Poet and children’s author Dockrill also writes forcefully of the paranoia of psychosis, the conviction that she is the only one who can see “clearly” and the knowledge that no one will believe her (it’s easy to see, in these experiences, the genesis of so many sci-fi and psychological thriller plots). Dockrill’s writing tumbles on to the page in all the messy, raw, breathless chaos of new motherhood; she describes unflinchingly the sense of being reduced to your animal self, with all the stink and leakage and physical pain involved in getting another body out of your own and then sustaining it.
