“You’re not doing it right”, the perennial catch-cry of domineering fathers to their inexperienced sons. The implication of this throw-away line is that dad’s always right- but hang on, what if there was another way to do it?
Through the eighties, nineties, and into the noughties, more and more un-manly things became mainstream.The macho world was changing at a great speed and there was no way for the "real man" to get off the ride
We had a beautiful healthy boy. We were so lucky. So why did I start feeling depressed again? Do blokes even get the baby blues? Am I the only one? Parenthood is a bit of a paradox. It can be the happiest time of your life, but at the same time the most challenging.
In the time that followed my dad's death, those feelings of loss, hurt and anger bottled up in me. I was like a ticking time bomb. I would want to cry, but I kept suppressing those emotions. No one needed to know I was hurting. No one needed to see me cry. Men don't cry.