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  • This blog was set up in 2006 as a resource for parents of multiple birth children.

    Then it moved on to include journalism, fiction, media requests and advice under the 'Write away' category as well as the odd bit of nonsense about my family and eating too much cake. Then it sort of stopped. But I still pop up here now and again when the fancy takes me.

    Thanks for reading.

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May 19, 2009

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Thanks for sharing this, Linda!

People are not robots or machines. I think working moms who are on duty at work and at home have experienced a lot of the pressure highlighted in this article. I think ultimately people have to stand together to prevent abuse of individuals. As an individual you have to be prepared to stand up for your rights even if it makes you unpopular.

Hi both and thanks. Momcat I have no fear of something like this making me unpopular and hope my story which is also published elsewhere can help others know there is light at the end of the tunnel. x

after my fourth child i suffered post natal deppression and at that time I was attending an employment tribunal as the claimant for pregnancy discrimination.the employment business I was claiming won their case,they ended my contract saying I acted vixatiously,lied amongst other things anyway my point is this is an organisation that deals with mental health everyday and they failed to see that I was displying signs of mental health which was worsened by the environment

Well, well, well. I thought I was a lone loony ex hack. Looking back over thirty years in the business three things spring to mind. Getting pissed; binge eating and bullying newsdesks. Oh, and I still have nightmares about missing the train to work and filing copy only to have no where to submit my work because I was made redundo from Today in 1995.
At the time I was desolate. I freelanced for ten years then took a job on a local free newspaper. The two years I spent on the Leamington Observer was great. Not too much pressure, writing stories about the community in which I lived and cared about and being surrounded by young ambitious reproters and a supportive editor, Ian Hughes.
Then my body buckled under the pressure sustained working and boozing in Fleet Street.
I had to have four discs rebuilt in my neck, a disc decompression in my lower back and, three years on, am under supervision from the pain management clinic at University Hospital, Coventry.
I am 56 and will probably never work again. In some ways I'm relieved to be let off the hook. Ironically, I crave the excitement and cameraderie, not to mention the rip-roaringly funny times spent with other journos.
Now this sounds like a self pitying winge and in some ways it is because many of my former colleagues have gone from strength to strength. And good luck to them.
I always wanted to be a writer of some description and reporting was the obvious choice. First job, The Rugby Advertiser, June 1980. Learnt how to door step, cover court and council, all the elements of the trade. The joy of seeing ones first by-line, the letters of complaint, the mistakes, lunchtime boozing, bashing out copy on dust crusted typewriters (fag in mouth). Proficiency Certificate.
First shift on The Sun five years later. Then the staff job on Today followed by The People, The Daily Mirror and back to Today after Richard Stott took the chair, having been sacked from The Mirror.
It was like being in a circus complete with lions, tigers and clowns like me.
Would I change it? No. Just wish the consequences hadn't been so damaging.
A typical case of 'be careful what you wish for'. However, knowing I'm not the only one who sits at home mulling over the past and wondering why I wasn't tough enough to survive, is comforting. Ta.


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