29 August 2016

Overwhelm – the perils of living what I am writing about.

Carly Findlay looking into the distance. Wearing a hat, blue dress and floral top.

There's a funny irony in writing this. I started writing this in mid July. I called for quotes, did some research and expected to knock this out in an evening – writing from personal experience is always quick. Then I got so overwhelmed that I couldn't finish it.

I could feel the overwhelm creep up a few weeks before I became sick enough to go to hospital. My skin was constantly sore, and my head and face pounded with tooth pain. I’ve been overwhelmed because I'm an online writer, and also by seeing the abuse that’s happened to other online writers lately. I became agitated at what I perceived as snippy comments, and at people who invalidated my experiences of microaggressions (more on that in a future blog post). A few months earlier, a former friend had a public dig at me, saying I was too privileged to be severely impacted by my disability, and so I've carried the weight of that guilt around like a falsified diagnosis.

I felt like I was drowning in issues - some that people expected me to fix. Every time I logged onto social media, there would be another disability issue to address, to grieve over. Of course, I don't have to take those issues on, but there’s a certain responsibility as a disabled activist with a media platform to do so. I couldn't breathe.

And then, I did get sicker - a lot to do with the traumatic extraction of my wisdom teeth, and a little to do with the overwhelm I was feeling.

I voiced that I was feeling overwhelmed on social media. It was met with an outpouring of support (thank you). And then a loyal commenter reminded me to be grateful I have a platform to express my opinion (I am so grateful). She went on to remind me that being a change-maker is "not like we are in the trenches, or nurses in an emerg[ency] ward or nursing home, or in court fighting. Let's not take ourselves too seriously people."

Thud. I think it hit harder because I was already feeling overwhelmed.

I have so much perspective. I acknowledge my privilege and recognise that I earn a modest side-gig wage, and am working from a safe place. I'm hardly the light-hearted diary-style blogger I was five or six years ago. Of course, some of my posts are frivolous - I love fashion and I'm such a fangirl. And I must break up the serious with the light-hearted, so I try not to overwhelm readers with only disability and appearance diversity related issues.

But I take my work very seriously. I share my experiences so others don't feel so alone, and for my own benefit of course - so I don't feel so alone either. I want to ensure my opinions are informed, so I research a lot before writing. I aim to share a wide range of perspectives about disability and appearance diversity on social media - so readers aren't just hearing my voice. (Hence the amount of quotes in this post.) I also feel I have a duty of care to those I'm writing and speaking to - because some people are so desperate for medical and emotional advice, and hope.

I also live what I'm writing about. I have Ichthyosis. I have a disability. I live the discrimination and the ableism and the pain. I'm in touch with hundreds with ichthyosis and reading their stories can take its toll too.

It's not like I'm looking at or covering these issues from the outside.

I find it a little worrying that change makers can't put their hands up to say they're feeling overwhelmed. Self care is so important

When I see videos saying Mui and Hunter have a terrifying condition, when I see Jack and Evan's photos misused on Facebook, when I see hate speech below a video about little Evan, and an airline discriminating against a little girl with Ichthyosis, it hurts. When I see pictures of kids in pain in Facebook groups (well intentioned, of course), or their photos being stolen, I get so angry. I cry. I fire off emails to social media heads. I gently educate parents about the impacts of oversharing about their kids' disabilities (which is often met with anger, but sometimes understanding). I despise the way most media companies represent Ichthyosis, and so I rant. I check in with people to see how they're doing after they've faced discrimination. I recommend they see dermatologists and counsellors. I meet with families and individuals (this is a lovely thing!). I worry, keeping strangers' secrets about depression, guilt and grief, being too scared to face the world, even suicidal thoughts. And sometimes I even wish for a cure for this goddamn condition that's so misunderstood. And there's no doubt this impacts on my own health. These are my people. It hurts.

As well as stumbling across stories and photos in my social media feed, I receive calls for help by email and private message. Recently, I’ve been asked to provide advice about constipation that may be related to Ichthyosis, been asked to diagnose based on pictures of sore skin, and asked for suggestions about navigating love when your partner's family sees Ichthyosis as a curse.

I’ve received several requests to tell my story to tabloid media. And I was approached by several aid workers plus a journalist from our national broadcaster and an aid worker in Kenya, trying to reduce the stigma around Ichthyosis.

I endured some was some stalkerish, aggressive behaviour which was very scary.

I’ve also written a few articles on difficult topics - and was torn to shreds by a few people for doing so. While I don't expect agreement on everything I write about, the tone of how people disagree can sting, you know?

I'm not listing these things for you to say "what a hard life". But I want you to know the reality of what I encounter, on top of living with my condition - which has been incredibly challenging. I am living the things I write about.

Prior to my recent hospital stay, I took myself to the hospital outpatients to get some stronger antibiotics and painkillers. One of the senior dermatologists told the resident about my blog, and how it's such a big resource for dermatologists, patients and families. I told the dermatologists about some of the reader questions I've been answering lately, and they reminded me what a big thing it is, and that these questions make me reflect on my own experiences. She was so right. Perhaps what I'm experiencing is vicarious trauma.

Tara Moss wrote about vicarious trauma in her book Speaking Out. She outlined her experience of other people telling their stories once she had told hers in her part biography The Fictional Woman.

"It was a beautiful experience, if emotionally draining... I had not been fully prepared for the outpouring of support, emotion and personal stories from ordinary people."

She went on:

"I could not have imagined that from that moment on, there would be men and women telling me about the child abuse they had endured...there would be readers telling me about the relationships they had fled; and there would be women and girls telling me about the abuse they were currently experiencing in their own homes, sometimes in book signing line-ups, or on the street."

Tara wrote that she "couldn't switch off when I heard these stories as a psychologist or other professional learns to do. I did not have 'office hours' as it were. My exposure to this trauma was random and unexpected.

She also mentioned the vicarious trauma experienced as UNICEF ambassador in Syria - seeing children suffering (even being killed) in refugee camps.

"It's the little details that make you crack. In this instance, it was the reality that over a dozen small children had been electrocuted to death while walking or playing in a particular area of a camp with bad wiring."

Carly Findlay and Tara Moss

I acknowledge Tara's experiences of volunteering in Syria and my experience writing, speaking and living Ichthyosis are different. I'm not in a war zone. I haven't experienced sexual assault. But I live what I’m writing about. And people tell me their stories because I tell mine. That's such a privilege. But it comes with a cost.

The support for vicarious trauma in a professional setting is much better than that for a blogger.

I know others who are affected by being on, by living what they write about - they're from all types of diverse backgrounds. I know women who talk about domestic violence and receive rape threats. A friend survived a terrorist attack and is regularly vilified for speaking out. Another friend talks about racism, which is met with racism. The amazing young Greens member Jason Ball, who champions LGBTIQ rights was recently called a homophobic slur via the defacement of a poster during his election campaign, and responded so diplomatically. These people are I n the thick of it, too.

I asked my friend Dr Susan Carland, Muslim academic and writer, what it feels like to be in the thick of the issues she writes and speaks about. Dr Carland is on the receiving end of Islamaphobic abuse regularly – she decided to donate $1 to UNCEF for every hateful tweet she receives.

"It's hard", Dr Carland says.

"There are certainly times when I feel despondent, and things feel futile, or overwhelming, I think especially at the moment when it's not just anonymous trolls, but elected leaders and well-known media people contributing to the vitriol. I keep speaking about it because I think it needs to be discussed and also because I feel that often people who aren't Muslim are unaware of what is happening. And if people don't know what is happening, it's hard to convince them of the seriousness of the situation."

