This is a common experience for me. I can’t imagine what a psychotherapist would make of it. The most recent instance came when something dropped on my wife’s head, leaving her with a small cut to her forehead and jolted by shock. Straight away, I presumed I was to blame. I wasn’t.
I'm originally from Liverpool and worked as a national magazine journalist for more than 30 years before suffering a stroke at age 53. I started blogging as part of a neuro-rehabilitation programme and wrote the very first entries with one finger of my disabled left hand. Later, art became another therapy for me at Headway East London's Submit To Love Studios. I write about my daily activities and encounters. In 1988, I married Jane. We are still together today, sharing our lives and making each other laugh.
View all posts by Billy Mann
Billy's Scrapbook 