Masterchef Star Gregg Wallace Reveals He Was Sexually Abused As A Child
He "kept his ordeal a secret until he was persuaded to speak out by his ex-wife Heidi", so I assume it's just a coincidence that he decided to make this information public just as he was releasing his autobiography (Life on a plate) and needed a bit of publicity.
Ulrika Jonsson did the same in her autobiography, as did Tulisa (not really a celebrity as such), Pamela Stephenson Hilary Devey (Dragons den star) Etc Etc
Fair enough if they want to talk about it and raise public awareness, but using your rape or abuse in order to gain free advertising just seems a bit wrong to me.
In today's torygraph, James Cracknell's wife tells how she was nearly strangled to death by her husband during an argument. And guess what? It's in her new book! Selling their souls to the devil for a few quid.
Or, of course, if he has the traits alleged? Evidence? Good to provide name and data, and all gratis.
I hope he doesn't have any other domestic violence related traits however in many cases but by no means all, attempted strangulation or choking of a persons partner during an argument is a big warning signal of serial and nasty domestic violence.
(attempted strangulation or choking of a persons partner during an argument is a big warning signal of serial and nasty domestic violence.) This is not so. It's perfectly normal practice and this is how I know that it is so. My wife consistently tells me that I am not normal in spite of the fact that I, equally consistently, resist the temptation to strangle her every time she starts an argument.
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It would be interesting to know what drugs the guy was prescribed after the injury.
For example, just a few people experience rage after taking the seemingly innocuous Benzodiazepine group of drugs. I'm one of them, and I thank God I never turned my rage onto any living creature.
There were a few bent and smashed items around until I realized what was doing it. Nice as pie one moment, then a ladder wrapped around a tree the next. Of course, it would be the ladder's fault for nipping my fingers.
I'll tell the next tale, just in case it helps others. It saddens me deeply to even think of it.
I was prescribed Valium for a judo injury. I worked like magic, relieving an aching spasm which was winding up every day, until by evening it was miserably painful. The relief was heavenly, as was the nice feeling the Valium gave me. Life and soul of parties for a few weeks. One day, the tea pot had the temerity to supply me with tea that was too hot. I swung the huge earthenware pot away from the table and then punched it. It exploded, despite being very thick. If it had been someone's head . . .
My family said nothing. They never did at times like this. And now the horrible bit. My daughter had saved up from her paper round to buy me that teapot.
It was my very great fortune to do a job that required zero drug intake, and shortly after I was on a training course and away from doctors and their drugs. The transformation back to normal takes a week or so, but it is absolute. My tolerance to frustration returned and I was back to my normal energetically grumpy self.
I misunderstood the thread title.The announcement of any "Celebrity" about to be presented to us invariably brings a stream of abuse from me. And why when they announce the winner of anything more substantial than a primary school egg-and-spoon race do they do that waiting bit?
often the road to disorders starts with something innocuous, then a perscribed medication, which then creates side effects, which then requires additional medication to deal with, so on and so on.
ther are of course specific circumstances which do require medication and I dont wish to detract from them.
i sincerely hope you back is better these days muscualr injury can remain a constant problem, osteopathy, sports massage, and physical therapy in the right manner can be more beneficial than drugs, but the key here is there are a lot of poor therapists and finding a good one is difficult more by recommendation than by plunging your finger in the yellow pages.
. i can see it coming, i hear it coming, i know where its going, but i just keep falling for it.
I know that story : "We're on the right road, trust me." And I fall for it, and we end up lost, even though I know she has no sense of direction! She'll recognise a pot of flowers outside a house but she won't know whether we are driving north, south, east or west, even if, as last night, the setting sun low on the horizon is a bit of a clue!