She told me what she does for self care.

"Having a break from social media, and the media in general helps when everything feels grim. Getting lots of sleep and exercise is another useful self-care tip, and spending time with the good, uplifting people in my life all helps and provides important perspective."

Carly Findlay and Dr Susan Carland

Another friend, Tarang Chawla, Ambassador for Our Watch, White Ribbon and safe steps Family Violence Response Centre, has been prominent in the media since asking a question on Q&A in July. I wondered how he’s coping, because he’s living with a sombre reminder of what he’s speaking out about every day.

Tarang’s sister Niki was murdered by her partner in her sleep on 9 January 2015. She was 23. Since her murder, Tarang has been doing advocacy and campaign work around the prevention of family violence. He tells me it’s "mostly it's an expectation of myself, than from others. I think that because it's so close to home, I find ways to do work that I think is important."

Tarang told me it can be difficult to be vocal, but his strength comes from the memory of his sister.

"Sometimes it can be really hard, but I think about my sister in life, her positive energy and that gives me strength. Behind every statistic about men's violence against women is a human story. Through my advocacy work, I've met so many brave women and children and they're inspiring people. It's the human element that always drives me. I have a platform and a voice and so I use it as much as I can to support bringing about the changes that will prevent violence."

He said he’s not so great at following advice about self care – he thinks he’s better at giving advice to others.

"Having someone to talk to is probably the most important. And becoming OK to talk about it, whatever that may be."

There's that modern-day adage of "you put yourself out there online, you should expect abuse back". I don't buy that. And the overwhelm I am writing about is not abuse. It's the expectation to be ‘on’, and the responsibility to serve the community well. I've also got a mind that doesn't switch off, with about 15 pieces of writing in draft, all quite serious topics.

Michelle Roger who blogs at Living with Bob also knows the overwhelm associated with living what we write about. She told me:

"We live it, plus we hold all the needs of those who write to us behind the scenes, those who write saying they're going to take their life and are at their wits end, That is so taxing and you can't just clock off. Plus the whole if you dare to have an opinion you get torn to shreds."

Michelle Roger and Carly Findlay

Michelle empathised with me when I voiced my overhwlem on social media.

"You never have to apologise for saying you're overwhelmed, Carly. You're a human being and entitled to express yourself including when it gets on top of you. You don't have to burn yourself out by being on all the time. Self-care is important and it's what makes it possible to keep going. Advocacy and activism is a 24/7 job and you are often holding not only your own personal issues but also the needs of the multitude who contact you behind the scenes, many in quite dire straits. You can't just clock off at 5pm. Not to mention the people who tear you apart because the latest article you wrote isn't what they wanted to hear. You do it because you love it and can't imagine not doing it, but it takes it's toll. Take care of yourself."

She also blogged about being ‘on’ - living it - last year:

"When I became ill back in 2006 the lack of awareness about any form of Dysautonomia was a huge impediment to finding a specialist and finding a diagnosis. When I tried to explain to others what was wrong, even those who I worked with in health, I was met with a lot of blank stares. With education having been a large part of my then job description, education, awareness raising and advocacy was a logical move as I became a full time patient. I have now spent years doing just that. Not only for Dysautonomia, but invisible and chronic illness and disability in general. I enjoy it and it is a passion.

But what I did not realise was that in becoming ill I was also assigned a secondary job complete with Key Performance Indicators (KPIs) and people would happily and at times aggressively, point out when I didn't meet those KPIs. It was clear I was expected to be ON at all times. And that my workload, as decreed by others, was increasing exponentially.

The problem with being ON 24/7, and I'll admit I did internalise that philosophy and often beat myself up for not meeting expectations, is that I am also a human being. A chronically ill human being."

Michelle, Tarang, Susan and Tara are all advocates of self care. It's something I need to take more seriously, and I have been since becoming so unwell. It's also been good to reflect on the work myself and others do - truly living it - and to acknowledge that it's important and has an impact on others.

When I was at university, I did an assignment on journalism and trauma. I learnt about the Dart Centre for Journalism and Trauma – it’s "dedicated to improving media coverage of trauma, conflict and tragedy." The website has some great information on self care, which could be useful for self advocates and activists of all types.

While I’m not reporting from war zones or writing about assault or murder, telling my own story and writing about wider disability issues carries its own trauma. As long as I'm living what I write about, I will take what I do seriously. And so I must take self care as seriously as I take speaking out about the discrimination, ableism and pain of living with a disability.

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This is what it feels like to be prayed for because of my disability. And it's not ok.

On a recent Friday evening, I finished work with the excitement of a weekend full of reading and cooking. I headed down to my local bookstore on the tram before going home. While I was on the tram, a woman offered me a seat. I smiled and thanked her but shook my head. I was only going a couple of stops.

That same woman followed me out of the tram, into a small shopping mall and down an escalator. As I browsed books, she tapped me on the back and whispered "I followed you here. Jesus loves you, beautiful. Jesus loves you."

This, no matter how well meaning, is not ok. Unwanted prayers are misplaced good intentions.

I thanked her and looked busy.

I could have spoken up and said its not ok. I could have refused. I could have told her strangers praying for me offends me, but this would have made a scene. I could have said I don't believe.

But I remained polite because I was shocked to be followed, and a polite response following "kind" acts like prayers is what's expected of me.

It can be hard to know what to say. I think, even if we do believe in God (or whoever), or demonstrate good values and politeness most of the time, it can also be hard to answer assertively. "No thanks" is what I can muster up but in hindsight I really want to tell them what I feel - that it makes me feel othered, lesser and pitiful. I wish I could drop my guard of politeness to say "fuck off". They've got no idea what my life is like just by seeing me in the street.

Unwanted prayers from strangers are not helpful. They imply I'm less than others, that Jesus loves me even if no one else does, and are self serving - making the pray-er feel good about themselves. They say I've committed a sin and need forgiveness. They put me (and others) on the spot because there's an expectation I'll be nice in response to their kindness.

I wonder, do people pray for disabled and chronically ill people because it makes them feel better about themselves? Because they see us as objects to be pitied? Because they can't interact with us as human beings? A friend said it's because they want to spread the word of God. I guess I can see that - I occasionally recommend a product I like to a stranger in the supermarket. But it's not the same.

After writing about this on Facebook, an acquaintance thought this encounter with a stranger was fine, saying I must have more faith, and that this isn't creepy.

I told him, until someone makes him feel lesser, like he needs praying to be healed, I would appreciate him not determining whether this behaviour is creepy or not.

He went on to say when I was young, I never turned prayers down. He said prayers helped me.

I've never wanted prayers. Not ever.

And prayers haven't helped. Medicine has helped. A great outlook has helped. Increased visibility of disability helped. A supportive network has helped.

I encouraged him to ask my parents (who he knows) how they were treated by so called religious people when I was born. How a church leader came to dinner and told my parents they didn't believe, and that's why I still had Ichthyosis. How I felt so othered at Sunday school and youth group because they used my lack of faith and my parents' colours to justify my congenital condition. How strangers in the street do pray for me and it's made me wonder why I need fixing. How, from a very early age I've never asked for prayers or pity, and have avoided religion - rather ensuring I have strong values and ethics, and a supportive community around me.

