Sunday, August 29, 2010

Guest Blogger: Teresa Joyce

I would like to introduce author Teresa Joyce who was kind enough to do a guest post.
I would firstly like to introduce myself, and secondly give you some insight as to my work. Up until February 1998 I was employed within two sectors. I had a full time job within an accounts department, also a part time job teaching aerobics and weights. After an accident in which I injured my back, I was ill health retired. I now live alone with my small dog. This has given me the time and dedication to put pen to paper. My life was no longer full, and I found myself with an abundance of alone time, to sit and reflect everything I had tried so very hard to bury. Although this has been extremely difficult for me, my hope is that anyone finding themselves in the same type of situation may take some strength from its content. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel; you just have to reach out for it. Whilst writing, I was forced down a road that I never really wanted to walk again. This is a true story which at its peak, resulted in me tying to take my own life. It’s an insight to the lengths someone will go to achieve their goal. To say this person was very unhinged would be an understatement. Teetering on the edge of insanity, and crossing over more times than I can count. Where everyone else involved just became fall out. It became for me a living hell. At times I have had to walk away to deal with the emotions that my writing invoked. But if I am able to help only one person that recognises its content, then it will have been worth all the pain inflicted. The story spans over a period of ten years, and during those years I felt as if I were being pursued by the devil himself. Overly more, there seemed to be nothing I could do to stop him and the destruction he left in his wake. The facts within are very hard to believe, but believe it I must because I was there. It’s still incredible to me to think that I came out of it the other side. That said only just. I have spent many years under the mental health care umbrella, while trying to deal with the enormous sociological and psychological residue it has left behind.......... Bio I was born on the 15th December 1958 the middle child of three. After losing my father at a very young age; this was to set the pattern for the rest of my life. Losing was something I would have to get used to. Today I still have some memory of my father, but in truth it’s all a little hazy. My mother through no fault of her own after that loss had no other alternative, other than to return to her parent’s home with her children in tow. Our family unit were to spend only a few years there, until the wind of change came around once more. Happy memories are something that I hold in very short supply. But the ones I still hold dear to me could be said are those few short years. My mother was set to meet the man that was to become my stepfather, and we moved once more to a new city with the promise of a new life. At that time, hopefully, it was be a happy one for all concerned. But it became a place for me that felt far more like a prison. One in which I would spend many years months days and hours hating. I swore to myself that I would leave all this behind at the first possible occasion. Summary/Description Covers – Memoir/Mental health system/Abuse/Sexuality People would be hurt both physically and mentally. No one was safe if they stood in the way of my stepfather and what he claimed was his. I would be abused and blackmailed, unable to stop or control anything going on around me; I felt that the only way out would be to check out on life completely and it seemed a welcoming prospect. Running from memories of all those years living by his rules, buried so deep within me I never really remembered or faced until I was forced to do so. Teresa Joyce
There’s a fine line
ISBN 978-1-84991-185-6
At present Chipmunkapulishers (my publishers) are the only outlet in an EBook format, with the paperback to follow shortly. As I am sure you are aware, it takes a while to turn the wheels of progress. At which point it will then be available wildly. A summary of my book I would find myself in a situation that I had no control over and in the grip of a complete madman, who was hell bent on destroying my life. People would be hurt both physically and mentally. No one was safe if they stood in the way of my stepfather and what he claimed was his. I would be abused and blackmailed unable to stop or control anything going on around me; I felt that the only way out would be to check out on life completely and it seemed a welcoming prospect. Running from memories of all those years living under his rules, buried so deep within me I never really remembered or faced until I was forced to do so. I saw myself delving deeper and deeper into my own unconscious thoughts, revealing to me memories which seemed so alien. Happy memories for me are something that I hold in short supply, I always thought that they were in my childhood, but that was about to be blown out of the water. But the problem with opening Pandora’s Box was that once opened I could no longer close the lid and I am still carrying it along with me - like an uninvited guest at a party. It has left me with an enormous sociological/psychiatric residue. The onset of a set of circumstances beyond my control would stamp its seal, rendering my marriage unworkable. Engineered by the involvement of the one man I had learnt to hate - my stepfather. I myself would spend many years within mental health care; in fact I am still under their care umbrella. I would move from a heterosexual relationship into a lesbian relationship. Firmly believing that anything controlled or even remotely integral to men, was something I never ever what’d part of again. This is a true story but you will never know how much I was that it wasn’t.....
Teresa Joyce
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