Quick trigger warning – if you’ve been through painful experiences yourself recently, then this post may be too raw and painful, and as it is not my intention to make life harder for anyone who is working through such trauma, the warning is here to suggest that you close this one down, and come back to the next post, which will probably be about 80s pop, or Mary Mungo and Midge or whatever.
Some of you may have read @SurviveCourts blog, Surviving Safeguarding, where she talks about her experiences of being on the hard end of the social work experience, rather putting all our gripes of trolleys with knackered wheels, or endless frustration with laptops and workloads into perspective. Some of you may have had the pleasure of seeing her speak, which is truly an inspirational experience.
I find myself lucky enough to have got to know her a little, and I’m proud and honoured to think of her as a friend. Though she be but little, she is fierce.
So it was a huge shock to learn that she’d gone through a recent tragedy, and like most of those who have come to know her and hold her in high regard, I wanted to do something, even a tiny something, to help.
Louise Tickle (or as we should now all call her “The Mail on Sunday’s Louise Tickle” as apparently they now own her, in some sort of Jonathan Pryce East India Company style arrangement) got the ball rolling on this, and she says everything that I wanted to say, but better. Because she’s a proper grown up writer, and not a hack like me.
If you can visit the link and help out at all, even in a small way, it would mean a lot to us all.