What I learned growing up in a mysoginistic world

This was originally written in a response to the 2016 American Presidential election –  January 25th 2017 

Here goes…

This is why it matters to me:

What I learned…

As a writer, I have been at a loss to coherently express how the election of a man who has bragged about sexually assaulting women, has an ego bigger than Texas and is narcissistic to his core, has profoundly affected my sense of all things I thought I knew.
It has opened my eyes to the endemic misogyny still rampant within our culture that many women, including myself have learned to circumnavigate as part of being…a woman. Trumps election has pulled the curtain back and exposed an ugly truth, the dark underbelly within our society. By electing Trump into office it has seemingly rewarded and normalised misogynistic behaviour. I have one girlfriend who actually vomited on election night. Many women who have been sexually abused have taken this hard, including me.


I learned at an early age I was a pretty child and I got attention by being ‘cute’.

I learned a girl was either pretty or smart, and as society considered me pretty – I assumed I wasn’t smart.

I learned when I came home in tears after being assaulted for the first time aged 9 – it was my fault as I shouldn’t have been in that play-park.



I learned when I was 10 when I fell and broke my arm running away from a boy who was trying to forcibly kiss me – it was just playground antics.


I learned when I was 11 when the same boy pulled me into a cornfield walking back from school and sexually assaulted me in front of my peers – I was a slut.

I learned when I was 14 when three boys dragged me into the bushes and held me down and sexually assaulted me – I was seeking attention and didn’t know how to share.

I learned when I was 17 it wasn’t rape when my boyfriend decided it was okay to share me with his friends because I was drunk.

Then I assumed it was my fault when I was slipped a drug and while paralysed but still conscious I was carried into a bedroom and raped by two men.



I have learned to smile at the wolf whistles, laugh off the derogatory remarks, the physical invasion of my space, the sexual harassment.


I learned when an anonymous sexually threatening note left on my windscreen at University turned out to be a beloved member of staff – and was told by a respected mentor if I pressed charges it would make things difficult.


I learned when I was pregnant that gaining weight was unacceptable and piggy noises became the soundtrack to my pregnancy.


I also learned that gaining weight was a great tool to minimise male objectification.

Something happened to me on November 8th 2016 – something deep and profound – something inside me irrevocably broke – a realisation as crystal clear as Dorothy discovering that the mighty Wizard of Oz was a tiny fraud hiding behind a curtain.

I am awake!!!  And once you are really awake…it can never go back to the way it was before.


I have spent too long trapped in the shadows of my guilty silence.


It is time to rally my BRAVE!!!


My Story for Housing Day! 2014

In 2010, I unexpectedly found myself a single mother, living in social housing on full benefits.  Whilst I was grateful for the roof over our heads, it was never my life-goal.

I had become a cliché – a single mother on benefits living in social housing!

For the first time in my life I experienced social shame from the negative social-stigma attached to my new reality.

To me the future looked bleak!

When I saw an advertisement for Scrutiny in Cottsway’s resident’s magazine, I applied – to gain a recent job reference (as I previously worked for 16 years in Los Angeles) and importantly they covered childcare costs.  Little did I know this small pro-active step would change the trajectory of my life.

On the day of my interview it was hot and I was heavily pregnant; I almost didn’t show up, but a little voice inside me said I needed to go. 

During the first few months of training I was able to take my new-born and breastfeeding was accommodated in meetings.  Over the passing months, as my confidence grew, I clung onto the Scrutiny Panel as a lifeline.

Somewhere along the line, I developed a passion for housing – I caught the housing bug!

Housing is like a secret society where everyone within it is passionate about what they do, but somehow, curiously, this fact remains hidden to the outside world.

Cottsway supported my thirst for knowledge, funding a CIH Level 4 qualification in Housing Studies.  I am currently the Chair of the Scrutiny Panel, a Board member on the Chartered Institute of Housing’s SE Board, and with the support from Cottsway, I am now in my final year of my MA in Housing Studies at the University of Westminster.  This year I became recognised at a Peer Mentor for Tenant Central and I have had many opportunities to speak on Cottsway’s TPAS Award winning Scrutiny model.  I want to give back by sharing my personal experience and the benefits I have experienced from becoming involved with my landlord.

My decision to show up that day, when I felt my life was falling apart, was one of the best decisions of my life.

Leslie x

My Year as a Tenant 2015

2015 has been a rollercoaster year of highs and lows for me as a social housing tenant.

In January I entered my final semester of my master’s degree in Housing Practice at the University of Westminster.  Having been studying since my youngest was 8-months old I could finally see a life beyond motherhood, scrutiny and studies.  In early March the Homes for Britain’s Betsy-the-Bus visited Witney, West Oxfordshire.  It was exciting for my boys and me to have the relay baton visit us at our Cottsway home and attend the Homes for Britain rally in Witney – hosted by Cottsway Housing Association.   

