My mum was just six when World War Two broke out. She once told me of her huge fear of German invasion. Her young self imagined if the Nazis came, she would be excessively nice and polite to them and maybe they would be nice to her.
At least my mum understood why she had the urge to be nice to Nazis. There was no pretence that this was about compassion or building a kinder world or a rule to live by — treating people as you would like to be treated.
No, my mum wanted to suck up to…
Queer, neuroqueer, non-binary/trans, disabled, white, gen X — therapist, trainer, and author