayed a poster but I’d have gone irrespective, for the educational nuggets targeting ECRs. Continue reading
Thanks to scoping the internet for conference abstract deadlines I was accepted to present an elevator pitch at the 46th Annual Scientific Meeting of the Society for Academic Primary Care, a royal mouthful referred to as SAPC 2017. Continue reading
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 child underneath. It’s cliché but their confidence and unmarred perceptions are beautiful before the real world decides to crush them and I feel ill equipped to be in a position where I might be complicit in that crushing. Continue reading
I promised to review this book so let’s start by asking “Who is The Skeleton Cupboard for?” Hyperbole aside it is a must read for every aspiring psychologist, meriting a place on our undergraduate reading lists and if clinical psychology is your calling its contents will have you salivating:
“I first became fascinated by the frontal lobes of the human brain when I saw my grandmother’s sprayed across the skirting board…” Continue reading
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 my perspective but interactions with others are inevitable and necessary. Ultimately, writing about my experiences means writing about the experiences of others. But what right do I have to their stories? Continue reading