I was also fortunate to attend the Homes for Britain Housing Rally, in London, 17th March 2015.  I felt like I was part of and witness to a significant time of change within the sector – I was a part of the ‘rally cry’ and there seemed to be a united positivity permeating the air.  It felt like I was in the middle of history being made.   




Then the election happened! 

No one anticipated or imagined the outcome.  The pollster’s predictions were extraordinarily wrong and I felt as if the housing sector took a sharp intake of breath in anticipation of what was to happen next. 

Against this new political backdrop, my dissertational research began.  I wanted to research the benefits to residents from being involved with their landlord.  The Amicus Horizon DCLG report and the Tenants Leading Change report had recently been published, both of which had made a strong business case for landlords to involve residents throughout all aspects of the business to help shape and streamline services.  After my experience with Cottsway’s Resident Scrutiny Panel and the myriad of benefits I have gained through my involvement I wanted to know if other involved residents had experienced the same benefits or if I was an anomaly.  I am currently writing a 6-page brief for publication on my research findings for both TPAS & HQN, and I am looking forward to speaking on my research at the TPAS AGM in London, in December.       

Shortly before my dissertation deadline August 12th I received a letter from the Job Centre Plus (JCP) for an appointment on August 13th.   The jubilation of my MA accomplishment was quickly overshadowed by my fear of benefit sanctions if I didn’t find work right away.  I didn’t have a moment to take a breath when I was thrust into the reality of what so many others on benefits have been experiencing – ardently looking for work enveloped in the fear of the threat of benefits being sanction if unsuccessful.   The usual 6-month review had now turned into every 3 months. 

The reality of looking for work as a single mother, living in social housing and desperately wanting to come off of benefits, is hard.  

Trying to balance the desire for a career, a need to work, with the reality and demands of being a lone parent – all the while feeling the breath of the government looking over my shoulder thinking I should be doing better and the fear of being sanctioned.   Osborne’s summer budget – cutting working tax credits and the pay-to-stay penalty if I earn more than £30,000.00 per year – has made me question what have I worked this hard for? 

My life goal was not to be a single mum, living in social housing and on benefits.  However I refused to allow my new situation to be my forever reality.   

I found my passion through my RSP involvement and studying for my MA.  The quandary that I now find myself in, with the governmental legislation, is I cannot receive more than £20,000.00 in benefits per year, however; once I start work I am penalised with a reduction in working tax credits, and furthermore; if I earn more than £30,000.00, I will be penalised once again having to ‘pay-to-stay’ in my home with a market rent.   I happen to live in one of the most affluent areas outside of London and my rent would increase by several hundred pounds per month.  This begs the question why would I spend £850 plus a month on rent when I could exercise my ‘right-to-buy’ which (after some preliminary research) could potentially reduce my market-rent significantly.  This makes no sense to me!   If these measures become a reality I would have no other choice but to invoke my ‘right-to-buy’.  The government asserts it wants to encourage and reward ‘hard working’ citizens, however; its policies revealed in the budget do not align with this proclamation. 

I am grateful for my home and being provided with a safe place for me the raise my boys.  I have been working hard to better my circumstances for my children and I feel now I am ready to re-enter the work place I find myself in a catch-22 with the moving goal posts of housing policy. 

I am passionate about housing and the work we do in our sector and I want to be able to give back without being penalised for it.    

this article was first published by 24 Housing, December 2015 

My thoughts for Housing Day

Housing Day 2015

As I sit here thinking about what I am going to say regarding my experience as a tenant of social housing and Housing Day, I am both grateful that I have a safe roof over my head for me and my children, but at the same time I am deeply disturbed by the beating our sector has taken over the last few years.  The successfully orchestrated demonization of social housing tenants and benefit claimants has been beautifully politicked by our government.  I have felt an unpleasant mood shift within our society – an utter distain for ‘those’ people who are living in social housing and in receipt of benefits.  These so-called people (myself included) have all been tarnished with the same brush as scroungers and benefit cheats.  The inconvenient truth is that the majority of people in receipt of housing benefit and tax credits are working families.  Housing Day provides tenants and landlords a platform to stand up and counteract the negative media’s portrayal by telling the positive side – Housing Day is an opportunity to repaint the story so to speak.  When I wrote my Housing Day story last year it was a pivotal moment for me; it freed me from the shame I had attached to my circumstances.  It opened my eyes to the need of such a platform that showcases the many success stories and the profound differences social housing has made on people’s lives and within their communities.  

I attended a music concert in Oxford last Friday and as I was paying for my parking ticket there was a young female huddled up in the corner trying to brace herself against the cold night setting in.  I reached into my purse and handed her some coins and looked into her eyes and told her to stay safe.  I felt so inadequate in that moment – inadequate but also grateful that I had somewhere warm and safe to return to at the end of the night.  The other feeling I experienced was shame – shame that I couldn’t do more, shame that my country wasn’t doing more, and shame that there is a growing apathy within our society that somehow it is her fault for her circumstances.  I don’t know her story, but I know mine and when I found myself a single mother of two boys living in social housing on benefits I was full of gratitude but also shame from the fear of the harsh and unfair judgment of others.  It was never my life goal to be a cliché and be reliant upon welfare and I have felt a deep sense of shame surrounding my circumstances. I encountered my first Troll on Twitter last week who questioned the #proudtenant hashtag I was using – this person said living off of other people’s taxes and the government is not something to be proud of and that I should instead be grateful.  I am exceedingly grateful I am not homeless with my children sleeping on the streets, or fleeing a war zone, however; the use of the word ‘proud’ to me is the opposite of shame, which is what I felt before I told my Housing Day story. 

