Amy C, Museum Education Professional, WRITER , ACTIVIST, QUEER.
A portfolio and online journal by Amy C, Museum Education Professional. Sharing original poetry, articles, artwork, and reflections on museum education, social justice, and personal values including feminism, LGBT+ rights, anti-racism, and equality. With over three years in learning and engagement roles, I contribute to Birmingham Museums Trust by fostering meaningful, inclusive experiences that celebrate diverse histories. My expertise lies in audience development, team management, and delivering creative programs that inspire a love of learning, particularly in the domains of feminism and the ancient world. At Birmingham Museums Trust, I led the development of impactful events such as the annual 'International Women and Girls in Science Day,' emphasizing collaboration and community engagement. My mission is to create accessible opportunities for learning while empowering teams and contributing to organizational growth.
Category: Trauma
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2019. 2020. And again, in 2022. Three times. You count again. You use your fingers to count. One. Two. Three. It happened to you three times. Fool me once, fool me twice… Fooled thrice? Surely you’re the problem, the common denominator. You don’t know what to do with this. If you’ll ever be able to…
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You stare down at your phone. Maybe if you turn your phone off, something you haven’t done in years, the need to reply, ‘It’s okay.’ To forgive, oestensibly, but never forget, what they did will go away. You would rather not, engage in yet another conversation about, why they don’t want you anymore, about how…
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Honestly, is barely eating, sleeping a ton, getting burnout/overwhelmed easily, Not socialising, Not exercising, Coping? The question hangs in the air. The reality is troubling. The answer is obvious. You ignore it, of course. You want to be better. You are still not sure if you even deserve better. Or, what better is. You are…
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You’re 15. Sat on an uncomfortable, ugly, blue, plastic chair. In a circle. Facing your peers. You’re all exhausted. It is raining outside. It is November. It’s PSHE. You’re learning about rape. You listen to the definition. You suddenly feel violently nauseous. The room spins. And his face flashes across your eyes. You blink. Rub…