My friends with Ichthyosis tell me similar has happened to them, and it's been upsetting.

P said:

"I was recently "prayed for" for the first time. I said yes because I didn't know what else to say. It made me feel ashamed, ugly, like I needed fixing, sad, hurt, awkward, used. I will say no thank you next time. This woman implied that I was less than she was. I didn't tell anyone it happened."

C, a mum whose boys have Ichthyosis, said:

"I once had a doctors wife tell me "our family had been cursed" and thats why my boys had x-linked Ichthyosis she then gave me holy water that had belonged to a dead priest."

L told me:

"I get that too. Apparently 'I am paying for the sins of my ancestors'. Whatever."

And Tonia, who has Cerebral Palsy, has written a great series about the impact of prayers and religion throughout her life. It was a great read - and identified a lot with her experiences. Read that here.

In one post, Tonia wrote about how when she attended a religious conference, a staff member asked her to remove her wheelchair, saying "there's no place for that here", implying her chair is in the way. "The only space for wheelchairs is under the bleachers. Tonia wrote about how that rejection made her feel:

"There are no words in the English language that adequately convey what her words did to me. How they felt. How deeply they wounded. Nearly a dozen years later, the shock is still palpable. The anger that masks the hurt underneath is still quick to rise. To be so obviously dismissed, so clearly objectified and dehumanized at an event I had traveled eight hours and paid to attend made me feel like dirt on the bottom of her shoe. I felt unworthy to go inside. I felt like my disability meant I had to be hidden away, so I did not distract all the able-bodied people who traveled, who paid, who came to experience God here. I felt humiliated and ashamed."

Friends without disabilities have told me they've been the victim of unwanted, inappropriate prayers, too. The prayers have been judgments on their appearance and sexuality. How can this be kindness?

One female friend told me:

"I was 'prayed over' and told that my sins would be forgiven once in a grocery store. My 'crime'? my tattoo. so invasive."

A male friend shared:

"I once had one of those 'do-gooders' tell me that Jesus hates sick homos like me & I should be ashamed!" Sadly my knee-jerk response at the time rhymed with truck off! I would be far more measured in my response these days."

And a mother I know was taken aback when this happened:

"I was followed by one once when I was pushing my son in a pram. She wanted to make sure I was wearing a wedding ring and that I hadn't had children out of wedlock!!"

Kirstin, who also has Ichthyosis (I featured her here) has a different take on prayers. She wrote this recently, and I asked her if I could quote her. She said I could.

"Working at the movie theatre here in Tuscaloosa is for the most part very much like working at the one in Salt Lake. But, there's one key difference. I regularly have people (after reading my nametag) say things like, "Kirstin, Jesus loves you" and "I'll pray for you, Kirstin" or even my favorite "I'm going to pray that God heals you." I have even had one lady ask if she could pray with me, holding my hands through the tiny window at the box office, as she just...thanked God for how beautiful I am. For the most part, I don't mind these incidents, because it's nice to have those reminders of my Heavenly Father's love.

But.

It makes me sad that some of these people can't see that my skin isn't something that needs healed. My skin is different, sure, but it's perfect in its own way. It protects me from cuts, helps me stay safe in crowds, and always makes me look as though I spent hours on my makeup. My skin is beautiful. And Heavenly Father gave it to me for a reason. So, maybe the next time someone says they're going to pray that God heals me I'll tell them...

He already has."

While I'm not religious, I really appreciated her way of looking at prayers and how she believes God gave her Ichthyosis for a reason. And Kirstin's is an example of religion working for her.

I mentioned that I was sore on Facebook last month - before the wisdom teeth and hospital drama. Someone kindly said they're praying for me. I "liked" it, to be polite really. A reader wrote to me asking me what I think of that pray-er. I told her I'm uncomfortable with prayers, but liked it out of politeness. She made me think when she said "but by Carly liking it, others see it's ok to offer prayers". Yes, that's so true. It's only a small thing, but I clicked unlike. I don't want to be prayed for.

Please remember that we often have a lot going on with our disabilities. It can take years to build confidence within ourselves. Some of us might not even be comfortable admitting to having a disability, let alone discussing it with strangers. And so to have people approach us, even through kindness, can shake our self worth. We are just trying to get on with our day.

What can people who want to offer prayers to disabled strangers do?

  • Say hello. Always say hello before launching in to what could be perceived as an awkward conversation.
  • Don't assume that the person with a disability or visible difference is suffering.
  • Get to know the person first, before asking about a condition or offering prayers.
  • Help in tangible ways. Ask politely about our disability (after saying hello). Ask how you can help us - make a donation to charity, take the time to learn about our condition, tell others not to make a judgment about the quality of our lives.
  • Never assume someone wants to be fixed or healed, or can be cured.
  • Never assume people have the same beliefs as you. Don't force religion upon us.
  • Don't take offence if prayers are rejected.
  • If you must pray for us, do it in private, and don't mention it.

What do you do if someone prays for you? Are you comfortable with it?

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19 August 2016

Language really does matter when reporting about people living with Ichthyosis. Harper's real story.

 

This article from Stock News USA came up in my google alerts yesterday morning. You can read the full text here.

 

"Suffering from horrible harlequin Ichthyosis."

"When she was born, she looked like an alien. It was very traumatic"

"Her bizarre condition."

Those three excerpts is all I took from the article, and I am someone with Ichthyosis.

The language used in this article about a beautiful baby with Harlequin Ichthyosis is so othering, pitying, sensationalised and disempowering it's no wonder some people with the condition question their self worth, and people without the condition are shocked by it.

I was so saddened at this language to describe one of my people that I didn't take away that she is loved, that she is oh-so-cute and that she will most likely have a good life with the right medical care and emotional support.

What are readers who *aren't* affected by Ichthyosis getting from the story?

This language gives readers permission to be shocked by Ichthyosis. It perpetuates the idea that we are objects to be gazed at, that the condition is shocking and

Awareness raising through tabloid media. Stripping dignity from people with Ichthyosis every day.

I asked Harper's mum Angie and grandmother Charlotte what they thought of the news story, and what they'd like the world to know about Harper, given the reporter missed so many details about Harper's personality and beauty.

Harper who has harlequin Ichthyosis and her grandmother

Charlotte said:

"I thought the article, except for a few mistakes, was pretty true on. I wish they had elaborated more on what is Ichthyosis, what causes it and that there is NOT a cure. I want people to understand that this condition is not "contagious", that these children (and adults) can have full lives. They are not a "freak" show, they are humans with real feelings; real challenges; real needs, just like everyone else! I realize that Harper will look "different" but that "different" makes her UNIQUE. She is a beautiful, loving child who will grow up surrounded by love. She will go to school and learn just like every other child. I think that but getting the correct information out, people LEARN about the condition and the challenges. I know, for my own self, I have been forever changed because of Harper. This change is a GOOD thing! People are curious when someone looks different and that is why educating people is so darn important!"

Charlotte continued:

"I think Harper is simply adorable and when she smiles at you, it warms your heart! I walked in the house the other day to pick up the two older children to take them to the movies, and Harper was sitting in her highchair munching out on banana. She saw me, smiled and then growled at me. I growled back and she got this smile on her face and giggled. It was so cute! She just melts me!"