The lead up to Christmas is my favourite time of year and my children are beginning to get excited with all of the rituals leading up to the day including; school activities, concerts, Christmas lights being switched on, our tree going up, the decorations, family, meeting Santa and of course presents.  As the nights are getting darker and colder, I can’t shake the stark reality that many people within our society don’t have the luxury of a safe, clean and secure, warm roof over their heads this Christmas time.  Shelter predicts 100,000 children will be homeless this Christmas. I can no longer standby silenced by shame or turn a blind eye in feigned ignorance.  Housing Day has enabled me to own my truth, and has been the catalyst that has opened my eyes to the responsibility I have to use my voice to speak out and to stand for something. 

Mahatma Ghandi said: “A nation’s greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members.”


I believe we can collectively make a difference if we stand up and tell our stories and start to change the conversation. 

My thoughts for housing day – first written and published for Housing Day 2015


‘As I was watching the summer budget, I actually wept’

My thoughts on Pay-to-Stay

pay to stay

It is my understanding that the government’s ethos has been focused on getting people back into work and off state benefits; through their Welfare to Work programme, by making benefit claimants more accountable to the government, by frequently reassessing eligibility with the claimant, and having to prove that you are actively looking for work.

As a lone parent of two young boys – my youngest just turned 4 in June – I have turned up every six months for my job centre interview to check in on my journey to re-enter the work place. This has been a requirement of me to receive benefits. As I have been in graduate school the last three years the story has been the same:

‘Yes! I am still at University and the day I hand in my dissertation is on August 12th 2015 and my graduation is in November’.

A few weeks before my deadline, I received an appointment letter calling me in for an interview on August 13th, the very next day after my submission. Not only did I have the stress of completing my research whilst juggling two small boys, I now had to manage the fear of my benefits being somehow sanctioned if the job centre employee, behind the desk, decided I wasn’t working hard enough to demonstrate my willingness to work. I felt the DWP’s noose tightening around my neck. Furthermore, as a lone parent – it was slap bang in the middle of the summer holidays so I had to arrange childcare. I was full of anxiety as I attended the interview. They now want to see me every three months instead of six; they are keeping the pressure on to make sure I am looking for work.

The irony is I do want to work. Since becoming a single parent I have looked at ways to maximise my employability in anticipation of my children starting full time education. I volunteered and became involved with my HA’s Resident Scrutiny Panel in 2011, when I was still pregnant with my youngest. I even took him to meetings when he was a baby.
I have just successfully passed my MA degree and was even awarded the Chartered Institute of Housing Prize for Best Dissertation. I feel I have done everything in my power to improve my employability.

As I was watching the summer budget, I actually wept. I have just spent the last three years studying in a field that the Chancellor – in one wave of his hand – just literally smashed with a giant hammer!


Our sector is currently in crisis mode, looking for ways to absorb the one-per-cent rent reduction that has been imposed. With the inevitable cut-backs, I am fearful of benefit sanctions if I am not successful in securing employment. Conversely, when I do enter employment, I am then faced with the impact of the proposed cuts in working tax credits. It has been rumoured that single working parents will be the hardest hit by these cuts. What’s more; when I start earning above £30,000.00 per year, I will be affected by the ‘Pay-to-Stay’ scheme. However, I happen to live in one of the most expensive places outside of London and if I have to pay the market rent for my two-bed flat, it would almost certainly double my social-rent; if not more. Then the only logical choice I would have would be to invoke my ‘Right-to-Buy’.
With my discount, a mortgage could potentially be cheaper than my current social rent. Is it just me or is this madness to the nth degree? I feel tied up in knots.
I never intended to be a lone parent living in social housing and receiving benefits. My mother unexpectedly passed away almost four years ago – the plan had been for her to help out with childcare. I have worked really hard trying to better myself and the future of my children and there have been a many trade-offs in my attempt to pull myself out of my situation.
The government has now changed the goal posts. When will this lunacy end?

first published by TPAS Tenant Voices 2015


Housing isn’t sexy but essential

Hi there and welcome:

I’m passionate about all things housing…and whilst I know housing isn’t sexy – it is a basic need – each one of us deserves to feel safe in the place we live – for us to thrive and feel a sense of self and so much more – Housing is IMPORTANT!!!

Talking about housing I wanted to find a home for all of my writings….new and prior.

I am working on the site currently and I hope to have it up and running very soon.

I would love to hear from you. Thanks for reading…