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Mental Abuse

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The mother was in a sanatorium with TB when Jane was born, which meant that she immediately went to live with her auntie Bev. At the same time the father was laid out in another hospital with his back so Jane’s two brothers, William and James, aged five and six, went to stay with out-of-town relatives for 18 months.

                                                                          When Jane was a baby, she was nick-named ‘The Worried Accountant’ due to my perpetual frown, perhaps foreseeing the many disasters that would mount up over the coming decades. For as long as Jane could remember, her mother seemed to not care about her. What was the reason? Jane had gone missing overnight when she was two. She was hiding as she was scared of her mother. Her father’s family wondered if “the mother was behind it.”

When they were alone in the house, the mother would scream and threaten to murder Jane who would be left cowering on the kitchen floor by the door. The mother had an ally in William, who would say things like, “Don’t walk so close to me. People might think we are together.”

The mother had been beautiful when young, with dark blue eyes and black hair and William took after the mother looks-wise; and in the treatment of his sister. He would shout at Jane and accuse her of things she had not done. She was scared of the two of them.

At age three, James shot an arrow into her eye and had to go to a hospital a long way from home for a week. When the family came to collect her, Jane did not want to leave. She performed like someone possessed at the hospital and at the tearooms later on.

She did not want to go home; she had been happy in the hospital, away from her family. Jane’s second teeth grew in very cramped as her jaw was too small. The teeth became cracked and yellow. So not only did she not want to look at people, she did not want to smile either.

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Back at the loveliest pool in the world (November 2014) Male Maldives; I first came here April 2006; that photo is on this site somewhere; I was a lot thinner then.

Jane withdrew more and more as the years went by. She lost touch with school-friends and would spend all weekend sitting on her bed looking out the window, or she might sit on the porch just watching the traffic – for hours.

At eighteen, she met a boy (Ian) she liked at a dance. It was dark there. They would meet every Saturday night and he would take her home in his car. She would only meet him in the dark because of her appearance.  When he broke it off because of her crazy notions, Jane could not accept it.  She did not realise it then, but she had what came to be known as  “separation issues.”

It was because, having had someone for the first time, she was unable to let go and move on. Jane took to following him around town, or riding past his house on her scooter. Often she would wait outside his work, trying to catch him at lunchtime or after work.

One day that actually had lunch in a pub and it made Jane feel wonderful but she tried to hide her eye behind a long fringe and not smile too much because of the dreadful teeth. When they were leaving, Ian said he had to go to the toilet. Jane waited and waited but he never came back. He had sneaked out another door.  Some time later Ian said he would talk to her, but she had to give him $5 first, so she did. Now Jane was exhibiting another illness called Love Obsession.

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Maldives Resort November 2014

On another occasion she was working on the sweets counter in a picture theatre. Ian came in with a friend of his and said terrible things to her: “You have nothing. I would kill myself if I were you.” She had to keep working even though she wanted to disappear and her head was all woozy.  Jane thought she was too blame for receiving all these ghastly remarks because she had been brought up with verbal and mental abuse. She was mentally ill by now and had no ability to counter such cruelty.

 

 

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                                    Street in Male’ Maldives – Courtesy of Google Images   

A five-star hotel.  A very lovely warm night near the Equator. A waiter glides by with a large Bami Goreng bedecked with a handsome lettuce leaf that elects to hang-glide off the plate into the pool.  Tonight, guests have to slum it and use the tiny, unappetising beach recently built at the backside of the hotel, a little dark and scary at night. For, this evening, the Maldives Olympic swimming squad is practising, this being the only remotely large pool in the Maldives and, even then, a bit on the mingy side compared with the monster the team will no doubt be faced with in a year or so. Always a hypnotic sight, cruising the lengths, strong, silent, on a mission and with those huge, dazzling teeth Maldivians possess, just like sharks – and both without benefit of orthodontics. Read more

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HOW TO FIND A LITERARY AGENT FOR NON-FICTION [BY JERICHO WRITERS]

NB I have put the link to the full article (and the site) at the end if you wish to read the rest of this article; the site is a real find!

 

HOW TO FIND A LITERARY AGENT FOR NON-FICTION

(by Jericho Writers)

“Here’s how to find non-fiction literary agents, what kinds of non-fiction they’re looking for, and how to give them what they want.

WHAT ARE NON-FICTION AGENTS LOOKING FOR?

All agents are looking for the same thing: saleable manuscripts that might make money. Whilst specialist or academic non-fiction isn’t on the cards (you’ll need a book proposal to pitch to publishers, in this instance), non-fiction literary agents are looking for:

  • Anything celebrity-led, and written by or endorsed by that celebrity;
  • A strong and compelling personal memoir;
  • A funny, moving, exotic tale of travel;
  • A popular science tome;
  • A narrative-led history;
  • A biography, if the subject in question is genuinely famous;
  • A major new diet and motivational work;
  • A strong, quirky one-off.

What no one’s looking for is niche.

Guidebooks in minor subject areas, books of local history, biographies of little-known subjects, aren’t sought after. These books may well sell to the right publishers, though mightn’t sell for enough money to make it worth an agent’s while to get involved. In such cases, it’s fine to approach publishers direct.”

 

TO READ THE WHOLE ARTICLE, PLEASE GO TO THIS LINK:

https://jerichowriters.com/literary-agents-non-fiction/