So today I thought I’d give you some context for HellOnWheels, and why I blog.
After being part of a self-advocacy group for over 8 years, it would seem as different faces come and go, I still needed to explain to people who I am and what I’m on about.
And basically, why I deserve to have opinions so it would seem.
I asked and offered a blog post to contribute to a newsletter that has been rebooted by a lovely volunteer. So, I was surprised to find my blog contribution still not being included.
I had to ask numerous times. I do have a tendency to follow up and not let things go until I get answers. I think with kids it would be considered ‘pester power!’, but I am not a child nor do I want any.
I was told after someone read one of my posts that “Oh she’s got strong opinions.”
And that was why.
So, this is my explaining why I deserve to have the opinions I have.
So, continuing on about the whole Social Media thing, I think I just created a punchline to an old joke. Hear me out. Have you heard the one about?
A tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it?
Does it make a sound?
Then I confess, I forgot the next line and then a tree falls in the forest and lands on a mine, does anyone care?
Someone throws a comment out on Social Media and nobody likes or comments. Should I kill myself?
Ok, clearly not planning to kill myself, however people really take stuff seriously on Instagram and such, they really don’t cope if people don’t or can’t respond.
It escalated fast didn’t it?
I just think people should be strong, independent and learn to stand on their own two feet. Don’t be afraid to ask for help of course, but be strong in your convictions, learn, be educated. Have your own opinion.
You can listen to other people’s opinions, but have your own first. It’s also OK to change your mind, however only after you have all the facts.
It’s weird how the littlest opinion can throw bad information into a fan to create a perfect storm. I once had a Carer complain to the office, my bed and changing it had given her a sore back.
My mum insisted on being at my house when a Team Leader and the OH & S person assessed my bed! They growled I was not to have the carers flip the mattress, which I insisted I would not even ask.
My mum keeps insisting I replace my bed. My father made it years ago, it’s mostly a sleigh bed with exception of the base being lower than the bed head. I’ve put the bed together more times single handed, than I care to remember.
And my older sister gets on-board to suggest I get a new bed. With what exactly? And then downscale all my bedding? I repeat – With What?
My older sister recently bought me a new walking stick with a really cool handle. It’s my early birthday present, but I think part of the reason she gave it to me is because my mum is of the opinion my walking stick has given me Carpel Tunnel Syndrome.
I don’t know, I wake up in the morning and I have pins and needles in my right hand. Just reminding you that my good hand, the only hand that works. I don’t take my walking stick to bed! Ergo! Case in point! Walking stick not to blame for Carpel Tunnel.