I read too much online. Too many stories about the gov being arseholes. Them being dickheads to asylum seekers, or being bitches to those on Newstart or the DSP.
Them wanting to tell us we are and make us feel like second class citizens…. because we don’t have a job, because we “claim” to have a mental illness and/or disability… and so much be BLUDGERS TRYING TO RORT THE SYSTEM and screw over you, the taxpayer.
Um, haven’t I been a “taxpayer”? Haven’t I earned $77k a year and paid the associated tax so that I could support the system that I thought we had in Australia? One which knows that people need help at times. That knows that some need full time help and some others need a foot up. A foot that isn’t just cracking the whip and saying “GET A FUCKING JOB” but helping us into a place where we CAN apply for jobs. Where we CAN be the most suitable candidate. where we get OF THE DOLE, because, we mostly want to.
I do the volunteering. I have tertiary qualifications. I did really f-in good in my HSC.
I have mental health issues. Which means my references aren’t there because i tend to leave jobs at my lowest points.
Which doesn’t mean I can’t work again… it’s just hard to get that chance.
I’m doing volunteer work that channels my skills as a speechie. And today I went to a meeting about learning support for my nephew. Werid dynamics there. Sure, I’ll do CELFs on the kids at school, just get me the $1k assessment to do it with.
IT’s fun, and scary. Doing the things I’m good at, but praying to a nonexistent god that I’m gonna get it right.
I went to the Newcastle forum today for consumers and carers. I have to say, I felt a lot like the odd one out (only recently becoming a DES client, and “only” having mental health issues and not physical, sensory or intellectual difficulties), but that did mean some of the things I DID contribute were a little unique to the group. Like, why the hell would you think it was a good idea to send a girl with mega social anxiety “door knocking” for charity as a work experience gig? Or tell a rather butch chick that she had to learn to wear makeup for interviews (also a bug bear for the Blind woman in the audience – she said sure, I’ll wear nice clothes but like fuck I’ll do eyeshadow!)
It was cool that everyone got a chance to say (or sign) something. There was one woman there with CP and rather unintelligble speech, but she had another woman with her (also with CP) who helped everyone understand what she was saying (THAT was a challenging few periods for the Auslan interpreters!).
So, the NDIS is meant to be rolled out by 2019 or 2010, and the DES is to be fully reviewed by 2018 (ie all the contracts are up for renewal) and they have to find a way to get the two working together, along with employers making those so-called “reasonable adjustments”… Oh then there’s all the stuff in the pre-workforce age range that really needs to be done. Let alone transitions.
I really don’t feel like writing today, so here’s something I copied from Lifeline:
3 Steps You Can Take to Help Prevent Suicide
The biggest misconception about suicide is that you shouldn’t talk about it. In fact the reverse is true. Asking someone directly “Are you thinking about suicide?” will actually decrease their risk because it shows you care.
Don’t be afraid to do this, but make sure you ask directly and clearly.
2) Listen and stay with them
If they say ‘yes’, they are suicidal, listen to them and allow them to express how they are feeling. Don’t leave them alone. Stay with them or get someone else reliable to stay with them.
3) Get help
Get them to appropriate help. Call a crisis line like Lifeline 13 11 14 or 000 if life is in danger. If you can, get in straight away and visit a GP or psychologist. Even if the danger is not immediate they may need longer term support for the issues that led to them feeling this way.
Had a GP appointment today, to renew one of my scripts for my head-stuff.
A doctor I’d seen once before. For some reason I do better with the younger male doctors rather than any other group. I rarely feel under the microscope. Like I can talk fairly freely without feeling like I’m waiting for a hole to be poked in my story. To be told I’m overracting.
So, I go back to those ones. I have a couple of options now at the practice I go to at least.
And a script for my antipsychotics.
Gotta be good for everyone, considering I ran through much of what has happened since my last appointment in November.