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Fanning the Flames

NB: Although I do not know the person concerned here, I was motivated by a strong sense of empathy to write about the situation described in the ensuing paragraphs.I have sought approval from Sabrina Winfield to publish this piece and she has seen it. Therefore, all is sound ethically.


Let me ask you a question. What do you think of when you hear the word university? The best times of your life? The place where you might meet your future partner? Where you make friends for life?  Then when you’ve stayed up all night, handing in your essay the next morning like a boss?

For some., that is their experience of University. Lucky fuckers. What about the rest of us?

I’ll talk about my experience more later but let me just say I struggled socially at University. I loved Sociology though, except group work.  Group psychology is king and for somebody like me who prefers a few close friends that’s my worst nightmare. I could hear whispers early on “Oh, they’re a bit weird.”

Film nights and beer were the norm in my flat. Chatter laughter noise and small talk, and being sociable. All my worst nightmares. I’m just not very good at it. I’m deeper. I’d rather talk about important interesting stuff. Art music writing and psychology and feelings. That’s more my bag.

Luckily I had a flatmate who preferred similar and after everyone else had watched the film, I’d often sneak it back to my room and watch it with her instead. I spent a lot of time in my room.

We have recently reconnected on Facebook after a long time apart for reasons which I’m not going to go into here. But we were talking about our University days. We helped each other out a lot mutually. I’m not going to go into her stuff here either. She was in her second year and I was in my first.

She recalls our first trip to the uni bar. She tells me;

“I looked at your eyes. Every time somebody said hello to you you looked as though you wanted the floor to swallow you up!” I rolled them too apparently. She knows me very well.

She was right. The one thing I remember was that one of the tracks on the jukebox was Coldplay’s Yellow. Everybody was chatting and laughing, and I just felt like there was a glass wall between me and them. In subsequent trips to the bar they ended up being rather shorter than they should be. Why? We used to make our own way discreetly back home to my bedroom and talk. I’d rather spend time with a few close friends than a huge group I can’t stand.

Without my friend in the first instance I would have hated University completely wholesale.

What if you don’t meet that ally?

I think it’s fair to say that that was the experience of Sabrina Winfield featured today in Southampton’s local newspaper The Daily Echo.

Sabrina, screamed the headline terrified her housemates with a home-made flamethrower.

Before I get into the issues of the post, I’m not very good with numbers I do words. I asked another friend of mine to go through the article and count for me how many lines and paragraphs it took before we got to any  mention of mental health. The numbers make for sad reading. Mental health was not even mentioned until the 38th line and the 13th paragraph. Put another way mental health was not even mentioned until the penultimate paragraph in terms of the website and on mobile.

Instead we are treated to salacious sensationalist hyperbole. Sabrina went on a rampage. Through a hall, though you would think from the tenor of the article she had rampaged through the entire flat. I have to say at the moment I’m not in a good spot myself mentally, and I have been taking a break from blogging and writing. However, this story made me so angry I had to say something.

I was angered that Sabrina’s housemates were centred in the article.

They were terrified apparently. One tried to climb out of a window during a previous incident.  Whilst I accept that seeing somebody going through a corridor with a home-made flamethrower isn’t something you see every day I thought one thing. What about Sabrina? Let me just repeat that to ram it home. What about Sabrina? What was she feeling? What led her to that point? That’s what I wanted to know. If I was more green and less savvy about mental health I would think that random people just make flamethrowers every day.  It’s what everybody thinks isn’t it? That everybody’s ultimate ambition. It’s what you wake up in the morning and fancy doing. Not reading a book not watching TV, no making of flamethrowers beats all that. But the fact is I’m not green and I am savvy about mental health. I have had mental health problems since I was 16. I’ve still got them.

You see the point is this, the flamethrower, coupled the terrifying of her housemates, that’s the end of the story not the beginning. Nobody just wakes up and decides to make a flamethrower.

The real story is the struggle that led up to the making of this flamethrower.


For the switched on amongst you there is another point. Previously police had been called when Sabrina was screaming on the landing and threatening to burn the house down. There was an opportunity here to support Sabrina and get her help.

Instead of squealing about how Sabrina was acting eccentrically why not do what housemates ought to do and look after your housemate? Had Sabrina received appropriate help and care at an earlier stage then my bet is and I think it’s a safe one that the incident with the flamethrower would never have happened.

So why in the name of fuck did nobody try to help then? A hug may have helped, a listening ear or perhaps some empathy. But no people would rather go and have their drink and their dodgy kebabs and ignore the people who are struggling.

