From the Back of the Book:
Gullible Travels is a book about a young woman who spent ten years running around Asia getting herself into, and out of, various scrapes; married to the wrong men, and desperate to become a mother.
That woman is me.
By the time I turned thirty, I’d moved from Ireland to the UK; then to Singapore, Jakarta, India, and back to Singapore. I’d married and left two men, had a seventeen-month-old baby, and another on the way – in circumstances that were far from ideal.
My relationships were abusive, my self-esteem was in the gutter (and I couldn’t see the stars!). I struggled to believe that I had the right to exist – let alone thrive – and frequently made poor life choices. A series of flashbacks woven into the narrative – and populated by The Little Girl, The Bad Man, The Mean Woman, and The Horrible Boy – explain why.
Gullible Travels is also, therefore, a book about the long-term and far-reaching consequences of child sexual abuse. This memoir reveals how being sexually abused as a child affected me long into adulthood.
