Odious. Brutal. Horrific. Abusive. Wounding: words more commonly associated with war or imprisonment than childhood.
Yet these were some of the powerful comments articulated by presenters at an event which launched the publication of Men鈥檚 Accounts of Boarding School: sent away, which I attended (virtually) in 2021. I was so moved by the men鈥檚 stories that I felt compelled to contact the Chair of the event, Thurstine Basset, to discuss how this journal could give voice to their experiences. The result is a four-part series, written by ex-boarders, both men and women, many of whom work in mental health and support services with children, young people and adults. The first piece, Sent away, co-written by Thurstine and Gordon Knott, sets the scene on surviving boarding school, and the others will follow in June, September and December. The series makes for commanding reading, whether you鈥檙e boarding school experienced or not.
An equally emotive, and perhaps more widely relatable, read is Am I good enough?, March鈥檚 featured article, in which Michelle Higgins reflects on her (occasional) sense of imposter syndrome in the context of a working-class childhood. Like Michelle, I grew up in the north of England, in 鈥楾hatcher鈥檚 Britain鈥� of the 1980s. The narrative then was of a powerful, educated, privileged 鈥榯hem鈥� and a powerless, financially and educationally deprived 鈥榰s鈥�. Many of 鈥榰s鈥� will recognise Michelle鈥檚 feelings of fraudulence and the fear of being exposed as an imposter. I commend her for her honesty and courage in sharing her experiences, which I hope will resonate and encourage others to do the same.
In the previous issue, I published a letter from Kate Rufus (香港六合彩精准资料 CYPF, December 2021), prompted by an article in this journal, in which she highlighted the importance of the language used to describe self-harm. She urged us to drop the 鈥榙eliberate鈥�, and I was so struck by her passion that I asked her to contribute an article. The result is Attention, please, in which Kate cautions against describing self-injury as attention seeking, asserting that this illustrates a lack of understanding rather than a realistic interpretation of the drive to self-injure. I鈥檓 fascinated by language, in my roles as a psychotherapist, writer and editor. I鈥檓 intrigued by the conscious or unconscious motivation to choose one word over another, to say something and not say something else, by slips of the tongue (or typos). Sometimes, my roles merge, for example when I write about psychotherapy and am obliged to edit my thoughts and transform fact into fiction. Yes, you read that correctly; that鈥檚 how I manage the conundrum of writing about my therapeutic work without breaching confidentiality, which I鈥檝e addressed in I once worked with a girl 飞丑辞鈥�. I urge you to take heed if you鈥檙e thinking of writing for publication, whether for this journal or any other.
As I begin my third year as editor of this journal, I continue to be delighted by and grateful for submissions from such a diverse range of contributors, many of whom are writing for publication for the first time. In this issue, we welcome new, regular columnist Elizabeth Holt, who begins with Supervision for all. I perceive the role of editor as similar to that of clinical supervisor. In both, I guide and cajole, and offer insight, awareness and experience. Many new contributors tell me they are not academic or educated enough, or can鈥檛 write well enough, or don鈥檛 have enough experience, and it鈥檚 a privilege to accompany them to a place where they do feel good enough. Which brings me back to the title of the featured article, 鈥楢re you good enough?鈥� And the answer is, 鈥榊es, you probably are鈥�.
Jeanine Connor, Editor
cypf.editorial@bacp.co.uk
