Home aloneBMJ 2007; 334 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.39188.434630.59 (Published 19 April 2007) Cite this as: BMJ 2007;334:854
- Des Spence, general practitioner, Glasgow
My brothers and I shared a room throughout our childhood. Not just a room but clothes as well: we had a communal pants and socks drawer. It held family heirlooms of grey cotton and stretched elastic, others were psychedelic polyester, but darker forces were at work—the purple “pants” lurked menacingly at the bottom. My mother swore blind that they weren't girls “knickers,” but we knew she was lying. Crammed together in one room we fought, teased, wrestled, studied, and laughed together. When I first opened the door of my …
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