What’s In A Name?
I wouldn’t say I had an abusive childhood, but I had my fair share of hard, angry words spoken into my life by my father. It was usually to do with the things that children deal with: a school subject they don’t like and therefore don’t perform very well in the exams. Or some plates left unwashed or floors not swept. Nothing major that would justify being told: ‘you’re good for nothing”, “you won’t amount …