The fury at home left me terrified of anger. Until a teacher showed me how to use it as a force for good | Marisa Bate
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The fury at home left me terrified of anger. Until a teacher showed me how to use it as a force for good | Marisa Bate
"We always knew it was coming. There were signs we'd learned to read: a change in atmosphere, the sound of the fridge door opening, wine glugging into a glass. And then it would arrive. My stepfather's anger filled the house, even the rooms he wasn't in. We breathed it in and out silently, waiting for the storm to pass, waiting to see if we would all make it out OK."
"As a young girl growing up in that house, I was used to feeling that dark, threatening clouds were constantly looming on the horizon. And I learned that anger even the smell of it on the air was terrifying. And then I met Miss Smith*. Miss Smith was my A-level drama teacher at my brilliant secondary school in the home counties. She was full of ideas and passion and, I suspect, had an ambition to open the eyes of her overwhelmingly sheltered pupils."
"One Wednesday morning, she asked us to work on our improv skills, while exploring the topic of homelessness. She played a TV reporter asking members of a homeless community (us) how we felt. If you can bear the problematic notion of middle-class teens attempting to articulate a reality they knew nothing of, it was a worthwhile exercise, at least because of the extent to which it awakened something in me."
Childhood home life was dominated by the stepfather's anger, signalled by small cues and producing a constant, terrifying fear. The pervasive household anger created a private, secretive emotional climate. A-level drama teacher Miss Smith ran an improv on homelessness that provoked a sudden, chest-pressing sense of injustice. The narrator experienced agitation, hot tears, and a permission to access the full breadth of emotion. That anger felt safe because it was directed at an external issue and produced urgency rather than freezing. The lesson revealed a new way of feeling that compelled action.
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