5 things

List five things you do for fun.

  • Sleep
  • Play with the dogs
  • Write
  • Watch TV
  • Listen to music

I hope you’re able to write this list.

Remember it doesn’t matter what you for fun, just that you have something that you do for fun. Whatever that is, I’ve hope you managed to do that today.

My babies.

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

Animals give a love like no other. One we don’t deserve.

They see me in a way no one else sees me.

We truly don’t deserve animals.

Image Description: Myself lay in bed smiling at my grey cat who is on my knee behind them is Imogen Labrador and next to my head is Bella my caviler King Charles

Dogs.

What is your favorite animal?

Both of my girls, make this an easy question. But then again, I also have a cat. You’ll find us all pictured below.

Image Description: Myself lay on my bed with my yellow labrador and grey cat lay on me, and my brown caviler king charles behind my head.

Either way they’re all my babies.

This isn’t much to go on.

What could you do differently?

I really like to do these writing prompts, but sometimes they’re very difficult, particularly the vague ones. This is pretty vague.

What would I do differently, if what?

I was rich?

I wasn’t disabled?

I was an alien from Mars?

If I wasn’t disabled, it is a question I try to stay away from. I guess I’d live a life with a bit more freedom. But thats all I’m prepared to say for now.

If I was rich, I’d live a life with more freedom, but wouldn’t we all?

If I was an alien from Mars, I would probably be dissected, let’s be honest.

I don’t really know how else to answer this question. But let me know if there’s a way to answer it that I’m missing.

The future, I think.

Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?

I think the future feels so out of my control, that I push myself so hard to not thinking about it, that it is all I end up thinking about it.

I know what I want out of life, but reaching it feels impossible. I feeling likes there’s nothing I can do about where I am a lot of the time. That I’m stuck.

So I’m stuck thinking about where I might one day be, hoping it is better then where I am now, but in the seemingly already determined reality that at won’t be. Well at least it’s not worse that where I am now, my imagined future.

It’s easier to live in the hope of the future than the inertia of the present.

Try listening to Inertia by AJR if you understand where I’m coming from. It’s an amazing song that explains it well.

To see me.

What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

I don’t think many people do.

I just wish people would look at me and see a person, not someone in capable of various things.

Just see me as a person who’s trying to live my life just like you.

Years of people seeing me as a disabled person, has had a bigger impact on me than I think I sometimes realise. I struggle to see myself as anything more than my disability. And I struggle with other people, having issues that are shown a lot more respect and understanding that my own issues are shown.

If people just saw me as a normal person with issues, just like everybody else. And not as consumingly, magical species of disabled person, that’s supposed to have eased living differently. I think I would do a lot better emotionally in my day-to-day life.

I’m not perfect, no one is. Things are difficult for everyone. Just because I haven’t known anything different doesn’t make this easy. You expecting it to be easy makes it more difficult. I’m trying the way everybody else is.

I’m sorry, if this post is a bit all over the place, I think I’ve got a bit emotional with it.

Am I expected to list a school you’ve likely never heard of?

What colleges have you attended?

In all honesty I don’t really like this question very much. It seems like to answer this question I would be giving away information that might give a way where I am, and I don’t want to do that. But I can and want to give a little bit of information about the two colleges I have attended.

So depending on where you are in the world, you might use the word college differently to how I do. College where I am from, refers to a school you attend between the ages of 16-18 at least, but potentially up to 25 depending on exactly what you study. While in College the intent is to gain qualifications which will enable you to go on to work, apprenticeships or further education.

For me specifically I attended college so I could get the required qualifications to go to university. I think university is what some refer to as college. I spent the 4 years after college at university, and I’m going to avoid mentioning what I’m doing with all that now, but back to college.

I attended two colleges, as I had to repeat a year, and the first college I was at wouldn’t allow me to do this. The first college I attended was reportedly one of the greatest colleges in the area. But from experience, they only cared if you were exceptionally clever or were going to fail whatever course you were doing. I was neither of these things.

While at this college, I found myself continually discriminated against by one particular teacher who was surprised not to find me on the life skills course, as this was the course they believed most of the disabled students in the college took. They looked at me, saw my disability, and used that to assume my academic intellect. Anyway while there I had to have an operation and as a result of this I fIled my second year in that college. One of the teachers didn’t believe that I was in hospital, and refused to send me work as she was instructed, she ended up getting in trouble as a result. I don’t think this was the reason I failed, but I don’t think it helped.

Anyway, I still needed the qualifications in ordered to get into university, so I had to go to another college. Now this college was a lot less favoured, it was generally believed to be the college that people went to if they didn’t get into the better colleges. They provided a much broader range of subjects to gain qualifications in, and covered a lot more of the more practical subjects. But the support they provided was so much better than the reportedly better college I had attends previously. So much so the I wished I had only gone to that college and not the ‘better one’.

So I guess the moral of this story is, just because a place has a great public opinion, doesn’t mean it’s the best place for you.

Like everything else, this is just a dream.

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

But perhaps a dream that’s a lot simpler than you might realise.

I would love a space to write, and read, that was completely accessible. That had shelves which rise and fall, so I could reach them all. A table which does the same. And a good computer set up.

Easily controllable lights, that if I was feeling a little fancy would have different multi colours. But honestly that’s about it.

It is the simpler things, relatively speaking that would make me happy.

And to be blunt it’s the accessibility more than anything.