Archive for June 2013
Wisdom of a 4 year old
Posted on: June 20, 2013
So I’m walking to work with the little one, and he sees a waste disposal collection vehicle (rubbish truck/bin lorry) and suddenly declares “bin men (waste disposal operatives) have got a very important job. If they didn’t do their job, where would our rubbish go?” Then he falls silent, quite obviously cogs are a turning in his cute little head. “Cleaners are very important too…” Yes, I agree, what other jobs are important? I ask. “Growing food is very important, prob-ly the most important job in the world. Coz without farmers we’d have no food and we’d all die!” he exclaimed.
This gets me thinking, all those people out there who have/aspire to ‘high flying’ careers, are they really necessary jobs? Well, the little one believes the most important jobs are growing food, cleaning and removing rubbish…. And I agree!
Just a little rant…
Posted on: June 20, 2013
*sigh* another ill thought out policy that doesnt take into account anyone’s individual circumstances. To file along with “Bash the disabled” “Bash the Unemployed” “Bash the Sick” generally bash the poor because they don’t matter. The sad thing is that now we have politics run by career politicians on both sides rather than by “real” people who have worked and had a life/ profession. “THE BASH EVERYONE” season is here to stay.
Still Simply Surviving
Posted on: June 19, 2013
I had thought I was getting on with life, was over it-the past-that dark and gloomy place-those hidden memories buried deep within my brain. Then *bam* here we go again, a new situation-similar to that past, another different person-not the same ‘man’….
It’s a trigger, reawakening those deeply buried memories, dragging them out and making me deal with them. I haven’t been living, I’ve simply been surviving-a harsh realisation of the past 8 years.
I have lived in fear of one ‘man’ for 13 years, avoiding places/people/situations which could possibly take me back to where I was before. I am a survivor of domestic violence. Mentally, emotionally, physically and sexually abused. I was beaten, spat at, put down continually, smothered, drowned, raped, strangled, bruised, pushed down stairs. I was told I was fat, ugly, untrustworthy-nobody would ever believe me, stupid, worthless, repulsive, would never be loved by anyone.
Please don’t ask why I ‘put up with it’ for 5 years. If you are told on a constant basis that you are nothing, and lack confidence in your own self (your own abilities and attributes), you tend to believe it.
I wrote this back in October, saved it as a draft, and I wasn’t going to post it but reading this today has reminded me of how far I’ve come. It’s important to remember and learn from the past. It’s even more important to learn how to forgive, not only those who hurt you, but yourself as well.
Dark times are always followed by brighter ones, so if you’re struggling through a rough patch, follow Dory’s advice, “just keep swimming” because you will get through it, and life will be better 🙂
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