annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Writing group Writing group at the recovery centre today. A new writer, a very handsome man, dark skinned – I wasn’t sure if he was mixed race or a guy who spends his life outside, weathered. Great clothes, long dreads below a dirty blue cotton bandanna. Great smile, great teeth. He tells me his name, I tell him mine and he follows me up the stairs to the room overlooking the park, where we write, and he tells me he’s 56 years old, has special needs but has learned to write now, having lessons and he’s doing good. It’s a shock, to encounter a childlike mind in such an imposing adult figure. He was expecting more of a lesson but he has a go at everything, and is visibly thrilled with the writing other people read out. His is fine if very literal and, as I tell him, beautiful handwriting. I hope he comes back – if he does I’ll give him more ‘scaffolding’ to ease him into making shit up. 11:58 p.m. - 06.09.24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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