and then
Had to leave the dinner table to get away from my father hurling abuse at the TV news, screaming at my sister, threatening to shove his foot up the dog’s bum, and swearing when someone makes too much noise while clearing up the dishes. Paralysed.
Come back to an email with a detailed sociological critique from a friend of why I am wrong in asking him not to use the word ‘cunt’ on my Facebook page and why it is not misogynistic.
Need to be working on my presentation for the conference tomorrow, and the university wants me to be interviewed by the newspaper about it. Supreme lack of confidence or any kind of self-assurance right now, however. Not a good combination.
Will I ever be strong enough to stay angry, instead of reverting to fear and shame?