Harper and her mother Angie

Angie, pictured with Harper above, told me:

"Harper loves eating, her new favorite are bananas that she feeds to herself. She loves when you sing & dance with her. She is the biggest Mama's girl ever. She will be dead asleep and hear my voice and wake up and start kicking & squealing like crazy. I ❤️ it!! If she had it her way, I would just carry her all day. She's trying to talk and ends up growling. Lol. She loves playing with her sister, Sam who is 17 & brother Jaxon who is 6. She loves cuddling with her Daddy at nighttime. Harper also just learned to shake her head no, it's so cute. She brings so much joy to our family and we are so blessed by her beautiful soul."

There's a gofundme to raise money to buy Harper a Microsilk tub. Click here to donate or share.

I was disappointed to read yet another sensationalist article about a child with Ichthyosis. But I'm very glad to get to know more about little Harper through those who love her. I really do wish the media would focus on showing people with rare medical conditions in a more positive, holistic and less pitying light. We are not here for clickbait, exploitation and sensation.

Courtney Westlake wrote a brilliant piece about the gawkers that Brenna encounters this week, and I think her response to "Look at her" applies to this article about Harper too.

Just look at how beautiful she is and what a wonderful life she has ahead of her. And look at how those who love her have written about her. There's optimism and appreciation and a real sense that she's a whole person, not "horrible Harlequin Ichthyosis". Her mum and grandmother's words will make a stranger more 'comfortable' about this rare, often confronting condition than the tabloid article I've pictured above ever will.

Language really does matter when reporting about people living with Ichthyosis.

Here are some things to consider if the media asks for your story about living with Ichthyosis.

Here is People with Disability Australia's guide to reporting on disability.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

18 August 2016

My chat on the Fully Sick podcast

Late last year I met a wonderful woman called Jenny Joy, and she interviewed me for her Fully Sick podcast. The episode aired last month - apologies for not posting about it earlier.

Jenny is such a great conversationalist. I really opened up in our chat - to the point that this needs a content warning about suicidal thoughts. If you need to talk to someone, please contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 or Kids Helpline on 1800 55 1800, or the crisis line in your country.

You can listen to it here. There are lots of laughs, too - I promise. Thanks for having me, Jenny!

Jenny has chatted to some amazing people - all living with chronic illnesses and/or disabilities. Her podcast is funny, interesting, deep and useful. Give all of the episodes a listen. How great to see people with disabilities making their own media!

 


15 August 2016

Nine nice things to do for your friend whose chronic illness has exacerbated.

 

I don't know about you, but sometimes I feel that a chronic illness can be a bit overlooked by people around me. I'm not saying they don't care, but it's either no surprise or a big surprise when I get sick(er), because the chronic illness is present all the time. It's not like breaking a leg or getting diagnosed with something. Those are unexpected things, often met with a lot of shock and rallying. (And in no way am I trying to compete in the Oppression Olympics when I write this.)

Because I'm not "well" all the time, it might be a bit run of the mill for others when I get sick. But for me, it feels like the wheels have fallen off - I'm made to relinquish the life that's been going so well, for a short time at least.

I've not been well for a while now, and I've been a bit miserable. I've had time in hospital, and time at home alone recovering. It can be lonely. What has cheered me up is the thoughtfulness of friends. I don't know whether it's been because I've been more vocal about being unwell this time, or if I've surrounded myself with kinder people, or if I'm more popular (ha!), but gosh people have been lovely. So lovely, and I'm very thankful to have them in my life.

Here are some nice things to do for your friend whose chronic illness has exacerbated. I've appreciatively been on the receiving end of all of these and so I can highly recommend doing these!

Cook your friend a meal.

Sandra did this for me a few years ago and it was so lovely! She brought different courses into hospital, and I had some to take home with me. Most meals were healthy, and there were some treats in there too! Better than hospital food!

Talya from Feeling Ostomistic suggested:

"Make them a dish/meal that could take a couple of nights cooking off of their minds. You don't have to see them if you know they are wanting privacy, but can leave it on the doorstep and send a message saying "I've left something on the porch for you, when you're ready for visitors let me know"."

Tell your friend you're thinking of them.

A phonecall, text or Skype chat is often welcome. I've had people text me asking me to call them when I'm up to it - this has been nice, because it means I can call them back when I'm up to it.

Maree says

"I genuinely appreciate a card/letter- snail mail. It picks me up so much to think that someone has taken the time to write, put a stamp on and mail it. I've been blessed to have this happen when I've been struggling hard, but have been trying to keep up a good front."

A visit is also nice, if your friend is up to it - Jarrod came to visit me in hospital and it waa a nice way to break up naps.

Buy/bring your friend groceries.

Camille bought me a heap of soft foods to eat when I had my wisdom teeth out, and it was seriously a lifesaver. I had gourmet packaged soups, sweet potato, avocado and icecream! She said she chose things she enjoyed when she was unwell.

Even carrying shopping bags is a help - I've had a hard time holding things, and so if someone else carries the bags, it's a huge help.

Put together a care package.

One night, I got a lovely surprise when Clem Ford came into my hospital room with a giant bag of gifts from the Lady Star Dream Team (Clem, Karen Pickering, Catherine Deveny, Amy Gray, Pip Lincolne, Jamila Rizvi, Van Badham and Chrissie Swan!). I had mentioned to Adam that I'd like some green tea the previous night, and he smiled at me and said "someone will bring you some tea tomorrow". He sneakily coordinated her visit.

I didn't expect to receive such a bounty of gifts - 10 types of green tea, plus a beautiful cup, a dressing gown, a book, and things for when I'm better - tea towels, an apron and a candle. Oh my heart! Plus we had a lovely chat and laugh. Now I'm home, every time I look at the cup and the tea towels, I think of how lucky I am to have these lovely friends.

Love, Emma sells premade luxury care packages - I bought one for Michelle and she loved it - see below. Michelle told me she has hung the dressing gown up behind her door to look at and remember the gesture.

Lend out your TV subscription service.

My uni friend Jane gave me her login to Stan TV. It changed my life. I binge watched two seasons of UnReal in three days - what a clever, intriguing show. While I've wanted to catch up on a little writing and admin, my body says no, so TV series on my laptop or iPad it is.

I'm signing up to Stan myself now.

Ask what you can do to help.

I've had a lot of people ask me if they can get me anything - and I asked for some soft socks which a friend delivered.

I do need help doing things. I've asked Adam for help of course, and he's been wonderful. He lets me sleep, cooks dinner, brings me meals in bed. Last Saturday morning, he made me chocolate pancakes for breakfast, and served a hot chocolate in a flask because he knew a cup would be too hot for my sore hands to hold. It's the little things ❤️

Talya says:

"If they (like me) don't get out much and if they're using a wheelchair that needs pushing offer to go for a drive somewhere and go for a walk and you'll push them."

Don't try to compare or give advice.

One thing I've noticed is when I write about the pain aspects of my condition online, people give me advice.

Have a cold/hot/salt/bleach bath. Take an antihistamine. Do wet wraps. I'm doing all these already.

I've tried so many things to help me over the years. And a lot of this advice is given by people who don't have Ichthyosis. It's so hard to write about this because it's all been well intentioned, but I'd rather just well wishes than advice.

The same goes for trying to compare. Sure, empathy is welcome, but the pain I feel doesn't really equate to the pain from a gym session.

Respect your friend's boundaries.

Respecting our boundaries might be not asking too many questions about specific illness type symptoms, or it could be around not making our loads heavy with your stuff.

