“Most child sex offenders are male. But none – not one of them – is a real man, not as I define one. And if we are going to grow more real men for the world that so dearly needs them, we need men caring for kids from as early as possible..”
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My Paternity Leave Battle Made Me The Dad and Doctor I Am
“We were just not ready to split up the team to send me back to paid work.”
Bringing Him Home: The 3 Exiles of Dad
“Dad left too soon, in body or in mind, and it’s like he’s in some other country now. Can we bring him home? What would it take?”
So, Growing Men and Boys Better Reduces Family Violence – Now What?
“Yes, men need to be held accountable. But what if they could hold themselves accountable because from boyhood onwards they have felt held?”
Ending Our Political Adolescence
“We have to grow up! Grow our political system out of its fighting Adolescence. As that series sadly and beautifully showed us, you do not solve complex social problems by making it about us and them, by shouting Fight from the sidelines.”
The Household On The Hill Goes To Therapy: Rebuilding Our Trust In Politics
“I’m a psychotherapist. Trust problems are my thing. People in my practice get better as they rebuild trust: in their minds and bodies, in their relationships, in their households.
The household I most wish would get it together sits on a hill in Canberra.”
Voting To Heal Us: 7 Election Wishes of a Psychotherapist
“I can’t bear another shouty nothingfest federal election campaign devoid of any courage or vision to wrestle with the real problems behind so many threats to our future.”
Why Humans Don’t Change, And Scrooge Is The Santa I Still Believe In.
“After two decades as a therapist I can believe in a man who wakes up to himself on Christmas Day and every day after.”
Bum Note: Why Harmful NDIS Music Therapy Cuts Won’t Save Money
“Music Therapy saves the government a bucketload of money. It’s a quiet achiever for a discipline founded on the making of sound; it needs us to shout loud now, for its future.”
That F*cked Up Poem And Why There Is Hope For Us
“I hold this poem in my heart, in my work, in my home life with…bruised hope.”
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