It all happened very quickly. I spoke, my father threw his cup of coffee at the wall and went for Michael, while my mother went for me. 

As she repeatedly bashed my head against the wall, she demanded to know “how could you do this to me?” She repeated it again and again, punctuated by a bash against the wall. “How could you do this to me?” I didn’t fight back. She was my mother and I felt that I was in the wrong. I had just told my parents that I was pregnant at the tender age of twenty.

Read more: It’s all about Me

My mother provided me with an invoice when I was twenty. It was essentially a bill for raising me. At the time, in the early nineties, it was about R1 200,000. 

Read more: #Invoicing

This week I celebrated my 3rd anniversary of membership with CoDA or Codependents Anonymous – a 12 step programme for those who strive to have healthy relationships and are grappling with co-addictions and addictions in their relationships. Happy anniversary Lou Lou.

Last night I was invited to share at CoDA Durban on Step Four. 

My regular audience will remember that I had a hysterectomy about 18 months ago. At the time I took a break from my step work. And there it stayed. It’s ironic that my Achilles heel is Step Four.

Read more: An Anniversary and Step Four

Spotted. Dr Deborah James. Longbeach Mall. Approximately 12pm. 3 January 2020. A new decade, but not a new outlook. Looking decidedly unhappy ☹️ to see me. I was walking right towards her and didn’t see her until we passed one another. I raised my eyebrows. Previous intel that she had left the country was clearly incorrect. Possibly that is yet to happen. I feel discombobulated that my one trip to the mall over the holidays was tainted by this. I know I’m looking good. Can’t she just be happy for me?

Hmmm! Did I take two of those? I can’t remember. I know I meant to, but the bottle is perfectly aligned in true OCD form between my William Dabs luxury hand and body cream - a gift from my ex-housemate’s ex-girlfriend - and my Andolex-C - a remedy for my inflamed throat that coupled with my not sleeping though for the last five weeks has resulted in a cough and a cold. So back to whether I took them or not: another two wouldn’t get me over the daily limit, which is five so two more go down my throat. Then I spray the throat spray - ten times. 

Read more: #Discombobulated


Imin hospital at the moment and the nurses just moved me into another ward. The reason at this late hour? The old biddy next to me is preparing for a colonoscopy tomorrow and I think she fainted while evacuating. They brought her back to the ward and she suddenly needed to go thought all three exits. As the nurses surveyed the meds I said “this is your true calling boys and girls”  Then she vomited 🤮 in my direction. They decided to move me. Fortunately the beds have wheels and so do the bedside cabinet. 

I have a general policy with my lovers - I don't befriend their wives. For those of you that have been holding your breath since my last post... if you are a friend of mine, I won't shag your partner. There is a hoes before bros rule that is sacrosanct.

Read more: Claud - an Update on Cheating

This blog is not for the judgmental, the fearful-that-it-might-happen-to-me or those suffering from projective identification. You and welcome to read it, however, you are not welcome to judge me or level abuse. That's the disclaimer...

And the dharma makes six - in no particular order

I met Claud on a dating site ten years ago and discovered that he was married and had a long term lover. He wanted to add me into the mix and I declined. We kept in touch and when I met up with him recently he was still married with the same long term lover. Kudos Claud. I did wonder if his wife knew and was keeping mum or was simply incredibly naive. How do you keep a 14 year old affair a secret from your spouse?

I confessed to Claud that I had recently recently realised that my last 5 lovers over the last four years were all married. Not exactly a life of dharma! To protect their identities, I told him about Matthew, Mark, Luke I and II, and John.

Read more: I Help Men Cheat...

Those flaky words: EAT. PRAY. LOVE. FAMILY. scattered over walls everywhere...

"What shall I do with this Lou Lou?" I looked up at what Priscilla was talking about. The word FAMILY was stuck the the wall. "Remove it!" I said and watched as she tore it off the wall leaving double sided tape on the cupboard wall.  I don't feel that family vibe. I am on speaking terms with two of my siblings, one has his head up his arse and the other flagrantly ignores me - even in public. When I see those posts on Facebook about having a sister who means the world to you then share! I am left cold with a stabbing pain. My mother was evil - I am not going to share the "if you have a lovely mum" share on Facebook either.

Read more: Flaky words like FAMILY

I bumped him as I tried to muscle my way to the small corner table at my regular restaurant in Long Beach Mall. I apologised and said "sorry, I'm not trying to see if you have a wedding ring or anything". He thought I was flirting with him, while in truth I was a bit manic, and was feeling in love with the world and didn't give a fuck about anything. "I don't suppose it matters much these days", he said. "Nope", I agreed. We started to chat including details like where I lived, finding it on Google maps, and my number. His kids arrived to join him and we stopped chatting. 

