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Living with depression: "after a while even misery becomes stale" 

The Belle Jar describes the exhausting monotony of depression 


"I still get up and go to work and come home and eat food and laugh at jokes and hug my kid, but none of that makes me feel like the future is any less bleak. All of the things I do feel like nothing, which is somehow worse than if they felt bad. At least bad would be something; at least 'bad' is on a spectrum of sensation which might eventually be scaled until I get back to 'good'. But nothing is nothing is nothing."

Tuesday's blog of the day: Eating disorders should not be a source of shame

Glosswitch considers society's conflicting attitudes towards weight - and argues that no woman should feel guilty for internalising these messages


"We live in a culture in which it is shameful for women to be fat, but also shameful for women to want not to be fat. It is Cool Girl syndrome. We’re supposed to be 'girls that eat pizza and never gain weight'. Women's logical responses to a world that wants them to be both less than human and superhuman are nothing to be ashamed of. That we are not yet angry enough should be the only source of shame."

Monday's blog of the day: My son is non-verbal - what if no one ever understands him? 

Faith Mummy describes her struggle to communicate with her little boy, and shares her worries for his future

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"Still so much about him is a mystery. We are all guessing. And we could all be wrong.

Why can’t he speak? Why does he flap? What is it exactly about lifts and hand dryers that he likes so much? Why is it so traumatic when I cut his nails, or wash his hair, or use a different plate for his dinner? Does he miss me when he isn’t with me?

I want to know. Because if I don’t know who else ever will?"

Friday's blog of the day: I was a paragon of parenting - until I had kids

Mummy Spits the Dummy retracts every naïve idea and judgemental thought she had pre-motherhood

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"'I'll never let my kids eat in the car', I said. My parents raised five children – FIVE – and somehow religiously adhered to the no-food-in-the-car rule. At the time I thought it was ridiculously strict. As a childless adult who disliked cleaning things, I thought it was perfectly reasonable. As the parent of small children who without fail begin to lose their schmidt as soon as they’re buckled into their carseats, and are without fail instantly comforted by food, I say 'Here! Here!! Have a cracker. Shh, eat up, it's yummy! That's right, eat your feelings, sweetheart!'"

Thursday's blog of the day: Bickering, sweeping, and other alternative holiday activities

When you can't bear the thought of another sticky afternoon at soft play, never fear - Amy Ransom has some alternative ideas for entertainment

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"1) Chase The Baby. If you don’t have a baby, it’s almost worth having one just to play this. Or you’re welcome to borrow mine. Basically you don’t have any stair gates or baby proofing and you chase the baby. Up the stairs. Away from the freezer. And the cupboard with the food colouring in. Or not. The advanced version of this game is failing to supervise two other wayward kids at the same time."


Last updated: 29-Jul-2015 at 11:03 AM