Once again, I visited a Japanese-style tavern in Singapore, named Toku Izakaya.
And I met Taki-san from Kamakura, Japan. Taki-san has a 5-year-old son who is enrolled in a kindergarten near Clementi Woods. Taki-san has only been in Singapore for five years.
And, I met a regular customer at the same izakaya, once more: Mr. Erkka from Finland. Today Erkka had his hair in braids.
(Written after reading Phyllis Chesler's “Letters to a Young Feminist”, Letter Twenty-two: Letter to a young feminist, who happens to be a man, who happens to be my son.)
You're stronger than I thought. I have been delusional and ignorant to think you were weak. Forgive me for that.
What have I accomplished since the first mention of Covid appeared on the web-pages of news corporations worldwide? I write the below words to help me keep track of the goings-on in my life so far.
Trigger warning: this article contains scenes of violence and childhood trauma.
Growing up through childhood trauma, TONY had always wanted to escape from his family. This trauma would follow him through the years as he slipped into depression and alcohol addiction during university.
But as Tony wandered and lay aimlessly in Chinatown in the middle of the night… God reached out to him. This was the start of Tony’s road to recovery, as he discovered the love he had longed for all this time was to be found in Jesus.
I am a victim of child abuse.
Growing up, I experienced physical and emotional abuse from my parents, who were always very strict with me.
While I recognise that some of these rules and restrictions were for my good, I found that my parents’ reactions and way of implementing these rules were often out of hand.