Trigger Warning: This post deals with issues of sexual assault and may be triggering for survivors of abuse.
When I was sent a copy of Richard Glover’s latest book, Flesh Wounds, I tore through it, expecting to chortle and guffaw.
I was wrong. I ended up sobbing.
On air (he’s the host of ABC 702’s drive program) and in his writing Glover is, well, lovable. His legion of radio fans have kept him in the number one spot for most of the past decade. His weekly newspaper columns are warm and witty.
So his book is a bit of a shock. Flesh Wounds is a heart-wrenching family memoir. It reveals that no matter how many people love him now, Richard’s parents made it quite clear they did not.
“…I never felt like the favourite, which is hard when you are an only child,” he writes.
And later: “Can you really be self-raising, like flour? Or is that just a glib way to pretend that bad parenting doesn’t hurt?”
At first his parents seem quite odd, but harmless.
His mother fabricated a posh family background and adopted a fake British accent. She changed her name often and was known as Alice, Anna and Bunty. She joyfully told everyone Richard was the first artificial insemination baby in Australia – not because of fertility issues, but because she refused to have sex with his father. After 12 sexless years of marriage, she fell pregnant thanks to a turkey baster.
“My mother and father didn’t really behave like parents to me or as partners to each other. It was more a case of two self involved individuals who happened to rent a room to a boarder of mystifyingly modest height.”
Not surprisingly, his mother ran off with another man. What is surprising is it was Richard’s English teacher – a Tolkien devotee, nudist and stuffed-toy collector. Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up.