Saturday, October 24, 2020

My first ever DRIVE THROUGH Flu Jab.



1 Welcome all feelings as signals/information not a 'to do list'
2 Practice sharing feelings in everyday life NOT emotion outbursts but as they feel in reality. 
3 Think when you have feeling rather than allowing feelings to speak for you. 
4 Look beyond a persons difficult behaviour or words. Think UPSTREAM. 
5 Help others, and yourself, by sharing emotions first which gives permission for others to try it themselves. 




'OUT OF DARKNESS' the Rock Band - triggered memories here linked to my Y Club Days.


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Thursday, October 22, 2020

Twitter:: I welcomed this affirmation of our BLOB CARDS.

Such a deep & powerful conversation with an under 21 yr old using @realpipwilson 's Blob cards to help them tell the story of the bereavements they've experienced and the pain that has made them feel trapped. 
SUCH a valuable resource, thank you.

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Tuesday, October 20, 2020

A young friend of mine writes from a most powerful EXPERIENCE.

This is written by a young friend of mine 
& published here with his permission

I’m going to tell a story I’ve never put out there till now.... before I do I’ll also explain that a close family members suicide changed the course of my whole life growing up... 

the story: just over a year ago I was at a train station in Essex waiting for the train I saw a woman with tears in her eyes with her toes just over the edge of the platform .. bare in mind this is rush hour no one noticed her and if so they didn’t they say anything.... I stood beside her tapped her hand and she stepped back and looked me in the eyes as i spoke I stood in front of her blocking her path to the track.. I said I noticed you look upset I am a good listener if I would like to talk about it and at first she wouldn’t speak .. then as I was speaking a train came, as I stood Infront of her it pulled up and I said come aint this your train and she hesitantly got on .. I sat next to her and as tears flowed from her eyes she touched my hand and she said you don’t realised what I was about to do there you just saved my life.. i then explained to her about my close family member who took their life and how it’s affected me and my family .. she then explained she had just come from court and someone who abused her for years when she was young got away with it .. anyway I stayed on the train with her until the stop she said was hers and got off with her I wasn’t going to leave her till I was sure she was ok.. I walked her to he exit and she said she’ll be fine and we then hugged... and as I walked away I couldn’t help but cry .. imagine I had got to the station a minute later or didn’t take notice of the women like the other people, you never know what battle people are facing.. we have to be there for our fellow humans in times of need that is that is what humanity is about.. and if your suffering yourself never suffer alone speak to someone 🙏❤️



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Thursday, October 15, 2020

Pre age 26 I worked in 4 factories .......AND THEN A JOURNEY NOW REFLECTING ..............

 Leaving school at 15 - the journey::

Pre age 26 I worked in 4 factories.

26+ we lived and worked residentially in

* three YMCA's (one was a YWCA actually)

* one inner-city urban Youth Work project

* one Manchester Childrens Department, Youth Offenders school

I don't remember the 100's of names BUT:: 

I remember so many vivid stories from their lips


I was talking with a young man aged 22.  
He’s been living in our YMCA for four weeks,
previously he was living alone,
homeless, for three months.

For the whole of that time he was alone 
he slept in a rubbish chute in a tower block.  

It was the warmest place for him, 
that’s where he felt comfortable, 
that’s where he was secure.

He came from a ‘CARE” - 
a childcare background.  
His parents had rejected him when he was 2 years old. 
He was quietly spoken and gentle in his mannerisms, 
not hostile in any way.  
When I asked him if he had any relatives, 
he said yes, but he didn’t want anything to do with them.  
He didn’t mention his foster parents as being his 'relatives' in any way.  
He was warm, authentic, pleasant, cool, 
but not cold in his responses to me.  

Several times when I sat with him in the YMCA dining room having some food together, 
I asked whether he minded if I asked him questions, 
and he didn’t, 
so we chatted away a number of times. 

He was honest.  
He was willing to answer questions openly with authenticity without embarrassment. 
I asked him all sorts of questions, more and more detail as time went on, 
checking every now and again 
whether he was happy to answer questions with me just throwing them at him.

We talked mostly about his three months living alone in the rubbish chute. 
The whole experience and his thought processes during that experience.

I asked him what his prized possession was while he was on his own and, 
- he thought for a while.  
I asked him if it was it the watch he wore?  
I asked him if it was his T Shirt or some possession?  
He said it was his sleeping bag.
The worst thing which had ever happened to him, he told me, 
was when his sleeping bag and all his clothes got nicked.

He used to wash sometimes in the town centre precinct toilets. 
When he was on a tube train people used to move away from him 
when he sat down next to them.  
He used to get a little bit of money by begging; 
maximum in a day would be about £5.  
When he plucked up courage to go to the Housing Department for help, 
…………. he was given a leaflet.

 How did you eat, I asked, how did you survive? 
He begged!   
With that income he was able to buy but 
other times he went to Sainsbury’s Supermarket 
and nicked food to live. 
Was he ever caught? I asked. 
Yes.  But they let him off.

One of the kindest things he talked about was one morning when he was still asleep 
someone came and threw a big black bag of rubbish  down the chute and over him. 
When the person realised what had happened he apologised for having doused him with rubbish.  
As well as an apology he said that for him not to worry that he wouldn’t report him. 
That was considered the only act of kindness he experienced in three months.

Living in the YMCA now for him is positive, 
he expressed this gently with no enthusiasm 
but in a real calculated way. 
He said that he attended the Foyer Resources, 
the training unit we have in the YMCA 
to assist such youngsters to become equipped for the future. 
While I was talking to him one of our young women residents, 
who herself had had all sorts of 
problems in her past - and even now, 
came over and whispered to him, 
gave him a little cuddle and said 
“If you want to talk to me you know where I am” 
and walked away. 

Here in this community he’s been accepted and loved. 
For him this is a non-threatening gentle community 

where he’s been built up and encouraged.

In the future he wants to get a job in the catering trade in London. 
He’s well prepared to travel into London and do 
the most basic low paid menial task to get into regular work, 
which is very encouraging.




All these experiences – vivid encounters, 
give me feelings – right to the heart  - 
right in the soul where growth resides.
I want to feel and disclose feelings.
Unless I disclose my feelings to you
You don't know me
you only know my activity
you only read my body language
you only feel me through the clicking of distant keys
I want to disclose - it is good for me
it is good for our relationship 
sometimes I will be sad, 
frustrated, lonely, hurt, failing ......
amongst the golden stuff
when I tell you I hurt
that does not mean I am destroyed and lame
it means I am stretching my sensitivity to my interior
and not being an exterior human - only.

This is an extract from my book:: 
If I could get you to read ONE book of mine
it would be the one with
60 years of my journey in it.
called 'Gutter Feelings' 
- the 2012 edition - NOT THE 1985 edition.


Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Instead of using the words ‘Mental Health’

The only thing I ask you to CONSIDER

...... I would love it if you could post your email in the 
right sidebar on my 
 - I have something big coming up & I want to engage with you .....
... if you can consider? 


We all have an UPSTREAM

We all have an UPSTREAM


Parents who failed to love

were unable to love

didn't feel love in their own lives?

Maybe our regrettable behaviour

can be traced back to learning

in our own childhood

which we need to unlearn?

We all have an upstream & 

to become aware of some of it

helps us in our living going forward?

We can't change the past but

we can lean from it.

Be BECOMING not just 'being'.

 is the place to search with the word UPSTREAM

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