We all talk with a limp…
A school twisted mind in a polio twisted body? Like Pinocchio, I always wanted to be a real boy…
Talking with a Limp (TWAL) is psychological CGI. It’s visceral, opening a virtual reality portal into the lives of privileged, bonsai children as they are tortured into shape. Not just a read, an experience.
We’re all delusional to some extent. We all talk with a limp, our behaviour influenced by our upbringing and unmet needs.
Parliament is awash with MPs whose heads are inhabited by small boys and girls who just want their mothers because they were sent to public schools, those same public schools that the Nazis took as a model to condition their elite as Reich rulers.
Because it works.
And we have sent them to a Westminster that is not a “village”, but a public-school environment based on a boarding school conditioning and culture that is so very familiar to those damaged children.
So they behave accordingly, big boys and big girls who still carry those small boys and small girls in their heads and hearts, still avatars for the needs of their damaged younger selves. The needs of the rest of us are of little importance compared with their need to “fit-in”, to establish a place in that incestuous hall. Hence their behaviour.
And we’ve elected them to run the country and to manage crises like pandemics and global warming.
What the fuck were we thinking?
I understand them as, in some conditioned ways, we are alike. Except I don’t still live and work in a Westminster boarding school that continues my conditioning – and I don’t run the country.
“Talking with a limp” is my account of the damage caused by my public school social conditioning and how, decades later, my 12 year old self is still pulling my strings. An intelligent, outgoing and mentally healthy 11 year old boy walked into a school with a polio limp. As puberty dawned, he learnt that he couldn’t defend himself and, as no-one else would defend him, the only way to survive was to learn to be dead. Dead boys don’t feel. He created a mind app, MindFuck 1.0, that he ran in his head to control his reactions. If you react, you’re even more dead. 50 years later and version 6.6 is still running…
This is my story. This is his story, the boy with a limp. The boy who continues to have such power in my life, who can still break through like a dead child at a séance. Despite my best efforts and despite the fact that he left the asylum at 18, I still talk with his limp…
This is also a version of the stories behind many MPs and others. If this is what it did to me, how it’s fucked up my thoughts, my feelings and my life, what has it done to them? Reading my story could contribute to a better understanding of some of the why behind the abysmal way we are governed and thereby increase the chance of change.
A psychological orthotic dream for all those who talk with a limp.