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Therapy session number 3. Huge improvement on last time, that’s for sure. I’m sat in a cafe near Chops’ nursery waiting to go and pick her up and giving myself a bit of time to ‘debrief’ and reflect on the last hour. I spoke lots today to Ian about my job, similar things to what I was saying in my post ‘Changing’. I mentioned briefly how I’ve always felt that bar work is a real “Sing for your supper” job. There are both stereotypes and expectations placed on the person you’ll find behind the bar of a lively pub- you expect the staff to be well turned out and you … Continue reading →

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So, on Monday I saw my best bud from uni and took great joy in telling him; “Hey, here’s a sentence we’ve been waiting to hear me say for a while- ‘I’m going to therapy tomorrow!’”. And we had a good laugh and, yeah. Very little else was said about it. That’s the way it is though I suppose. That’s what my blog is for, airing out all the stuff that the real world aren’t really sure how to react to. Yesterday, that something was therapy. Or counselling I suppose. Whatever name you wish to give going to your doctors surgery and chatting to a man you’ve never met for … Continue reading →