On the day I went to hospital, Daily Life published a very serious article I wrote the day prior. It was about the Japanese disability murders. My editor told me it was the top story on the site for two days. So many people were sharing it, tagging me in, and trying to engage me on the discussion on Twitter. It was great to see people finally talking about but I didn't feel up to talking about it while I was so unwell.

While I was in hospital, I also had people asking me to share their crowdfunding cause, read their articles, tell them my opinion on a disability issue, and received a callous email from a parent of two disabled adults. No.

Social media is my lifeline when I'm unwell. I didn't want to stop talking to people, I just didn't want to get into heated debates about the worth of disabled people's lives. So I called for that. People respected it. They sent me funny pictures. My editor even removed my Twitter handle from the article. And I was so grateful.

I'm still not taking on any writing and activism stuff until I feel up to it.

Empathise that this really sucks.

I am lucky enough to know a few others with chronic illnesses and disabilities. Without burdening them, I've been able to rant about the pain or the delay in my essential creams coming from the hospital pharmacy, or the damaging perception of the "healthy disabled" (when, for me, that's not the case at all).

And when I've not been as unwell as now, I've been there to listen to their rants too.

Surprisingly, a text from a friend saying "this really sucks" is as comforting as "get well soon". Acknowledging our reality is nice.

Pip Lincolne also wrote a great piece suggesting things to say to someone who isn't having such a great time.

Have you got any tips to make a difference to a friend with a chronic illness?

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05 August 2016

DonateLife Week - End the wait. Stories from people whose lives have been changed by organ donation.

This week (31 July - 7 August) is DonateLifeWeek. I apologise for the late timing of this post - I've been in hospital since Tuesday. But my wonderful friends, whose lives have been changed by a transplant, have provided their stories, which has made writing this from my hospital bed really easy.

DonateLife Week provides a great opportunity to make time to join the Australian Organ Donor Register. Currently, just eight per cent of 18-24 year olds have registered their donation decision.

69 per cent of Australians said they were willing to become organ and tissue donors, yet only 33 per cent of adults had joined the national register.

Increasing rates of organ donation enabled a record 707 Australians to receive life saving transplants in the first six months of this year. A new annual record was also set in 2015, of 1,241 organ recipients.

Currently around 1,500 Australians are waiting for a life saving transplant, with a further 12,000 people on dialysis waiting for a new kidney.

What are you waiting for? Sign up to be an organ and tissue donor at donatelife.gov.au. Talk to your loved ones about your decision to donate your organs and tissue.

I asked my friends what it's meant since their wait for an organ transplant has ended. Here are their stories - reading them confirms the value of being an organ donor.

Camille

"Ending the wait for a transplant means that I’m still ALIVE! I’m so grateful that I’ve been given a second chance to live again, and I’m determined not to waste any single minute.

My new lungs have literally given me my life back. I’m back at work full time in a career that I love. I volunteer for the Heart and Lung Transplant Trust (Victoria) Inc so that I can make a difference in the lives of people who are on the waiting list, or have just had a heart or lung transplant.

There are so many things that I couldn’t do beforehand that I can now - I can play with my nephews, walk my dog, climb stairs, go shopping, visit galleries and exhibitions, socialise with my friends.

One of the funniest things that people have noticed post transplant, is how much I can talk. When I couldn’t breathe, I spent a lot of time listening and not joining in on the conversation, as it was more important to be able to breathe than talk…. But now you can’t shut me up

Which is a perfect segue to remind everyone to #havethechat about organ and tissue donation, and sign up online. You could save a life one day."

(Camille was my bridesmaid earlier this year. I am so grateful for everything she did to make the wedding and hens day beautiful. Her generous donor and her family has given Camille so much energy. Here she is being my skirt fluffer, in between being a wedding social media manager!)

Rebecca

 

"Ending the wait for a transplant has meant I can now do things I never thought possible. The first thing I told the doctors and nurses that I was most looking forward to was being able to walk my dogs. Now that I can, I feel happy and I know my dogs do too.

Also I never thought I'd hop on a bike again amd after 10 years of not being able to, I got on one. Then decoded to do 2 Tour de Transplant Fundraising rides (2014 and 2016) and cycling in the Australian Transplant Games (2014)... Wow!

Life has been amazing since transplant amd I'm so happy to be sharing my second chance at life with my fiance, David."

(Bec and I bonded over a giant dessert pizza!)

Belinda

Belinda's husband Mark received a transplant last year. You can read her story on ABC Open.

"From Mark's perspective, ending the wait for transplant meant he could start thinking about life all the time instead of death. It's given him the chance to spend time with us, his family and start thinking about the future in blocks bigger than 24 hours. Living with an artificial heart for three years means he is still profoundly grateful for things like being able to roll over in bed (the VAD had to be plugged in to mains power at night so he was a bit trapped with the cords), be able to shower without spending 10 minutes taping up his abdomen and balancing the VAD (couldn't get the machinery wet or it stops working!).

Ending the wait means he doesn't have to make hard decisions about how to spend the limited amount of energy he had. Now he can go to footy games, volunteer at our son's footy club, and just be a 'normal' person. It's been incredible as a family to be able to travel further than two hours away (hearts need to be transplanted within four hours) and to do things where we can all get wet! Water slides, running through sprinklers, water pistols, water balloons, getting caught in the rain, watching the boys at swimming events, walking on the beach - so many little freedoms which aren't a big deal until you can't do them.

A transplant has been the impossible dream! Mark nine months post-transplant ticking off a bunch of things that would have been impossible while waiting for transplant. Travelled by plane! Travelled to the other side of the country (Qld)! Walked more than 10km's per day! Walked on beaches, went on water slides, spent whole days out with the family! Went on boat cruises! Went on crazy, silly, dangerous rides with our crazy, silly, dangerous children! All only possible due to a wonderful, generous donor family. And that is probably enough about us."

Carly Jay


"The most life changing aspect of ending the wait for me was beginning a new life from where there was so much decay. Nearly eighteen years later, I still find it hard to believe I'm still alive. I never planned to live for this long, really. My most 'frivolous'? Sex. Being able to have great, breathtaking sex, although it was never frivolous for me. The most rewarding thing is helping others in a similar situation now in my role as a spiritual carer. I love helping heathens like me."

To join the organ donation register, visit DonateLife.gov.au, and have the chat with your loved ones about your decision.

 

 

01 August 2016

This is what my disability looks like.

 

A bit over a week ago someone who has ichthyosis asked me why I classify myself as disabled, because they don't. They said to me:

"I actually think that this may come across as offensive to some who are who unable to accomplish certain abilities that the average person has no trouble with such as walking for example.... I would like to delve deeper into what you feel nethertons actually disables you from doing?"

(It was a public comment so I have no qualms in reposting. But I don't want there to be a pile on of comments in response to that person, I just want to show how I feel.)

I am well aware that there are people with milder and more severe forms of ichthyosis than I have. But at times - and for a long time lately - my ichthyosis has caused me to be sorer, more isolated and more unable than usual.

This past weekend has been a disappointing one. I booked a trip away with Adam, as a relaxing break from our busy lives. I had booked it prior to having my wisdom teeth out, so could not predict the state of my skin then. I have not been able to be active - most of the time away has been spent in bed, sleeping or reading. I've been wearing pyjamas a lot. I can't hold Adam's hand because my hand hurts too much. There was skin everywhere - in the bed, in the bath, on surfaces I haven't even touched. I brushed it off where I can.

