I had a very quiet childhood, which in some ways was very safe and secure. Although we didn’t have much money we were well fed and clothed. I had one brother who was 4 years older than me and we were surrounded by great Aunts and Uncles, who lived up and down the lane. My father who had lost his father when he was only 9 adored all his Aunts and Uncles and would do nothing that he thought might offend or upset them. My mother was a rather cold women, with a great sense of duty, and only with the hindsight of my adult self do I now realise that she was probably very depressed. She had lost 2 fiancés during the war, her favourite brother had died and just before I was born her father died.
As a child I always felt like the cuckoo in the nest, my brother was adored and spoilt, and I had to be sensible, and keep the peace. This pattern of behaviour became embedded in a way that meant as an adult I was always the one to offer to do things, say yes when I wanted to say no and never ever ask for a favour.
Luckily I was a keen reader and had an enquiring mind and I learned a lot through reading and as I grew I gradually began to develop my own standards and goals for myself. I was lucky to go to University in Scotland, where I studied Psychology, and although not the best student, as I always liked to point out the flaws in accepted ideas, Psychology gave me a framework for my own ideas which I still have today.
I have worked with people with social and emotional issues all my working life, and I know that for myself and for others creative activities can bypass the stories we tell ourselves, and help us to express feelings and emotions that we cannot put into words. I am at the stage in my life now where I can spend more time on creative pursuits and I feel that is going to be very good for my thriving.