This is a somewhat personal post and a unapologetic plea too. Malcolm, please remove if inappropriate, l certainly won't take offense.
I'm in the process of redecorating (refurbishing) our daughter's room. She recently qualified as a teacher, has bought a flat and moved out...
In the pipe boxing behind the radiator there was a collection of Lego bits, a few pencils, buttons and a rizla pack with the top torn off - all pre dating our occupation, I guess from the 70s/80s. Under the black paint on the beams there were layers of gloss red, yellow and blue! Guess it was a kid's room for some time...
There are still two more layers of floor before the original, probably there's kids stuff below that (lovely hand-made clay marbles amongst other things found elsewhere).
But to get to the point; I removed the wooden patress behind the light switch today and found it was signed and dated.
Only from six years ago, by our daughter, but I had a huge emotional reaction.
This was from a time that her mental health wasn't great, things like razors, pencil sharpeners etc were kept in a locked box, all internal locks/bolts (including bathrooms) had been removed... The well was padlocked shut.
On occasions, home from hospital, periods of suicide watch etc., she re-wired her room, using a good selection of power tools, sharp and pointy things (all supervised) as a distraction activity - PP therapy! It really seemed to help. But I'd completely forgotten she signed her work.
At the same time I found the general banter and debate on here a great help to my own sense of proportion - thank you all.
So all this has motivated me to post this small appeal. Anna, my partner, her mum is running the London Marathon on Sunday, raising sponsorship for Mind. She's done incredibly well so far in her fundraising and training but any more donations would be great at a time when money is tight for everyone, particularly charities.
Here's the donation link and her story if want to read some more...
Thanks for getting to the end...
I'm in the process of redecorating (refurbishing) our daughter's room. She recently qualified as a teacher, has bought a flat and moved out...
In the pipe boxing behind the radiator there was a collection of Lego bits, a few pencils, buttons and a rizla pack with the top torn off - all pre dating our occupation, I guess from the 70s/80s. Under the black paint on the beams there were layers of gloss red, yellow and blue! Guess it was a kid's room for some time...
There are still two more layers of floor before the original, probably there's kids stuff below that (lovely hand-made clay marbles amongst other things found elsewhere).
But to get to the point; I removed the wooden patress behind the light switch today and found it was signed and dated.
Only from six years ago, by our daughter, but I had a huge emotional reaction.
This was from a time that her mental health wasn't great, things like razors, pencil sharpeners etc were kept in a locked box, all internal locks/bolts (including bathrooms) had been removed... The well was padlocked shut.
On occasions, home from hospital, periods of suicide watch etc., she re-wired her room, using a good selection of power tools, sharp and pointy things (all supervised) as a distraction activity - PP therapy! It really seemed to help. But I'd completely forgotten she signed her work.
At the same time I found the general banter and debate on here a great help to my own sense of proportion - thank you all.
So all this has motivated me to post this small appeal. Anna, my partner, her mum is running the London Marathon on Sunday, raising sponsorship for Mind. She's done incredibly well so far in her fundraising and training but any more donations would be great at a time when money is tight for everyone, particularly charities.
Here's the donation link and her story if want to read some more...
Thanks for getting to the end...
Anna Eagles
Why Mind? End 2014. Life seemed sorted and rosy. Then my daughter Jess was ill, but not with a visible illness. Not one you could see on an X-ray or fix with an operation. Not one I understood. Eating
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