My Story 16: Sexual Abuse
I'm halway through this lovely book by Ian Clayton. He takes me on a musical rolrcoaster ride all the way around the world from Featherstone and back to the sacred turf at Post Office Road. On Tuesday I meet him, as he is running a creative writing workshop as part of the Featherstone Rovers Foundation program of events. The will focus on Featherstone Rovers, the mines and life under the shadow of a bloody big muckstack of coal dust. My attempt at creative writing began in 2015. A lovely lady Tiggy ran a writing group in Dorset and I was an eager pupil. She helped me loads and edited a number of my early blogs, incuding this one. I will bring it back to life for the workshop on Tuesday. Enjoy and have a good weekend. 31st December 1962. 17 Alexander Road, Featherstone, West Yorkshire England I remember running my hand over her thigh and feeling the flesh above her stockings. I didn't know it was abuse. I did know it was all my fault! It took the train eight hours eac...