University is a highly superficial and highly artificial environment in my experience. Nobody cares not really. For those of us with mental health problems, we are often told you’re too intense, you text too much, I can’t cope with you.

In the social media age too, friendship is bastardised. Your mate is somebody who you met the night before and tagged you in that really awful selfie you don’t want anybody to see. Your mate is the one who drags you to the pub when you’ve got an essay to do. But what about when you really want to talk? When you’re crying alone in your room? In the middle of the night when you’re staring at the ceiling for the millionth time and you really can’t sleep? I was lucky. I had my friend. But what if I hadn’t? I still can’t sleep now though.

The fact is that those housemates were quite happy to talk to the papers and to hang Sabrina out to dry. She is not a hardened criminal. She was not attention seeking. She needed help. I wish she’d been my housemate because I would have been there for her without any preconditions or caveats.

I said earlier that I would not go into my friend’s stuff and I won’t. When she had problems though and I’m not trying to big myself up, I sat and listened for three hours without even peeing. My feeling is that if her housemates could have listened to and heard her which is a perfectly simple act Sabrina would never have come before the courts and could have been treated with appropriateness, courtesy and empathy.  All the things which society by and large is shit at. I am today emotional because before writing this I had the opportunity to read Sabrina’s own response to the events. I learned two things. One thing she has an ace taste in hats which I like. And secondly I learnt about what had actually happened to lead her to this point and if I was furious this morning I’m even more furious now.

The biggest crime of the whole thing? The doorway people yes the doorway!  We’d better think about its feelings and book it in for some magnolia therapy. Doors have feelings and can get traumatised. Didn’t you know? Nor did I!

The fact is the local newspaper would rather listen to those who want a cheap sexed up story lacking nuance and truth rather than the real story of somebody with mental health problems. Through the whole article my head was screaming what about Sabrina herself?

She was just reduced to bit part status in her own story. Objectified and dehumanised As for the comments below the line I’m not even going there disgusting individuals! Mind you they are generally disgusting and have the insight of an earthworm. In fact it’s probably an insult to earthworms to make this claim.

Some would say Hannah why the fuck you getting so angry about somebody you’ve never even met? Empathy, which according to the Guardian recently we are getting very bad at.

You see my first year was fine while I had my friend there. My second year was a blur because a carer abused me. I’m in a wheelchair and disabled so I depend on 24-hour personal care. Much of that year, I spent not in lectures but in bed or in the bar or crying my eyes out to my GP.

She was ace. Also I got therapy with a good therapist Liz.

I had to repeat the year. My best friends at uni then were Jack Daniels, Southern Comfort, Snakebite and weed. But the thing is, I wasn’t like the popular kids, I wasn’t drinking because I wanted to be rat arsed on a Friday night. I was drinking too much. I was drinking to not feel. I didn’t want to think. Other stuff happened too, so Liz and I went through strategies for keeping myself safe. So yes I’ve never met Sabrina, but I feel like I have. From having read her blog, I think that this is why sometimes the best support for mental health issues comes from others who understand. I’ve also been lucky so far with the professionals.


It was wrong to describe Sabrina as stupid too. People who have suffered abuse of course are never infantilised and called stupid no. They are listened to and respected as cogent human beings with their own stories. That is of course on some kind of fantasy island somewhere.


To conclude then, Sabrina Winfield is far from stupid. She is intelligent articulate, honest and erudite. In her blog which I will place at the end of this article she is honest and frank and doesn’t hold back about her own experience. It is perfectly obvious from reading that what led her to this point.

Her housemates should be utterly ashamed of themselves. I suspect they might feel guilty I hope they do. Let me say that whatever fee they were paid they probably have a nagging feeling somewhere in their unconscious and perhaps in the shadow side that they could have done more because they could.

Mental health should have been contextualised in the beginning, not the end of the piece.

Here’s the thing you see when I saw the headline I knew there was a mental health connection.

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Turn the pages. Don’t leave the person to struggle. Hold their hand. Leaving is expected. Staying is revolutionary.

Let me leave the last words with Sabrina. But before I do I think that Sabrina’s housemates should be ashamed. I believe that people who make diagnoses in comment sections should be ashamed. But I think above all incidences like this are a stain on society. The flamethrower was the crisis point in an ongoing struggle. Not the beginning. Starting at the beginning would be better. Less easy to write and less easy to read. But infinitely better.

“Nothing was damaged and more importantly nobody was hurt. This event has had an effect on my life that has caused permanent casualty to my quality of life, my reputation and my mental health. Whilst the students at *** Road have surely swiftly moved on, I have an on-going hell of troubles to deal with, as this entire situation was a huge misunderstanding and unwarranted, I can promise that. I was not looking for attention as the article claims, I know how to get “that” without being a fucking asshole or hurting anybody.”


