Fragile Life

I am excited.

My latest play, Fragile is being staged at The King’s Head Theatre Islington in March and April. It stars ‘the almighty powerhouse’ Nigel Francis as the character One.

It is an autobiographical narrative about how I was sexually abused when I was eleven years old.

It is not a comedy.

Actually, in truth it is less about sexual abuse, and more about the crippling aftermath of emotional abandonment; the psychological and spiritual scars that, if left untreated, can bloat and infect for decades post assault.

The play examines the cause and effect of trauma in forensic often disturbing detail.

I wrote it so that I could speak my shame, name my abuse and free my soul.

When we staged Fragile at the Belgrade Theatre, Coventry in 2013, the newspapers were unanimous in their praise of what one reviewer called the prefect production.

The five star reviews were littered with adjectives like raw…uncompromising…brutal…earth shattering…poetic.
Another reviewer said it was the only play she had ever attended where the theatre had deemed it necessary to station The Samaritans at the door.

She was not joking.

It is a challenging story, but it is also overflowing with truth and vulnerability and love. 
Ultimately it is the story of how I was able to forgive my abuser.

Post Jimmy Saville, people are understandably suspicious, even angry when you talk about forgiveness: did I really forgive my abuser, or did I just let him off, and in doing so indirectly condone his actions and leave the way open for further abuse?

The nature of such enquiries is unkind, and the subtext is loaded with judgment and implication.

The dilemma of a victim.

This is the dangerous naivety and presumption of the observer who sees only two options in sex related abuse; a day in court or a violent revenge.

Forgiveness is not even in their lexicon, they fail to see its potency.

I tried the legal route. But, as a wizened policeman told me, they have to practically catch them in the act these paedophiles to secure any kind of conviction.

And in my adult life – cognitively damaged, dangerously insecure – I walked the path of violence. I spent a decade working as a nightclub bouncer, cracking skulls in a displaced and futile attempt at redressing a balance and avenging my lost innocence.
When you have tried and been failed by the judiciary and blood-lust turns you into a monster, what are you left with?

Where do you go from here?

When your enemy still lives at large in the world and more worryingly, some 30 years after the abuse, your enemy is still living it large in you as a bundle of groomed perceptions and fearful beliefs, where or to whom do you turn?

Having exhausted every other option my last bastion of hope was the bibles. I read all the big books in my search for knowledge; The Bhagavad Gita, The Holy Koran, The Old Testament, The Toa Te Ching. They all contained profundities, and each proffered balm, but it was The New Testament that spoke to me loudest, more specifically Saint Paul in his letters to the Romans.

When your enemy is hungry feed him, when he thirsts give him drink, for in so doing thou shalt heap fires of coal on his head.

It is muscular instruction and it’s empirical, it came from the quill of a man who had enacted every violence before his conversion on the road to Damascus.

I decided to give forgiveness a try. 
I had nothing left to lose.

Almost as soon as the decision had been made, serendipity placed my abuser before me. 
I was sat in a café alone. He was sat opposite and I trembled with three decades of fear and rage as I walked across and stood before him.

You abused me when I was a boy, I said, but I forgive you…I forgive you.

I said it twice, and he crumbled before me this demon.

I forgave a paedophile…but I did not let him off. 
I forgave him…but I condemn his actions. 
I forgave for me, not for him or for anyone else; I did it in order to be released.

Forgiveness is pragmatic. It offers a real and lasting vengeance – it is a metaphysical force. 
I know because I have the proof; I am cleansed and my abuser is dead.

He ended his own life at the end of a rope in a lonely hotel room in London.

Once I exorcised him from my mind – and be in no doubt, abuse is a possession – I cleaned the wound. I gave public talks, I mentored other victims, and I wrote articles about the abuse to clean me. I wrote a film ( to clean me. I penned Fragile and I am currently making a feature film (Romans – starring Ray Winstone) in order to clean again, and clean again and once more clean again every last poison left by the heinous actions of a depraved man.

It would have been easy for me to fall into tabloid-hate and make my life a delicious vendetta.
But there is no joy in hate. I tried that. It failed me. 
I could have remained a victim, a boy wheel-locked in the body of an ill functioning adult. 
But it does not honour me to allow the man who decimated my trust to also steal my life.

Or, I could do something radical; I could do something biblical, something brave.

Like the alchemists of lore, I stood before the shame and the rage and the dissonance and I bled my suffering through the nib of a pen; I re-imagined and reshaped my trauma and turned it into blocks of pure gold.

I gave my horror story a brand new narrative, a kinder arc, a happier ending. And in doing so I created an allowing for other sufferers (they are out there and they are legion) to speak their shame, name their abuse and free their soul.

Seats are limited so, for more info and to book tickets, click the link below.


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  • Reply Karen March 17, 2015 at 2:11 pm

    Thankyou….I hope that through forgiveness I can unlock childhood memories and be free.

  • Reply Mats March 17, 2015 at 4:42 pm

    I’ve been following your work for many years now and I have to say that this true story stirred up many emotions when I first read Romans 12:20 (Fragile).
    It resonated with me so strongly in a way I couldn’t understand that it led me to my own soulsearching.
    Half a decade later I’ve since then found my own trauma that for decades let my own shadows subconsciously play freely within in a very destructive way to me and unfortunately for others close to me.
    Thanks to the book/play (=Fragile) I no longer fear my shadows/destructive attachments and I’m now aware of most of them – thanks!
    I still struggle with the Forgivness even though I consciously am aware of the power it has. Here, I still have to find the courage within since it concerns people in my family..

    I have read the book Romans 12:20 but not seen the play Fragile living in another country but anyone sensing something is holding them back from a life with joy and fulfillment should take the opportunity to attend the play and/or read the book.
    It may literally change your life forever to the better and if not you – maybe someone you know!

  • Reply Paul Obinna Wilson-Eme March 17, 2015 at 5:22 pm

    I know your story and have personal experience of the wisdom working through you and, of course, your kindness!
    We are NOT P.S. “post saville”, we are merely touching the edge of a storm. You’ve become the/a Guide to make a way through if the victims dare to let go and join the path you provide…
    I’m afraid therefore that your time is coming, and your Martial skills will be totally required in all their skills, but I strongly believe that this is what you have been destined to do.
    I wish you all the, guidance, protection, inspiration, strength and power to continue the generation of the necessary Healing needed to be flowing, beginning in the U.K.
    Love and Respect

  • Reply Cathal March 17, 2015 at 9:14 pm


    Many congratulations on your forgiveness and your play. Being across the Irish Sea, I won’t get to see it this time, but some time please God.

    I know you forgave him for you, but you also gave him a gift which he certainly didn’t earn or deserve, but which you freely gave because you could; because you were in control and he was out of control; because you were strong and he was weak.

    Forgiveness is much more difficult than hate and violence because you are baring your neck and your soul. However it is infinitely more healthy and more healing.

    God bless you and a Happy St Patrick’s Day!

  • Reply Karen March 23, 2015 at 12:41 pm

    Geoff as always Inspirational, beautiful and life saving…

    I love you and your work, you stand before many leading, the way and paving a beautiful “Red Carpet” for so many. You gift abused souls the tools and permission to paint many colours “Within” their very own pained and black interiors..

    You are a legend my Dear and Beautiful friend!

    Sending you and Your Beautiful Family Many Blessing’s

    Ps…Thankyou for helping me to save “Me”

    Joy to you

    Karen x

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