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So, where was I …?

21/12/2012 Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Brighton is an extraordinary place. Described by the journalist Keith Waterhouse as ‘a town that always looks as though it’s helping the police with their enquiries’, I’ve imagined Eastbourne and Worthing either side folding their arms, tapping their feet in an irritated fashion and wishing it would just sit down and be quiet, for goodness sake. I blame the Prince Regent; if he hadn’t come waltzing down here with his entourage, partying like it was 1799 and building hallucinatory palaces, the sixties would never have got a look-in and we would not now have this noisy, unruly, flamboyant, drama-queen of a city. I can’t help thinking Hove is a reluctant bride in … Continue reading So, where was I …?

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‘My Dad’s gone to Mars’ – when a star chart isn’t enough

22/10/2012 Suzanne Conboy-Hill

It’s almost an affectation to say how much things have changed over these last few decades. A way of putting our hands on our collective hips and uttering the professional equivalent of ‘When I were a lad …’, then shaking our heads in disbelief at the impact of modernity on treasured ways of doing things. Back in the good old days, psychologists were much more hands-on – demonstrating to bemused nurses how to teach an adult with intellectual disability (mental handicap as it was known) to feed themselves with a spoon.They would sit in rows of plastic seats as the live bait – Chris Cullen on one … Continue reading ‘My Dad’s gone to Mars’ – when a star chart isn’t enough

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After the bedpan years

21/09/2012 Suzanne Conboy-Hill

When I started my degree, I had every intention of going back to nursing, once I’d absorbed this stuff called psychology that would make it possible to handle problems sparked by inexplicable aversions to red underwear. I applied for the Diploma in Advanced Nursing which pre-dated the degree and for which a Sister’s post was required. Kings offered me that post, should I get on the course. I also applied for PhD places, encouraged by a seismic shift in the third year when I suddenly ‘got it’ and a post graduate life seemed possible. Chelsea college offered me one of its first Doctoral places … Continue reading After the bedpan years

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So long, and thanks for …

19/09/2012 Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Well, you know the rest. October 12th is a watershed date: my last as a paid NHS employee, and my first as a pensioner/student with aspirations to hang out in cafes, writing and wearing odd-looking hats. I have projects to finish – an online training package for capacity interviewing, and a working virtual clinical area for researchers, clinicians, and service users – so I have honorary contracts in place to keep professional links with Sussex Partnership & Brighton university. About the same time, it’s back to school with a new satchel and pencil case, on the tail of an MA in … Continue reading So long, and thanks for …

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So, where was I …?

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‘My Dad’s gone to Mars’ – when a star chart isn’t enough

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After the bedpan years

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So long, and thanks for …

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