So often a diagnosis becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy

From: J Date: 24 July 2002 12:58 AM To: S Subject: Be wary Sis, this is a controversial illness.  Some people don’t really think it’s an illness in and of itself, more a label to slap on people who have more than one problem or who don’t slot in easily to another diagnosis. They’ll wanna stuff you with drugs and you need to be careful … Continue reading So often a diagnosis becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy

I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

Fax from J to S (J always posted letters, to receive a fax meant it was an ’emergency situation’   Friday 7 June 1996  17:16 Hey Sis, Mum took off about 40 minutes ago, so you’re probably all excited and everything, and I don’t mean to bring you down, but I’ve got this kind of emergency situation goin’ on and I could use some advice. … Continue reading I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

Bloody freeloading Australian backpackers.

Author: ‘Mum’ Date: 20/10/95  3:51 PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: So glad to hear going back to work wasn’t too traumatic for you or Brady. I am pleased that Brady likes it at Tracey’s and gets along with little Eleanor. It must be a big relief for you. Aunty Tia is much better and sparking on all fours again. Will probably be home today. … Continue reading Bloody freeloading Australian backpackers.

I guess you could call it a role playing, electronic, sexless, sci-fi, extra-marital affair.

31 August 1995 To you my Dear Dear Brother, Well where to start, maybe with the standard apology for not writing sooner or more often but I am afraid that the re-telling of the drudgery of my married life in the suburbs may not prove entertaining to you and besides I would rather you had some image in your head of me living in the … Continue reading I guess you could call it a role playing, electronic, sexless, sci-fi, extra-marital affair.