Reinventing myself: from crime-fighter to crime-writer by Clare Mackintosh.

Remember as children, we were told to say the rhyme; “Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me”? Well, that has been blown out of the water because words DO hurt, sometimes more than physical blows. In fact, words; their viciousness and poison can actually sometimes reach far deeper than any swipe by a fist.

When I look at the online newspapers and the comments made by people, plus, of course, the platform given by social media to people not normally given to airing their opinions, it’s heartbreaking that they think it’s acceptable to be so nasty and horrible via a keyboard yet, had they actually come face to face with the person they are aiming at, their face, words and demeanour would be different.

It’s heartbreaking to think there is such vitriol and poison being poured out. I’ve been looking at the comments about the beautiful new Princess. Just how on earth do people justify putting things such as, “what an ugly baby” down? I wish they would ask themselves beforehand, “would I say this to someone?” or is it that they are incapable of normal social interactions and are just nasty little cowards, hiding behind their keyboards?

Sadly, I think, because of the way we are insular and our relationships with our keyboards and screens seem more important than human interaction (yes, and I mean the fact we are guided by every company, local authority and organisation to do it online rather than talk to someone), people are losing the ability to have boundaries and not know where to stop.

The young, the elderly and all those in between are told to refer to websites and converse, interact, pay or whatever via that. Yet the increase in the need for befriending services because people are lonely surely is a message that human contact is being cut off by the keyboard, no-one wants to talk to us, sort out our problems over a chat means the increase in isolation is making us all feel lonelier as a result.