Read more: A Convenient Shag

My lift fetched me early, but it wasn’t a big deal sleep-wise as I had been waking up earlier for a while. I had been slowly titrating all my meds and wasn’t as catatonic anymore. I was also over the anaemia and didn’t need to sleep for 14 hours a day. In fact, I was struggling to fill up the day and looking at the time frequently to see how much longer I still had to be awake. It wasn’t a hysterical depression like 2012/3 where my bin was always full of used tissues, but I was depressed and I feel depressed as I write this. I am simply filling the time. I am drinking a cup of tea, but I just checked the time: 15.47 – that is about 4-5 hours before I can go to sleep and escape being awake. There is no joure le vive.

Read more: The Real McCoy

Will I ever be able to live with someone?

When a psychiatrist writes a referral letter, they mention poignant points: living alone is considered an important issue to communicate. However, at the age of 41, I really don't think it is pathological to not want to stay with someone that I am not shagging. Somehow a person's idiosyncrasies are much more tenable when there is sex involved.  

Read more: Housemate Blues

#Oh #See #Dee #OCD

#Seventies #AGreatFlood

There was pandemonium. The bathroom was flooded. As the teachers at my preschool rushed to turn off the tap and considered the flood in woe, I felt desperately guilty. I considered the possibility that it was my fault. I was consumed with guilt as I watched the adults hurry to mop up things. Boy was I in trouble! Why would I blame myself? Besides being somewhat neurotic and used to taking the blame when it was handed out to me, it was quite possible that I might not have closed a tap. What I knew for certain was that I used the small basins more than anyone else in school. I visited the bathroom regularly to wash my hands. So regularly in fact, that my hands were dry and chaffed to the extent that they bled in the cold winter months. I was teased for it: for the bleeding hands by my peers and for washing so regularly by my parents. Thus so with time I learned to hide my need to wash the dirt of life off my hands.

Read more: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder


I pushed send on my cell phone and turned to the machine. I attached the pressure regulator and turned on the gas to test it. "Fuckit!" I cursed; the valve was leaking. This process was supposed to take five minutes so that it could not be foiled. I'd practiced this. I grabbed for some plumbers tape, unscrewed the valve and added a layer of tape before replacing it. That fixed the leak, but now nothing came out the front nozzle. "Poes! Tit! Prick! Cunt! Moer!" This worked before I hid it! I'd practiced this. 

Read more: A Suicide Attempt

This might be difficult to read. In the interests of mental health advocacy, I have chosen to share my story. Please remember that I DON’T ask you to fix me and I DO ask you not to judge. 

This is a way of coping when I feel overwhelmed. 

So I cut – again! This year has been a particularly uncontained one and I have never cut as much. I have never cut as violently either. Things have got progressively worse…

Read more: Cutting Again

(This article is not for the faint hearted and is in the interests of advocacy!)

I was recently hospitalised. Some of my new friends in the Capri community came to visit me bringing my preferred drug of choice: coffee, and some snacks. My good old friends chipped in too. I am grateful for the care that I received from my community / tribe (and the professional staff). Thank you everyone!

Read more: Things that go bump at anytime...

One day several of the pieces of one of the puzzles started to move around. There had been rumblings that I had heard via my eldest sister and not internalised, I was way too busy trying to keep myself glued together.

One day it clicked. I realised why the mother was so pissed off: she was coloured!

Read more: RIP Tata Madiba

An open letter to a concerned Christian.

This is a response to a kind Christian friend sending me a pm encouraging me to "put on the full armour of g-d".

Read more: Armour of g-d

I find that the energy around the end of the year gets more aggressive. I imagine people are tired after a long year; there is a lot to do before year end; and I feel that people load themselves with the added responsibility of celebrating end of year functions and Christmas celebrations.

Read more: Silly-season Rage

I'm a little different. I'm okay with it. I find it odd that people get rat-faced knowing that they will inevitably wake up with a babbelas from hell. Some people drive while drunk. Others drive too fast without consideration for others. Some people are mean – some are verbally abusive – some are physically abusive. I find this all somewhat disquieting.

Read more: Different Ways of Coping

Recently I needed new batteries for my car remote. My boyfriend at the time said that we would just have to pop it open and see what batteries it needed. I was confounded and frankly wondered to myself "what the fuck does email have to do with this?" Now a techie will understand that one of the kinds of email one gets is pop3. Being a techie that is what occurred to me first. I then cottoned on that he meant that we would open the remote. Easy-peasy in his world.

Read more: My Obvious

They say Geminis get bored easily. That is a pretty tricky achievement if you love technology - there is always something new. When I get that boring and stereotypical questions at interviews: "what do you see yourself doing in five years time?" *yawn*, my answer is generally "something that doesn't exist yet". My heart also belongs to psychology and the discourses that the Interweb have provided present many new ways of being that I have and will continue to explore. 

Read more: Internet Discourses

Facebook is not going anywhere soon. It is anticipated that it will treble in the next three years. Mark Zuckerberg is the best paid CEO in the world. Facebook rocks! (I know that some people will disagree with me, but stay with me for now).

Read more: Facebook Etiquette