This question sounds like complaining is a bad thing, but I don’t agree. There’s nothing wrong with complaining, I think it’s good for the soul.
Complain about the weather.
Complain about the work you have to do.
Complain about music.
Complain about your pain.
As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, you’re allowed to complain about things that need complaining about.
It can make you feel good.
It can release negative emotions.
I complain about being disabled fairly often. That seems to upset the people who for dome reason always want me to be happy.
Why do you always have to be happy?
You’re allowed to have a bad day, when you’re not disabled. But when you’re disabled, people often say you need to be more positive. Like everything they’re good days and bad days and that’s okay, that’s how you cope. Ignoring the bad days will just make them worse in the long run, when you can’t ignore them any more.
Letting the anger out with the little things, can make the big things easier to cope with.
I think it’s something that everyone talks about from time to time. Even when you know it’s never going to happen, it’s good to dream.
But I don’t even play the lottery, I don’t really have the money to waste, so I’m never going to win am I.
But let’s still give the question a go.
I used to say that I would by an accessible camper van. So I could live somewhere that was completely accessible to me, travel where I wanted, and see family. So that I could stay somewhere else without having to be uncomfortable. I even used to say that I would pay for carers to be on call 24/7 and follow me around in there own camper van.
And while this idea is nice, and maybe something I would do if I won a lot of money, I don’t think it’s where I would start if I won the lottery any more.
I would start with doing up the flat I live in now. Making it look nice and a little more lived in than it is.
I would then buy some more up to date tech. A good computer, a good phone things like that.
I would then stock up the house, get some better appliances than I currently have. I would make sure rent and bills are paid well in advance if possible so I wouldn’t need to worry about them.
Then a holiday, abroad. Somewhere hot maybe, or somewhere I’ve always wanted to go, Las Vagas, maybe. Or I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise, that would be fun. Or even just to say somewhere in a posh hotel.
I would also love to try a spa, get a new tattoo, get my hair done professionally. Those types of things. Maybe I could even get a jacuzzi in the garden with a hoist so I could use it.
Maybe then a car, and learn to drive.
What I find interesting about what I would do if I won the lottery, is I would just live a more accessible life. I would just like to explore the world a bit L, and live in little more comfort.
I don’t think that makes me different from many people. It’s just the money might be spent a little differently in order to active it.
It is likely to cost me a lot more to live a comfortably life, because of my disability. Life is more expensive when you’re disabled. Added to this is it is harder to earn money, and when it’s harder to earn money, you have less of it, which makes things altogether more expensive. And the inaccessibility of the world costs money to solve.
Life is just altogether more expensive when you’re disabled. People including the government somewhat recognise this, but no one who doesn’t live this life, truly understands the cost of disability.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
My Inaccessible Life 