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Reflections on Masculinity and Mental Health

When my son, Robin, was 1 and a half, he had an accident. He fell out of his pram and bumped his head. It wasn’t anything serious; he got an egg on his head and a bit of bruising. The guilt I felt in that moment however was instantaneous and significant. I don’t doubt any parent probably would have felt my exact level of guilt and their inevitable response would be to hug their child and shed some tears alongside them.