Dark Shadow, Bright Sun

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This account of my life is essentially episodic in nature, using William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience as a very loose framework. The story is about the battle most of us face at critical times in our lives between the contrary states of creativity and destruction, love and hate and living and dying. It invites the reader to identify with me in my quest to know why I, like so many women, have felt bound by invisible constraints, ...

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Overview

This account of my life is essentially episodic in nature, using William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience as a very loose framework. The story is about the battle most of us face at critical times in our lives between the contrary states of creativity and destruction, love and hate and living and dying. It invites the reader to identify with me in my quest to know why I, like so many women, have felt bound by invisible constraints, held down by authority,
voiceless. What is the cause? Does it matter that we should know?

The exploration is elucidated via the use of diaries kept during and after a five year period of psychoanalysis, fragments of dreams, and copies of correspondence between family and friends. Within the theme of Innocent Beginnings I track childhood memories from the early forties to the early fifties,
describing an awakening to some of the big life issues: illness, betrayal, birth,
sex, death. Within the theme of Experience I move to an exploration of key authority figures: father, first lover, employers and how they have contributed to, or countered, long term depression.

The years of psychotherapy were followed by a joyful period of personal and work fulfilment, marriage and motherhood. I later describe the anguished times relating to the death of one of my students and some time after that my own daughter’s attempted suicide. I consider the way these redefining experiences shape the memoir as they have shaped my life, and have helped to provide,
admittedly tentative, answers to the questions I have set out to explore.

About the Author:

As a child Phoebe was brought up in a pacifist community near Colchester, Essex during the 1940s.
She has had a varied career working first in London as personal secretary to a Labour MP, Tom Driberg, before going to the United States to work at Harvard University initially at the Loeb Drama Center and then as personal secretary to Henry Kissinger, then Professor of Government at the Center for International Affairs. On her return to the UK she worked as a researcher before moving into her life-time love, adult education. This included organizing and teaching literature on the Fresh Horizons programme at the City Li in the 1970s before moving to Hillcroft Adult Residential College for Women where she was principal from 1982 to 1990. She continued her career as head of the Adult Education Service within the |Liverpool City Council before moving to Liverpool John Moores University to become head of Student Services.

She trained in her mid fifties as a counsellor, practising in Liverpool, Norwich and London. She recently completed her doctoral thesis on the under-researched area of client perceptions of counselling.

She now lives in Battersea, London, near the River Thames but retains her childhood links with East Anglia, expressing a particular love of the estuary and coastal areas of Wivenhoe and West Mersea.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781452097152
  • Publisher: AuthorHouse
  • Publication date: 1/4/2011
  • Pages: 184
  • Product dimensions: 0.56 (w) x 6.00 (h) x 9.00 (d)

Meet the Author

As a child Phoebe was brought up in a pacifist community near Colchester, Essex during the 1940s. She has had a varied career working first in London as personal secretary to a Labour MP, Tom Driberg, before going to the United States to work at Harvard University initially at the Loeb Drama Center and then as personal secretary to Henry Kissinger, then Professor of Government at the Center for International Affairs. On her return to the UK she worked as a researcher before moving into her life-time love, adult education. This included organizing and teaching literature on the Fresh Horizons programme at the City Li in the 1970s before moving to Hillcroft Adult Residential College for Women where she was principal from 1982 to 1990. She continued her career as head of the Adult Education Service within the |Liverpool City Council before moving to Liverpool John Moores University to become head of Student Services. She trained in her mid fifties as a counsellor, practising in Liverpool, Norwich and London. She recently completed her doctoral thesis on the under-researched area of client perceptions of counselling. She now lives in Battersea, London, near the River Thames but retains her childhood links with East Anglia, expressing a particular love of the estuary and coastal areas of Wivenhoe and West Mersea.
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Starting at the Tavistock

To be twenty seven years old and referred to a psychoanalytic clinic! In America this would be fine, but here in London there is still a stigma attached to such activity. I am attending the clinic at the expense of the national health system. Although I am a tax payer and pay my national insurance contributions I fee guilty about this. It is still hard to leave work three afternoons a week at 4.30 p.m. to get to the Tavistock by 5.10 p.m. I start work at 8.00 a.m. but I still feel I am skiving off as I slide out of the door at 4.30 past the receptionist who shouts 'going home early again, Phoebe!' with delight for she knows it embarrasses me. She and I are friends, of a sort. She loves to get under my skin especially as she herself doesn't care a jot whether or not people come late or go early, or don't bother to turn up at all, just as long as they let her know where they are in case of phone calls. She is from Thurrock. She has gaps in her front teeth, but she doesn't care what anyone thinks and she has far more self-confidence than I am sure I can manage to achieve in a lifetime.

i would rather crawl over broken glass than tell her where I am going. She has me down as up-tight, middle class, but not a nutter. She wonders why I am not married. I so wish I were, but there is nobody I care about. And the fact is I still do not consider myself ill!

So many men in my life at the moment. Five, six? And I am happy with none of them. Somehow I keep each of them separate, at least until I go to the Tavistock and there I miserably cannot avoid confronting my own boring promiscuity. Yet I do not feel promiscuous, just lonely and in need of being loved. So often in sex I feel separate, beaten, somehow, as though I have no right to expect love or even warmth. I don't feel sorry for myself. This is just a fact. After all, this or that man is usually someone else's man and I am there because he needs something, somebody outside his world with whom he can let go without having to explain himself.

Heavens, how pathetic am I!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2013

    Raincloud

    Watch your spelling and grammar, add a little more detail, but good so far!

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    Posted April 3, 2013

    YES!!!!!!!

    ARE YOU CRAZY? OF COURSE!!

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    More of Redstats story please I love it

    I showed this to my friend and she liked it too.

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    More storys

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    REDSTARS STORY PART 4

    Redpaw sat with her head on her paws and waited for Firetalon, "Redpaw!" Came Foxpaws exited sqeel "where aprentices!" He jumped up and down she cuffed his ears "and how many times have you said that?" She meowed humerously. Firetalon walked towards her with Owleyes next to him. "Ready to see the teritory?" Came Owleyes gentle voice "Yes!" Redpaw and Foxpaw said together Firetalon twitched his wiskers and flicked his tail "lets go then" he meowed and headed for the tunnel leading out of camp they all followed him anxious to get going. Firetalon walked for a ways and stoped pointing out the high pine the talest tree in the forest "According to Birdflight when she was an apprentice she reached the top!" Owleyes told the apprentices who looked at each othet doubtfully seeing this look Owleyes added "Mind you it was just a sapling then" Firetalon nodded "lets continue" he looked at the sky "its getting late, do you want to go to the Thunder path or the Skyclan border?" He asked them "The thunder path!" Foxpaw blurted Firetalon nodded and led them to a stinky black surface with monsters wizzing around Foxpaws eyes where wide with fear. Redpaw was frightened to "Do they ever leave the path?" She asked warily "No little one" Owleyes replied "lets return to camp".

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