I don’t like basements (or cellars as they’re sometimes called). They’re dark, dank places where bad things happen sometimes. They hold secrets…sometimes for endless years. Our basement in the house we used to live in, housed my father’s darkroom for his photography and he very often used to ask me to accompany him there. He only developed black and white photos then and admittedly i was fascinated by the magical process that turned these negative strips of film into black and white photographs before my very eyes! The problem was, when he took the opportunity to abuse me, knowing no-one would catch him. In addition, the piano teacher i used to have to visit in the evenings, who abused me in a dark room in the basement too. So, i grew up being terrified of basements.


Meanwhile, life resumed as normal with everyone else upstairs chatting and drinking tea. But not me…I was trapped.


The reason why i mention basements is actually linked to my inside people. I’ve spoken of them many times and recently in connection with Baby Emily who was gone from us for so long…six long years and we’d thought, for certain, she had died, and mourned her loss..


In the last couple of days, i’ve told of our reunion with Emily which was joyous. However, she had spent those six long years down in my Father’s basement, lying on the cold stone floor with nothing but a nappy on. She was dormant, not dead (as my therapist explained). What was happening to us was so awful that she, at six months had ‘gone into hibernation’ for want of a better expression. And then this week, when she returned from that awful place, she was cold, only dressed in a nappy, and terrified. But she was a gift to us. Chloe picked her up and gave the biggest hug.


Today was exciting as we went to the shops and bought her a clean white babygrow, pink, lacy socks, a small pink gingham-lined wicker crib for her to rest and sleep in, a small and soft pink blanket, a jar of baby food, a box of Farley’s Rusks. a teddy and some toys. 


We all (except for Gut, who refused) wrote in a pretty card the words ‘WELCOME HOME EMILY JANE’.


So, we should be happy, yes? But despite all the good, we always have this feeling that anything good is going to be followed by something bad. We live in trepidation of the next act of violence, abuse or neglect. Why cant we have some happiness and peace of mind for once? Why does life have to be such a constant battle? Why do evil men do nasty things to little children? Will Emily going into hiding again because now, Gut is the bully. But we watch him like a hawk, us older girls, not trusting him not to hurt Emily.


Why can’t life be a ‘bed of roses‘ for once? Why does our delight in something so good, then turn into something bad. Why did our Mum shout and yell at us so much this evening when we told her about Emily Jane coming home and all the nice things we bought her? Why did she have to ruin our joy? Why can’t the world be a safe place to be born into? Instead it is a lair of nightmares, horrors, pain, suffering and loss, not a bloody bed of roses!


Why are we so angry? Why are we so pissed off? Why do we have to sabotage anything good that comes into our lives? Why are we denied any contentedness? WHY, the fuck, don’t we quit being mad and bugger off up to bed? Why are we losing the plot? Why are we losing the will to live? W…H…Y?






Author: Ellie Thompson

Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊

10 thoughts on “WHY NO BED OF ROSES?”

  1. I apologize for the use of bad language in my last paragraph. I don’t usually swear so i’m sorry if i offended any one of you. I just had this wave of anger creep up on me unexpectedly which isn’t something that happens very often xxx 😦

    1. I don’t think you have to apologize for your “outburst” — this is your space and you should be able to express yourself as you see fit.

  2. Since you have the disassociation disorder I honestly don’t know how to respond to this – so perhaps all I can offer is words of encouragement to allow yourself the space and love to heal. It is never easy when searching out approval from those who clearly deny us any – so perhaps focus instead on the good feelings you have of nurturing and loving the “lost one” – I believe you have the strength to do this Ellie.

  3. Ellie, you have a right to be mad. Look at what was done to you. Fucking hell, thats maddening. I am sick from what those assholes did to you. You didnt deserve that. So sorry your mum isnt more supportive. If its any consolation mine isnt either. She doesnt get the multiplicity and cant understand it. I think the stuff you bought Emily sounds wonderful. Do you have any doll to put the stuff on and then you could rock her in your arms? There is this site called http://www.ashtondrake.com/ the dolls can be expensive but they are so life like, so real, and we have 3 of them to represent different lost children in our lives. hugs you tight…xxx

    1. Carol anne, i can’t thank you enough for your understanding, love and support. I’ve had a look at the website you gave me and oh, these dolls of so amazing and beautiful and so life-like as you say. I just had to order a little one and what’s more she’s called Emily (Welcome Home Emily). She’s beautiful and i can’t wait till she arrives so i can hold and cuddle and look after her. Love & Big Hugs to you, Ellie xoxoxoxox ❤

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