I can feel my heartbeat in my legs. It pounds. They're weepy, scaly and probably mildly infected. I can't maneuver them properly - every step is a challenge - especially over the bath and down stairs. Putting on socks and stockings is hard, and Adam had to help me put my dress on because my hands and wrists hurt from the fabric.

I've been asking Adam to open and pour me water because I can't grip the bottle, and he's been bringing me things to bed so I don't have to get up.

I told Adam I'm scared, this is the sorest I've been in a long time. I told him I'm sorry. He hugged me for a long time.

My skin has suffered a shock from the wisdom teeth extraction. It often does after medical treatment, stress and even excitement. It's so very sore, and honestly, if I could take a cure pill for the pain aspects of the condition right now, I would.

There's the stares and comments too - not so much during this weekend because I'm hibernating, but they're constant and similar to what my more visibly disabled friends encounter.

I've not always identified with having a disability - it has only been in recent years. The word was a slur, I wasn't disabled like them, I'm ashamed to admit to my previous internalised ableism.

But through meeting and working with others with disabilities and chronic illnesses, I saw I have more in common than I thought. And since identifying as having a disability, I've developed a bigger perspective. A sense of pride. Researched disability politics and history. I belong to an amazing online and offline community. It's brought me many opportunities in writing, speaking, running events, awards and being asked for an opinion by the media. And I'm not as reluctant to ask for help when I need.

I carry a lot of guilt - especially around getting the rest and treatment I need instead of going to work (I feel I'll be letting everyone down if I don't go). I feel guilty for spending time in bed when I look like I could be up and about. I worry I'm not doing enough for Adam. And comments like this one also make me feel guilty - guilty for not being disabled enough, questioned in my own community.

It doesn't matter if I identify as having a disability and others with the same condition don't. I don't have a parking permit or get the disability support pension. I work full time and then some. I don't use a wheelchair. I am not neurodiverse. And I don't resent or question those who do get these things (they're definitely not privileges nor things to be ashamed about). But the very questioning of my identity as a disabled person is damaging. I wasn't going to explain it, but now I have.

Disability is complex. It doesn't look typical. And it's often the physical and attudinal barriers that are more disabling than the diagnosis.

(The comment was in response to this post. You can read the full comment here.

I also wrote this piece about embracing labels last year - it might help you understand disability identity more.)

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28 July 2016

The silence around the Sagamihara disability murders.

This post contains graphic descriptions of violence, ableism, eugenics and murder. If you need to talk to someone, contact LifeLine on 13 11 14 or Kids Helpline on 1800 55 1800 in Australia, or the crisis lines in your country.

This picture remembers the disabled people who were murdered in an act of terror and hate against disabled people in Japan.

Image description - a Japanese flag shedding one red tear drop. The universal symbol for disability is in the middle of the flag. The text reads 'Mourning those killed at Tsuki Yamayuri En. End hate against disabled people'. The black triangle logo, an upturned white triangle on a black background, is beside the text.

(Feel free to use this image and text for your social media profile picture.)

In the early hours of Tuesday morning, a former employee of a disability care home in Sagamihara, Japan, broke into the facility and restrained then stabbed its residents. 19 people were killed, and 45 people were injured. The disability support workers were handcuffed while this happened, and escaped uninjured.

After the slaughter, the killer tweeted:

"I hope for world peace. Beautiful Japan!!!!!!"

This man then handed himself into the police. The Guardian reported:

"I did it," he was quoted as telling police officers at around 3am. "It is better that disabled people disappear," he was said to have added."

He grinned for the cameras. No remorse.

The man told friends he believed taking care of disabled people was a waste of money. How did he treat those in his "care" when he worked there?

A new Japanese friend I made on Twitter through tweeting about the tragedy shared a brave tweet, showing some people share the sentiments of the killer.

The Japanese government knew about it and they should have done more to prevent it. Would they have taken more notice if this man followed a certain religion or looked a certain way, or had a different demeanour to the way his neighbours described him? Or did the government conspire with him?

My heart breaks. I'm so sad for these people - how frightened they must have been. My deepest sympathies go to their loved ones. I worry about the way disabled people are treated all around the world.

The biggest thing that's been on my mind this week is the silence about this story.

The discussion about the murder of 19 disabled people in Japan is an echo chamber - mostly among other disabled people.

While the media is relatively quiet about this, it saddens me more that not many of you are not talking about it either. You're not upset like Orlando or Niece or Paris, Istanbul, Kabul, Baghdad and so on. (I've thanked every non disabled friend for sharing the news.)

You know, I have compassion fatigue too. The tragedies year has been too much to bear. Every day we wake up to news that makes us cry. Stop the world, I want to get off.

But this time, there is no hashtag. No public outcry. Not even prayers. When I posted about it on Facebook, people have told me they didn't know about it.

In this age of algorithmic curation, It's no wonder this isn't in your newsfeed - because no one is talking about it. Very few people are talking about the massacre of 19 disabled people. Very few people are talking about 45 people who were injured by a knife attack - how scared they must have been, wondering if they'd live, witness to the violent death of their housemates.

The idea that the lives of disabled people are worthless is not a new one. Most of my friends with disabilities have been told we should kill ourselves at some point of my life. I've been told this on a date. Others are told this by strangers. Disabled people are scared.

Forbes wrote "this is what disability erasure looks like".

The killer wrote a letter to the Japanese government in February this year, outlining his intent to kill. He was hospitalised involuntarily for two weeks, and released without charge. And then he killed 19 and injured 45. I will post his letter below.

Yet the Japan Times claimed the killer's motive would be difficult to determine.

It seems pretty clear to me. He wrote:

"I believe there is still no answer about the way of life for individuals with multiple disabilities. The disabled can only create misery. I think now is the time to carry out a revolution and to make the inevitable but tough decision for the sake of all mankind. Let Japan take the first big step."

These residents' lives were not valued from the time the government received the letter and did not act.

When I and others wrote about Me Before You - that the premise was disabled people are better off dead, we were shut down, told the movie is only fictional. A man believed disabled people are better off dead and acted on it this week. 19 people are dead in an act of terror - a hate crime - and no one is talking about it. No one is calling it a terrorist attack or a hate crime either. Is it because disabled lives aren't worth as much?

This is Japan's biggest mass killing. It rivals the number of those killed in recent attacks.

And still, no one is talking about it. We only know the killer's name, his evil, remorseless smile and his horrific intent. I want to know more about the disabled people killed and injured in Sagamihara than the killer. I hope the government and media honours them. I don't think they will. (This piece is a good indication why.) And as reported today, where will the survivors even live now?

The silence is deafening. These are my people who were murdered and injured in Japan . They were hated and they were hunted because they were disabled. And I wonder when more non-disabled people will talk about it. Anyone could become disabled or have a child born with a disability, and anyone could be born in a country that doesn't care for its disabled.

To the disabled people around the world: you matter, I love you, the world needs you, you are valuable. This tragedy and media is tough, seek support if you need.

Here are some pieces of writing that articulate the tragedy much better than me.

Annie Segarra

Annora

Alice Wong

Andrew Pulrang

Autistic Hoya

Bill Peace

Cat Sierra

Dave Hingsberger

David Perry

Emily Willingham

Global Comment

Heike Fabig

Indigo Jo

Japanese Disabled People's Group

Nicole Mackey

Pretty Chronic

Roundhouse Radio

Suzanne Kamata

Tessa Prebble

The Guardian

There's also a statement from the Japanese Government.

