I started a conversation a few days ago.
Some of you may find me morbid or depressing or dark even but the conversation is important to me.
While many die of the Pandemic recently the tragedy that so many boys and men commit suicide in the Western world for me is just as troubling.
And I know it is important to many of you as fathers and mothers of boys and as wives of men or as sisters of brothers or as boys and men yourself or just as friends to boys and men.
Whoever you are reading this or whatever you do these words are going to touch your heart.
Whether you are a professional or a Layperson it does not matter the conversation relates to us all.
I started the conversation on how boys are so demonised and marginalised and labelled and misunderstood from a very young age. Even as young as one or two.
Having witnessed the pain as a Social Worker since 1991 of how this labelling, this perceiving them as being naughty, aggressive, bad, attention seeking, rude, defiant just sticks for the rest of their lives.
Sticks into their psyche.
So my witnessing I realise has become more than that.
The deeply sensitive soul that I am, the label which is a sticking plaster actually covers so much.
As a Social Worker and someone who also runs a Coaching Business, I have always observed the conversations that are rampant in society and I often become part of conversations very few want to entertain.
As someone who has seen so many boys entering the criminal justice system because the labels became a self-fulfilling prophecy, I wonder even those boys that do not enter that system who do quite good or well in terms of society, are they able to shake off the label?
I wonder about the many boys who obviously become men does that label become a sticking plaster hiding a wound so deep, most do not even know it?