New Office, Old Me

New Office, Old Me

Hello beautiful people! It’s been so long since I last wrote… 3 months I think! July disappeared to packing and planning a Minecraft themed birthday party (!) – August went to The Move, and ALL the unpacking – – and most of September has...
I’m not traumatised… am I?

I’m not traumatised… am I?

“All it takes for someone to be traumatised, is for them to feel overwhelmed and alone in their feelings” I watched Gabor’s documentary on trauma, “The Wisdom of Trauma” (link below) last night. Late at night I found myself weeping at the...
Self Compassion and the Third Culture Kid

Self Compassion and the Third Culture Kid

I marvel at how often self compassion (or the lack of it!) comes up in my work with Third Culture Kids. I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, my own therapists point it out in me too. But it does seem a strange kind of paradox that TCKs, who we all talk about as...

Languages – those we’ve loved, and lost.

To speak is to be. At least in my world. I’m a verbal processor and I swear I sometimes don’t know what I’m thinking until I speak it. In social terms, we often don’t feel we exist until we are heard and understood by the world around us. Babies know this first. Of...