Sabrina blogs at http://emptybiros.blogspot.co.uk/


NB: If you are struggling with mental health problems at University and don’t know where to turn for support, a guide has been produced by the charity Young Minds. This is available at http://www.youngminds.org.uk/assets/0002/7042/Uni_Zine.pdf (Adobe Reader required).




Transphobia Revealed

So, it is a Bank Holiday but as I write, I am gently but uncompromisingly reminded that discrimination does not take holidays, as you will see from the below front cover of Reveal Magazine. At the outset, thank you to Natacha Kennedy for diligently taking the photograph in the queue at Morrisons and for granting me permission to use it.

Firstly, I have a question that I want you to keep in mind while you read. The question of what constitutes a bad day for a  journalist. One of the major headaches for journalists and journalism as a profession is role reversal. That is to say, when the journalist, or the publication or organisation they work for, becomes the story.

This is definitely what has happened in the case of the latest issue of Reveal magazine, who have adorned their front cover with a picture of the beautiful Ms Jenna Talackova. What is not so beautiful alas, is their cover line.

The —-> MAN who wins beauty contests.

So, I think it has been a very bad day at the office for Reveal,  and rightly so, since all they have managed to reveal is their ambivalence and contempt for their trans readership, and not least for Jenna Talackova. But how, and why, and what makes me so filled with disgust and anger?

For any magazine, your cover is your seller. It is what people see first when they look at the magazine in a shop or supermarket. No matter how interesting or compelling your content is, you need that cover to sell your product. Your publication will be more than likely grouped together with others of a similar genre. So what I wonder is how does flaunting transphobia sell magazines? 

More importantly, does discrimination have mass market appeal?

To help in my quest to understand the issue better,I decided to  play the role of Shirley Holmes and use Google as my non human Watson to find out more.

Reveal are owned by Hearst Magazines, who have a multitude of different titles in their portfolio, including  Good Housekeeping, Inside Soap and Psychologies to name a few, plus the well known entertainment and digital website Digitalspy, and NetDoctor amongst others.

So it can be seen that Reveal sits in  good company with some very credible brands. But what of Reveal, its readership, and what the magazine offers them?

Their website suggests that;

“Reveal responds to the immediacy of the UK’s ‘I want it now’ culture and lets readers see life through a celebrity lens. Reveal is the only celebrity magazine that has a number of celebrity experts. The journalists at Reveal write emotive, quality copy from a young woman’s perspective.”

Futhermore its brand propostion is as follows.

“Reveal delivers all the celeb gossip, high street fashion, big issues of the day, some helpful advice and a few laughs along the way. Everything is tailored to be relevant to the week of purchase.”

Finally its brand values are to be:

  • Emotive
  • Fashionable
  • Feminine 
  • Fun
  • High street
  • In the know

So having glimpsed into the world of Reveal  and what is on offer it leaves me feeling somewhat mystified. Would the editorial justification for this cover line be that there is a demand for transphobia, as part of an “I want it now culture?” Are your listeners really beating down the door demanding transphobia? I doubt that very much.  Is there an immediate need for it? If so, why?

Reveal also claims to write emotive, quality copy, and to provide a few laughs. Well the coverline was emotive, but for all the wrong reasons. If there was even something remotely, remotely funny about that coverline, I am so saddened to have missed the joke.

Let me assure Reveal that there is nothing funny, nor feminine , or educational about perpetuating and actually giving a platform to transphobia on your front cover. 

To out somebody to an entire readership is in no way journalism. In fact, it is an abuse of the privileges journalism as a profession has, to inform, to entertain, to be noted and sought to give facts and also opinions when needed.

However, I believe there is no justification for this and the cover line does not fall under any of these banners. It also gives a dangerous legitimacy and affirmation to a prevalent view that some quarters of the press do not seem to care about the bullying of trans people, that they think bullying is okay and that cover lines such as Reveal’s add an extra bit of titillation and marketing to a story.

It appears to me too, that we have what I would describe as a ‘trannyisation epidemic’. The sociologist Emile Durkheim suggested that “the sum of the whole was greater than the sum of its parts”.

I believe this to be true of individuals too. But to look at the current discourse in the media, albeit counteracted by activist organisations like Trans Media Watch, you would think that all that mattered about transsexuals was their trans status. It is reductive, insulting and wrong.