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Here is the killer's Satoshi Uematsu's chilling letter, sourced from The Daily Mail. It contains graphic descriptions of violence, eugenics, ableism and murder. If you need to talk to someone, contact LifeLine on 13 11 14 or Kids Helpline on 1800 55 1800 in Australia, or the crisis lines in your country.

As Bill Peace described it, "the letter is chilling. Ableism in its most deadly form."

"Dear Lower House Speaker Tadamori Oshima,

Thank you very much for reading this letter. I can wipe out a total of 470 disabled individuals.

I am fully aware that my remark is eccentric. However, thinking about the tired faces of guardians, the dull eyes of caregivers working at the facility, I am not able to contain myself, and so I decided to take action today for the sake of Japan and the world.

My reasoning is that I may be able to revitalize the world economy and I thought it may be possible to prevent World War III.

I envision a world where a person with multiple disabilities can be euthanized, with an agreement from the guardians, when it is difficult for the person to carry out household and social activities.

I believe there is still no answer about the way of life for individuals with multiple disabilities. The disabled can only create misery. I think now is the time to carry out a revolution and to make the inevitable but tough decision for the sake of all mankind. Let Japan take the first big step.

Would Mr. Tadamori Oshima, who bears the world, use his power to make the world proceed in a better direction? I sincerely hope you would deliver this message to Mr. Shinzo Abe. This is the answer I reached after serious thinking about what I can do for humankind.

Dear Lower House Speaker Tadamori Oshima, would you lend your power for the sake of dear Japan and all humankind?

Please give this full consideration. Satoshi Uematsu

The Plot: It will be carried out during the night shift, when staffing is low. The target will be two facilities where many multiply disabled people reside.

Staff on guard will be strapped with cable so they can't move and can't make contact with anyone outside. The act will be carried out speedily, and definitely without harming the staff. After wiping out the 260 people in two facilities, I will turn myself in.

In carrying out the act, I have several requests. After my arrest, my incarceration should be up to two years, and please let me lead a free life afterward. Innocence on grounds of insanity. A new name (Takashi Iguro), government registration and documents such as a driver's license needed for everyday life.

A disguise for regular society through plastic surgery. Financial aid of 500 million yen ($5 million). I would like these conditions to be promised.

If you can make your decision, I will carry it out at any time. Please consider this fully for the sake of Japan and world peace.

I hope with all my heart that this can be discussed with Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, although I am sorry to trouble him in an unimaginably busy schedule.

Satoshi Uematsu"

 

 

22 July 2016

Out of office.

Hello! I've just had my wisdom teeth out suddenly and I'm not able to do much other than cocoon under the doona, mope and eat soft food. I've got about 15 pieces of writing in draft form but don't want to push myself until I'm well.

I'll be on the socials - Facebook, Instagram and Twitter if you want to follow along with my swollen face and adventures in perfecting mashed potatoes.

Until I write next, take care.

 

19 July 2016

This is how it feels when you say “I don't see your disability”.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you think disability is below me.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you don’t think I’m disabled like "them".

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you’re not comfortable with disability.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", and you’re trying to focus on all my other traits, that’s ok, but please don’t forget it’s as much as part of me as my brown hair, sense of humour, sexuality, and my passion for food.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you don't realise your good intentions can still be harmful.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you often use disabled slurs and think it's ok to do this.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you don't see that you and I have different experiences of disability.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", I see your perceptions are shaped by inspiration porn and negative stereotypes. 

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you forget I have specifc needs to ensure I'm comfortable.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", I feel you're in denial.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you believe disability is a tragedy.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", my type of disability doesn’t fit into your narrow box.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you regard disability as a slur.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", it is silencing.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you don't acknowledge the richness of disability culture.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you don’t see that I am unapologetically proud of my disablity.

When you say "I don’t see your disability" and avoid describing my face as red, you think I'm not comfortable with the reality of my appearance.

When you put "disability" in speech marks, or make air quotes when referring to mine, you are silently adding "so called" to it.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you have an attitude similar to colour blindness. Just like colour blindness is racist, not seeing disability is ableist.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you are diminishing my experiences of pride, community, pain and discrimination.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you don’t see the whole me.

When you say "I don’t see your disability", you erase my identity.

I don’t want you to use euphemisms when referring to disability. Say the word.

I don’t want you to stare, point, ridicule and ask questions before you've said hello, but I don’t mind if you talk about my disability politely after you've gotten to know me.

I want you to see my disability as a part of me.

Because, when you say "I don’t see your disability", you invalidate who I am. 

I asked this question on Twitter, and here are some responses.

(Image description: red, curly-haired woman wearing all black, sitting at a table, looking into the mirror.)

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15 July 2016

Thank you for 'buying me drinks'.


A month and a half ago, I set up a donate button through Paypal so readers can 'buy me a drink' if you have enjoyed my writing and/or if it's helped you in some way.

When I posted about it on the blog and social media, I didn't know how it would be received. Would people take it seriously?! Well, it's been received so positively! And people have bought me drinks! Thank you! I'm genuinely so appreciative that this little spot on the Internet does make a difference to many.

Last night I paid someone to do something for this blog - it's time it grew up and got a makeover. So your money has gone to that. I've got some ideas for a new theme. And soon I will set up a Patreon Account - I am sorry I haven't done so already. There's lots to do but the weeks fly by and the the weekends aren't long enough - so stay tuned for a different look and way to support me.

I haven't been in such a great place recently. It's nothing to be alarmed about - I'm just reevaluating what makes me happy. The stark contrast between the different types of work I do has taken its toll. I've found myself in tears on occasion, and this week I had to be alone for an hour - albeit in a fancy restaurant. My health is definitely suffering.

Music's been helping of course. This song particularly resonates - my "reason I get out of bed" is my writing, speaking, helping people.



So it's time to get planning the ways I can make my talents and passions really work for me. There's a long list of things I'm about to write about, I'm doing work for a social media client, and I got plans to collaborate with awesome people.

Thank you for believing in me. Cheers.



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11 July 2016

On the weight of expectations.

 

I'm not going to get it right all the time.

Even though I'm an activist.

Even though I'm an advocate.

Even though I have a disability.

 

I won't live up to your expectations.

They're sometimes lofty.

There's a standard for me, yet a standard for others.

 

I will fail you.

But the weight of my own failure in my eyes is thousandfold.

I overthink and aim to please, always.

 

I won't be polite.

I'll swear.

And get angry.

I'm not going to respond to every injustice with dignity.

Because I'm tired.

 

I'll sometimes contradict my values and what I've written previously.

You can Google, and catch me out.

But I'll keep trying my best.

 

I am human.

Just like them,

Human, just like everyone else.

As you keep telling me.

 

I'll make mistakes.

And I'll apologise when I've hurt people.

But I'll make mistakes.

Just like you.

 

 

08 July 2016

8 of the coolest podcasts right now.

