Sexual health matters! It really does!
Just going over a few blogs I have written over the years, I came across this one. For all of you studying to become teachers with adults, maybe something to consider! It’s not just FoFo!
After almost ten years of supervising and examining doctoral candidates, and a lot more for bachelor and masters degree students, I’ve recently completed the UKCGE’s recognition scheme for research supervisors. To all those young academic doctors ‘out there’, starting on this journey nice and early in your careers, I envy and admire you! This has all come rather late in my own life, but it is SUCH a rewarding academic endeavour.
Check out the blog page, to learn more about the benefits of undertaking this programme yourselves!
I might be very PC (“post Catholic”) these days, but 9th May 1987 is always a day I will treasure in my life, as was the 30th anniversary, in 2017 – for some other right Royal reason!
Originally posted on My 'memories, dreams and reflections':
The 9th of May 2017 … … marked the 30th anniversary since my ordination to the Catholic priesthood. I’ve been teaching sexual health for 27 years now; many people may not even know about the ten years spent for the priesthood, a decade in my past life. …
Today is the 39th anniversary of the first recorded announcement of what was to be called AIDS – with a virus eventually discovered and, by 1985, named HIV. Some similarities between the early days of AIDS and the current COVID19 pandemic, but obviously huge dissimilarities too.
Gosh, seven years have passed since poor Lee Rigby was murdered, brutally and savagely. This was the first blog page I ever wrote. Still occasionally pass the site of his killing and you wouldn’t know anything had happened there now. RIP Lee Rigby. Your memory lives on.
The traffic signs that warn road users passing Woolwich Barracks that there are “soldiers marching” tell us lies today, well for the moment at least. Main roads around Woolwich Barracks are Sunday-afternoon-style quiet and what traffic does pass bye is as slow as a funeral cortege over road humps.
For the moment, gone are the soldiers in uniform busily cycling past, or the friends from different regiments laughing, joking and chatting together as they walk across campus. The totally unprovoked and barbaric murder of Drummer Lee Rigby tightly casts a melancholic pall across this part of town.
When soldiers are grievously injured or killed in action, in the “theatre of war”, it is a tragedy; many make the “ultimate sacrifice” which politicians tell us is so that the rest of us can sleep safer in our beds at night. The loved ones left behind trying to make sense of…
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Originally posted on My 'memories, dreams and reflections':
In an unprecedented move, as of summer 2016, the British Royal Family website carries a number of stories about people living with HIV. HRH The Prince Harry recently delivered an inspirational speech at the Worlds AIDS Conference, in Durban, South Africa, in which he said: “We cannot…
As children, we would get some old clothes, stuff them with newspapers, and make them into a “Guy”. “Penny for the Guy, please, Mister!” 
Dr David T Evans, OBE NTF PFHEA RN(T) 