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michael_gothardWalking along Shirlock Road, I had a chance meeting with a lady who turned out to be a friend, and former neighbour of Michael Gothard’s. I introduced myself as a fan.
She said Michael was “a really nice guy”, and that she'd had no idea, until after his death, that he’d suffered from depression.
She remembered when he and M.T. got married, though she did not think any official ceremony had taken place.
In correspondence, she said:
“As far as I remember (and please be aware that my memories are vague, and may not be accurate!) he moved in shortly after us, in 1978.
One certain memory I have is of him telling me that psychotherapy was not a science, and that made it inexact; he appeared to have little time for it.
This conversation was held next door, when he was briefly seeing my (now late) great friend, Ann Sachs.
He did always appear morose, although courteous and pleasant. He was nice to my two children … they were very young at the time.
He definitely became much happier and more communicative after he got together with M.T. She was a beautiful person in every way. We all liked her. In fact, he asked me to a sort-of post-wedding party in his house, and it was very jolly.
Then I'm afraid my memory goes blank.
I became aware that they split up, and M.T. moved away.1 Shortly after (I really don't know how long), he committed suicide. I only found out some time (weeks) later, and felt very sad. I had no idea he was so unhappy."
1 From the electoral rolls, this would seem to have been around 1990.
She said Michael was “a really nice guy”, and that she'd had no idea, until after his death, that he’d suffered from depression.
She remembered when he and M.T. got married, though she did not think any official ceremony had taken place.
In correspondence, she said:
“As far as I remember (and please be aware that my memories are vague, and may not be accurate!) he moved in shortly after us, in 1978.
One certain memory I have is of him telling me that psychotherapy was not a science, and that made it inexact; he appeared to have little time for it.
This conversation was held next door, when he was briefly seeing my (now late) great friend, Ann Sachs.
He did always appear morose, although courteous and pleasant. He was nice to my two children … they were very young at the time.
He definitely became much happier and more communicative after he got together with M.T. She was a beautiful person in every way. We all liked her. In fact, he asked me to a sort-of post-wedding party in his house, and it was very jolly.
Then I'm afraid my memory goes blank.
I became aware that they split up, and M.T. moved away.1 Shortly after (I really don't know how long), he committed suicide. I only found out some time (weeks) later, and felt very sad. I had no idea he was so unhappy."
1 From the electoral rolls, this would seem to have been around 1990.