It was an honour to read this poem at this year's Zebra day - where the theme was access. This poem that was sadly recognisable to many in the audience, highlights the language, assumptions and systems that tell us "not for you," to those already pushed to the margins. The anger here is very deliberate. It is a call for change. Too sensitive 'Cack-handed' Troubled, nervous Absent Distracted Ill The world is not the right shape for you No way to explain it the prognosis  is ho

I died when I was nine. I lay on a bed and I closed my eyes. And I wished for my mother. And died . It didn’t hurt to die like it hurt to live. It was a relief.

This week I had the privilege of speaking at the launch of  Dr Ruth Beecher 's new book: Community Health Practitioners and Child Sexual...

"No, that was not my sister musician, poet, artist, dancer, sensitive, lovely, loving girl..." Guest blog by a survivor of CSA

So now I am standing, high up on the hill and as I survey the beautiful town and the sparkling lights before me, I see that my future didn’t go anywhere, I just had to go on a long detour because the first path was blocked. I stopped and picked up a few hitchhikers along the way and they walk beside me as I continue this journey. They are called empathy, belief, strength and determination.