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Attachment Weaponisation: The Bond Was Never an Accident

Attachment Weaponisation: The Bond Was Never an Accident I never noticed the closeness being built. I just assumed it was love, and assumed what I owed because of it, without either of us ever saying it out loud. Short version: Trauma bonding is usually described as something that happens to you, almost by accident, through unpredictable reward. A 2025 Cambridge study, interviewing eighteen women with sustained attachment to abusive partners, found something sharper underneath that: the closeness itself is often deliberately constructed early on, specifically so it can be exploited later. Researchers call this attachment weaponisation. The unsettling part is that it isn't always obvious while it's happening. It can feel completely organic, right up until you realise how much invisible obligation got built into it along the way. What is attachment weaponisation? A 2025 study led by researchers at the University of Cambridge, published in the journal Violence Aga...

🎈“So… Why Do You Even Blog If You’re Not Making Money?”

(A conversation in the dentist’s waiting room)


The scene:

Me, casually flicking through my phone in the dentist’s waiting room.

My daughter, sitting next to me, being all teenage-serious.

Lady next to her? Trying not to laugh her crown off.


“Mum, how many people read your blog again?”

“About 6,000 a month.”

Eyebrows raise. “What are you even writing about?”

“Whatever I feel like. Random stuff. Life. Thoughts. Narcissists. Skittles.”

“Skittles?”

“Not literally skittles, but you know… stuff. Colours of life.”

“You must focus on something. Finance? You’re good at that.”

“People get bored of one subject. I can’t write about finance every week.

You can only talk about so many colours of Skittles before everyone zones out.”


πŸ’… That’s when the woman next to us started giggling.

She was trying to pretend she wasn’t listening, but honestly?

If I had a pound for every time I’ve said something ridiculous in a dentist’s waiting room,

I’d have at least… £4.


Then my daughter says,

“How much have you made from your blog in the last 10 years?”

“About £60.”

She looks at me. “…So why are you doing it?”

“Because I can.”


And then we  got called for the appointment 


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