Maybe, just maybe, they believe his story over mine

To celebrate my PhD, my incredibly caring parents wrote me a personal letter. I'm really touched by their loving words, but something is bothering me. Their letters do not contain a single reference to the sexual abuse I suffered at the age of twelve... CONTINUE READING

Blurred lines

When my GP referred me to a psychiatrist for a medication review, the first thing I did, of course, was Google the guy. It took me about two minutes to find out that he was also working as a neuroscientist in the Department of Psychiatry. That is, the same Department of Psychiatry that I work in... CONTINUE READING

The Dress

Exciting news! I bought the dress for my PhD defence. A black lace dress, classic, simple, chic, in which I will defend my thesis on 14 December. Unfortunately, beauty has a price. Seeing that dress so elegantly draped around the ultra-skinny shoulders of my mannequin, I kind of, er, decided to stop eating again... CONTINUE READING

‘Strong People Ask for Help’ and Other Helpful Thoughts

For as long as I remember, I've felt that I should deal with things by myself. When I was eight years old, for example, I broke my arm in a fall and for some reason decided not to tell anyone. Later, when I was being sexually abused, telling my parents never even crossed my mind...CONTINUE READING