A.N. Actor

About A.N. Actor

Sometimes someone submits a blog and requests that it be published anonymously. This is not *The* Anonymous Actor, just someone who wishes not to be identified.

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Becoming a mum straight after graduating from drama school

I loved drama school. I was a ‘mature’ student you see, and even though there were things I didn’t like about drama school, I found my bliss there after years of trying to find fulfilment in other careers. So, when the head of my course asked me what I really wanted in the future, the words that came out of my mouth shocked me, “a family” I said, “and to earn my living as an actor”. I got my wish, but the reality feels very different to the dream.

A.N. Actor

Sometimes someone submits a blog and requests that it be published anonymously. This is not *The* Anonymous Actor, just someone who wishes not to be identified.

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Unrequited Love: Why Does Acting Hate Me?

Unrequited love happened to me when I was 14 and I’d never suffered such unjust agony before. It seemed impossible that the recipient of my infatuation would barely register when I came into the room. The total indifference was made all the more torturous by alarmingly sporadic, very occasional, incredibly minor – glimmers of hope. A smile. A friendly hug. A ‘how are you?’ became the axis upon which my world could spin or stick.

A.N. Actor

Sometimes someone submits a blog and requests that it be published anonymously. This is not *The* Anonymous Actor, just someone who wishes not to be identified.

Journal, Mental Health|
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Depression and Bullying in the Arts: #timetotalk

#timetotalk

Being honest as a performer is foolhardy, and a rarity at best. I’d even go one further, and say it’s a path to career suicide. I’ve asked Jonathan to remain anonymous for that exact reason, but would nonetheless like to share my experience.

A.N. Actor

Sometimes someone submits a blog and requests that it be published anonymously. This is not *The* Anonymous Actor, just someone who wishes not to be identified.

Actor/Carer: ‘To know is synonymous with to feel’ – Anonymous (Stanislavski)

I was 9 when my mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. I found out from a friend who told me that her parents had told her – 6 months previously. I didn’t really know what it meant. My parents were still of the opinion that I was too young to be told because I was too young to be worried. They hadn’t got that bit quite right. My imagination was already on turbo power, filling out the images behind the closed bedroom door, their hushed conversations, the flowers that kept arriving at the house, the peculiar sympathetic comments from my teachers, the wheelchair brochure in the kitchen drawer. I observed my parents meticulously and obsessively; desperately hunting for clues in the tones of their voices, their eye contact, my mother’s sigh.

A.N. Actor

Sometimes someone submits a blog and requests that it be published anonymously. This is not *The* Anonymous Actor, just someone who wishes not to be identified.

Family, Journal|
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