One of my clearest early childhood memories is of being utterly infantalised by a visitor to my kindergarten classroom. I remember the frustration of being asked to repeat myself over and over again, and especially of being asked to repeat my own unpronounceable name. Heat rises in my cheeks when I think of the way … More Sounds

The Shame

I’m on leave from residency. I never, not in a million years, thought I would say that. I’ll admit that I toyed with the idea when I was feeling quite burned out, but I just couldn’t commit to taking the time off. The idea of interrupting my training was anathema. Now I find myself in … More The Shame