                                

Firstly, big apologies for the shonky layout of this post. My blogging app on the iPad has crashed (and burned) and then it was huge work editing on the mac. Sorry. Editing is the worst.
Last week I brought you six excellent podcasts about chronic illness, disability and mental health. I hope you enjoyed them! Some of you have told me you’ve started to listen to them! Yay!
Because I honestly can’t get enough of podcasts, here are some more that I am listening to and loving. There are so many cool podcasts being released, and not enough hours in the day to listen. But podcasts are my new reading material, right, and I feel like I’m efficiently learning so much more than I would through old-fashioned reading. And I'm getting to know new people too! Are you the same
Note to Self - hosted by Manoush Zomorodi
Note to Self is a tech podcast, but it’s about how we use technology rather than the technology itself. The episodes are fairly short, and they’re super interesting. I think the host, Manoush Zomorodi, is so cool – massive girl crush on her!
I especially enjoyed the episodes about how to shake up your echo chamber, how your smartphone is eavesdropping on you and the videos that no one is watching (the Lonely Web). There was a really interesting/shocking one about how Google images made a terrible racial slur – mistakenly identifying a black woman as a gorilla. It talked through the problems with artificial intelligence. 
There are some great challenges about simplifying your life from information overload, and digital decluttering too, if that’s your thing.
How to Be a Girl – hosted by Marlo Mack and her seven year old daughter
How to Be a Girl is the most compelling podcast I’ve ever heard. There have been times I was so blown away by what was said, I cried, or stopped what I was doing to take it all in. 
It’s only a short series (and I really hope there will be more episodes), but each episode is engaging, interesting and informative. 
It follows the true, current story of Marlo Mack and her seven year old transgender daughter. I’ve learnt an incredible amount – about laws, discrimination and most importantly, how a very young person realises their identity.
The podcast series opens with Marlo talking about when her three year old child told her he was a girl. “He looked me in the eyes and told me something had gone wrong in my tummy, that made me come out as a boy, not as a girl”, Marlo reflected in the first episode. Each episode talks about both Marlo and her daughter’s experience – from finding love, friendships and being an ally, to how to know when and who to disclose to. Her daughter met Orange is the New Black actress Laverne Cox last year, and the episode covering the meet was so beautiful.
You know I’m not one for parents oversharing about their kids online, but this podcast is done in such a collaborative, inclusive and consenting way between mother and child that I only wish parents of disabled children could follow Marlo Mack’s way. Marlo’s daughter is as much a contributor to the podcast as Marlo. She’s so mature. And gosh they are beautiful story tellers. And her image is never used in a compromising way
After a three month hiatus, Marlo released another episode last week – it was the most moving yet. She and her daughter talk about the bathroom bill in some states America, and also a little about how private her daughter is. It told the sad story of discrimination, but also of empowerment. Just listen.
Gastropod – hosted by Cynthia Graber and Nicola Twilley

I came across Gastropod because Pip Lincolne recommended it. She always recommends things I like, so I gave it a listen.
It’s another food journalism podcast – quite in-depth and really interesting. It’s about food, but the history and science behind it. There have been episodes about American breakfasts, the history of cherry tomatoes, cheese (my favourite food!) and first foods, to name a few. I really like that this isn’t solely about cooking – it’s nice to hear.
The episode about the whale poo vomit (ambergris) was so intriguing. Gosh I want to try the stuff – apparently it’s like an exotic vanilla.
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Ctrl Alt Delete – hosted by Emma Gannon


I adore this podcast. As much as I listen to podcasts to learn new things, I also listen to them for relevance. And I think Ctrl Alt Delete is one of the most relevant ones I’ve come across. It’s all about writing, blogging and social media careers.
Emma has had some AMAZING high profile guests including Liz Gilbert, Zoe Sugg, Cheryl Strayed, and Jessica Valenti. The most recent episode I’ve listened to was with blogger Olivia Purvis, who spoke so eloquently about being aware of the curated life she leads as a blogger, as well as how to manage jealousy and bitterness when you see other bloggers enjoying success. “She’s worked hard for that, maybe I should give it a go”, Olivia encouraged.
When I listen to Emma and her guests discuss blogging, online writing and social media with such enthusiasm and legitimacy, I’m reminded that I can do this too. The podcast reminds me that my side project is valid and fulfilling. It is SO good, so affirming.
Emma writes a blog called Girl Lost in the City and is releasing her first book in July.
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Good Evans it’s a Bobcast – hosted by Kevin Mitchell/Bob Evans
Yay! My favourite singer has a podcast!
Kevin Mitchell (whose musical alter ego is Bob Evans – and he sang at my wedding!) launched his podcast just before the release of his fifth album Car Boot Sale – it’s a lovely album by the way!
There are four podcast episodes out so far – Kevin chats with mates (a music producer, sportsman, a musician slash radio presenter and a comedians slash radio presenter) about their favourite music. He also delves into politics. There was a really great, respectful discussion in the first episode about explaining the context of the N word in music to a young child), and the reclamation of the word for people of colour only. There have only been male guests – I do hope to hear him chatting to a female soon!
It’s funny, friendly and great to hear what makes Kevin and his guests tick. He’s such a nice guy, and this podcast really shows what an intelligent, articulate thinker he is. The fourth episode’s introduction really showed how comfortable he is as an ad-lib speaker, and all episodes demonstrate great interview skills – he’s a great listener.
I really love the accessibility that the internet affords. Through social media, podcasts and blogs, fans can interact with their favourite actors and musicians, and get to know them beyond the tabloid media. That’s what I like about Kevin being on engaging on Twitter and having a podcast.
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Modern Love – hosted by Meghna Chakrabarti

Modern Love is a New York Times column exploring love. In January this year, the Modern Love podcast was launched, with actor narrators bringing the written essays to life. After each essay is read, Meghna Chakrabarti chats to the writer about their life since the writing the essay.


It’s stories about all types of love – romantic, parental, prison, adoptive, sibling. There are quite a few episodes about the love for people with disabilities and illnesses – including one between a disabled man and his carer read by Colin Firth, and another about a woman who adopted a baby in China who was born with a disability.

My favourite episode has been "The Doorman", about a friendship between a young single mother and her doorman. It is really beautiful. 
Sex, Death Sex and Money - hosted by Anna Sale


The Death, Sex and Money podcast is chock full of great stories about three inevitable things in life. Each episode is about half an hour, wrapping up a complete story within. 
The episode which drew me in was the one titled “Dead people don’t have any secrets” – where a recently widowed woman discovers her dead husband’s secret life. The funeral director episode was pretty great too – it was interesting to hear about the burnout experienced. And I loved Danielle Brooks’ episode – she’s Taystee on Orange is the New Black – such a talented woman! Most recently, I listened to Tituss Burgess from The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt who spoke about his fraught relationship with his mother - she hasn't come to terms with his sexuality.
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The Sporkful – hosted by Dan Pashman

The Sporkful is a quirky food podcast. As well as being funny, it’s informative – with some great episodes about Ramadan, the history of the Coney Island hotdog and burgers of the future. There are also interviews with everyday foodies and comedian foodies like Weird Al Yankovic and Maria Bamford. 
The episode that drew me in was the Serial Parody (I never liked the Serial podcast so I enjoyed this one much more!), investigating the theft of an office lunch.
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If these aren't enough podcasts for you, check out my previous podcast posts here and here.
How to listen to podcasts:
Some podcasts can be downloaded (saved and/or streamed) from program websites. 
You can also download podcasts through apps on your computer, tablet or phone. I listen to mine on my iPad and iPhone. You can download through iTunes (this is how I listen to them) or other apps such as Stitcher. A list of 10 great podcasting apps for many operating systems can be found at Tom's Guide.
I listen to podcasts on iTunes, and have linked to the iTunes podcast stream for each podcast here. But I've also included the websites for all of the podcasts in this blog, so click on the links for more listening options. 
Tell me about the cool podcasts you've stumbled across. Go on, there's always room in my week for a new one! 

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