Hello and welcome to Not Forgotten.
I’m Anne Moorhouse, a psychologist, frustrated biographer, partner, mother, and friend. This blog is a reflection of all those roles.
I work three days a week at Little Window – Counselling Psychology and Wellness in Brisbane, Australia. I am so fortunate to have a job I love working with fabulous clients and a team of passionate professionals.
For four years I’ve been writing the biography of a dear friend who is part of a group of people called Forgotten Australians. She has never been my client. Throughout the blog, I refer to her as Ms Forgotten Australian.
Our friendship developed late in our lives. My new friend had just turned 60 and I was four years younger. Over backyard barbeques and cups of tea, I listened curiously to snippets of my friend’s story, intrigued by comments of a remote orphanage, ghostly nuns, and an evil mother. My new friend lamented that her children disbelieved the enormity of the traumatic events that occurred in her life and that they doubted the intensity of her despair. Ms Forgotten Australian, shunned by Australian society and frustrated by her inability to make herself heard, dreamed of publishing a book. If she could describe the abuse and injustice she had experienced vividly enough then surely others would understand the ongoing impact on her life.
I have long been captivated by other people’s stories and grew up with my head buried in books like The Diary of Anne Frank, Helen Keller and Mr God this is Anna. These are stories of trauma, grief and survival. As a therapist, I fell in love with Narrative Therapy and learned to unravel and amplify the multifaceted stories which formed a person’s identity. Her story drew me in.
My clients share their experience of trauma, which is frequently caused by the violent acts of others. Yet many feel disbelieved. Often their friends and family question the veracity of the traumatic event, doubtful that the painful impact can endure years later. Clients struggle with the injustice of a world where, too often, perpetrators go unpunished. Within the confines of the counselling room, I witness their anguish as tears stream down their face, and I keep their stories secret, safely bound by the secure knot of confidentiality. Narrating this story allows me to speak not just for my friend, but for many others whose voices are silenced by helplessness, fear and despair. The book has a working title of Not Forgotten. I am a frustrated biographer because we have, at least temporarily, been silenced. You can read more about that here.
I am married to Steven and in 2015 we blogged year. The purpose then was to hone my writing skills while we travelled the world and enjoyed six restorative months away from our busy lives. Those posts are still here, now mostly irrelevant, but I can’t bear to delete them.
I have two adult children, my son lives in Brisbane and my daughter in Melbourne. They remain a central part of my life and I enjoy hearing about their escapades. Occasionally I write about them.
Friendship and community, along with my family, make up the fabric of my life. Comments my friends make often inspire me.
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