Being honest though it is a problem that has beset many minorities for a long time. The press think that someone’s particular minority is their defining feature. However, just because this has been the way of things for some time, it does not mean that minority groups do not have a right to be concerned, and that we cannot halt that trend through a colllective response.

Returning to the cover line for a moment, it was certainly emotive. I can say from personal experience that being outed as trans or as a “man” is always one of the most saddening, degrading, dehumanising and demoralising things I go through. I can say too, that it never gets any easier to deal with, nor better.

I do not know Jenna, but as a trans woman myself, I can both sympathise and empathise with how distressing it must have been for her. My heart goes out to her, actually. But did anyone stop and think what it would do to her emotionally?

For as much as I wax lyrical about how much I love my life now, and whilst I hate the suffering narrative, it was traumatic, before I lived as my true self. I hated it.I felt incongruent, I wanted to be beautiful, not handsome, everything was just wrong. That is the key word here I think. For a magazine to act as a self appointed  judge and jury and to force Jenna Talackova to revisit that part of her past is disgusting, unjustifiable as well and makes me sick to my stomach.

It is clear too from the graphology of the article what sort of cheap, sensationalist angle they were going for. Big, lurid, yellow lettering, and MAN over the top of a picture of a stunningly gorgeous woman in huge capital letters. Alongside a strategically placed arrow. How de-humanising and low can you get Reveal?

It is all too clear the psychological reaction they wanted to provoke. They want the reader to be “fooled” into thinking “it” is a woman, before they triumphantly splash her past history over the top, ergo revealing, then everyone can have a bloody good laugh at “the tranny’s expense”. Well your revelation here has backfired here, as has your pithy apology. Sorry if you were offended, not sorry we were wrong, almost projecting and passing the buck. You are not sorry, you are sorry you were caught, and that your true transphobic colours were revealed.

I hate to be a bore as well, but the article is factually inaccurate.Jenna Talackova is not a man, legally or otherwise. Perhaps they should have consulted their sister site NetDoctor and looked up Gender Dysphoria.

Moreover, it is also in breach of the Editors Code of Conduct (Article 12) in relation to discrimination which suggests that;

i) The press must avoid prejudicial or pejorative 

   reference to an individual’s race, colour,

religion, gender, sexual orientation or to any physical or mental illness or disability.

ii) Details of an individual’s race, colour, religion,
sexual orientation, physical or mental illness or
disability must be avoided unless genuinely
relevant to the story.

There is clear evidence of prejudice and pejorative referencing here, as though transsexuals are just something to be laughed at for kicks or voyeuristic entertainment. As though Jenna Talackova is not a person containing a mind, thoughts and feelings, but a cheap gossip device.

Think too of the target audience of the publication, young women. Supposing a young woman, early in transition saw this. How are they meant to feel? Ecstastic?

This is disgusting, cheap, playing it for laughs journalism. But as I conclude, do you know what upsets me most? That the outcome could in fact have been very different. Imagine a piece, celebrating Jenna Talackova’s life, her beauty, her achievements and attitude. Proud transwoman enters beauty contest and almost wins. A much more positive message, an empowering one, not only for Jenna, but also for other women, with whom her situation undoubtedly resonates.

Even after apologising, Reveal were still patting themselves on the back. Well as I said before, your cover is your shop window. It does not matter a jot how sensitive or positive the article may have been. I am afraid the callous, rude, devil may care transphobia on  the front cover invalidated that completely.

Jenna Talackova has already the been the butt of transphobia once already, and she did not need it again. For the publication to feign surprise at the adverse reaction to the cover line, is either stupid, naive or malicious. I cannot decide which.

However, I do hope that the PCC will take swift and decisive action, to be clear in no uncertain terms to Reveal and Hearst Magazines as a company that whilst we have a free press, that freedom must come in tandem with responsibility.

Also, Hearst needs to be reminded that this is not journalism, and that presenting such “discoveries” as journalism is revolting and contemptible. Being trans is about living your life, not being an object of bullying, transphobia and degradation. Reveal need to be reminded we are people, with thoughts, feelings and emotions, not amusing playground bully targets.

As I close, I am left with a torrid taste in my mouth, and a realisation of how low something masquerading as journalism can go. It it disgusting. It is an insult to true journalism which seeks to inform, entertain, and to educate and impart knowledge to people’s minds. It is the taste and smell, and ugliness of transphobia. We may not be able to eradicate it, but we can fight it and that is what I want to join the trans community in so doing for evermore, as long as I can type, and speak, I can play my part, for Jenna, and for us all. For as Durkheim said;

“The sum of the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

What a fabulous and encouraging truth!