Scary Monsters Super Creeps

In another time, long long ago this song meant everything to me: not just because I was a Bowie fan, not because I adored the freakish costumes and (at that time) state of the art video effects, but because the words meant so much at a time that was difficult and very uncertain.

I never thought that over 30 years on, they would seem so apt again.

Those of you who know me from Facebook will probably know by now that I was found 'fit for work' at my ESA assessment. I wont bore you with the details if you dont already know them but, essentially, this means that I must go and find work (for I am not entitled to any benefits from the State) or make an appeal against the decision in which case I shall be given £30 less per week than I am now until the Appeal panel make their decision. If I win I shall recieve ESA in return for jumping through various hoops that supposedly will enable me ot return to work. In any case the ESA will only last for 12 months and then that's it...no more money, no more support....I'm out of my own, on the scrapheap: a 56 (by then) year old, who has been out of work for 11 years, who has a chronic health condition (according to the GP) yet is fit to work (according to the 'medically trained' assessor at ATOS).

Those are the raw practical facts of the situation. They say nothing about the raw emotional facts of the situation.

After 38 years of living with M.E., CFS,,,call it what you like (I'm sick of the debating and arguments)...I am used to being
disbelieved,
humiliated,
spurned,
blamed,
unheard,
doubted,
ridiculed.

In the past, being a quiet  and sensitive soul (yes that's how I really am ) my reaction, in my youth, was to back-off, retreat, roll over and give in. As I got older and bolder my reaction changed to

'F*** You. Watch this !'  

However, the latter attitude requires energy...emotional and physical and that it something I lacked and lack still.

In all honesty, the last few years before I had to end work were steeped in the latter response: I was so determined to do what I wanted and needed to do (within work/career) after so many years of being held back by ill health that I moved heaven and earth .........and all the expense of my health.

I've learnt now that nothing is worth doing at the expense of my health and that my health is fragile and easily damaged by anything too demanding. So where does that leave me now ? How to respond to this latest insult, scourge of scorn and ridicule (for that's how it feels) ?

I am at a loss.

There is a huge part of me that really really wants to turn round and say

'Right, if you think I'm fit to work then I'll go back to f***ing work and work as hard as I can just to spite you. I'll go back and do all the stuff I've been wanting to do for the past 11 years whilst you have been looking down you nose at me, playing games with my health, happier to bung me my Incapacit Benefit than really try to find out what it wrong with me and help me recover'

'I'll stick two fingers up to you now that your lack of real interest in me doesn't suit you anymore: now that you want to turn the tables and blame me for being ill, and brand me a scrounger and malingerer and either throw me out with nothing or make me join a 'Work Group' so I can make cup cakes and castles out of shoe boxes' 

The other part of me knows this wont work; that I need to stay calm and see what happens.

In the meantime I feel betrayed, exhausted, sacrficed, bewildered, very angry and inept because I am facing a faceless enemy who hides behind spin, statistics, lies and self-interest.  As ever, it seems, I'm up against all the things I hate the most: bullying, deceipt, oneupmanship, competition whilst pasty-faced corrupt, ego-centris politcians and financiers snigger behind in their ivory towers.

Scary monsters, super creeps

Any port in a storm

M.E. Haiku

Fly in a glass jar
Always looking at the world
E'er at one remove

I decided not to bother with the test. As it turned out my computer went wrong and then the printer; meaning that first I couldn't receive the email with the order form and then when I could I couldn't print it off. Sometimes these things are meant to be.

In the meantime, other people had ordered, received and taken their tests and many had ordered two so that they could take one and give the other to their 'control' who was healthy. Often the results came out exactly the same e.g. the woman who is severely affected and her husband who is a mad-fit sportsman who can cycle 100 miles in a day. I thought 'I shan't bother' --- mind you that's becoming a running theme at the moment if I'm not careful: too many hills to climb.

On the bright side I've saved myself €15/£13. Also, there is still interesting research and talk about possible connections between M.E. (and other conditions) and the state of the intestinal flora. You might like to have a look at this and this if that's your bag.

I might try to get hold of the recommended probiotics and see if it helps: any port in a storm.

Where do these people come from?

Dear Reader,

You may notice that this post has no line breaks. This is not because I am a numpty but because, despite numerous attempts, Blogger is a numpty and will not put them in.....bl**dy Blogger !!!!!

As you'll see from below, We are in no mood for piddling about with Blogger today so We have posted the damned thing anyway.

My apologies if you feel that you need new eyes having scrabbled to the end of this post.

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A quick post and a fierce change of recent tone:

Someone came round today (mother of daughter's friend) and in conversation asked what I did i.e. job. I said that I no longer worked as I wasn't very well most of the time...my stock reply which tells the truth but doesn't go into the details.

Many people are either satisfied with this answer (they don't really care about my employment situation and they were just making conversation) or are too embarrassed to ask for further details in case I say I have something they can't cope with ---- like leprosy or syphilis etc. etc.

Anyroadup this lady really did want to know and asked for specific details so I told her:

'M.E.'

'That like M.S. then ?

'Well no not really.... a bit..'

'What is it then ?'

'Well, I get really tired very easily and have all sorts of aches and pains and catch infections very easily and have troubles with balance and memory and allergies and things ?'

'Like that neurone thing ?'

'Motor Neurone disease ?

'Yeah'

'No not like that either'

At this point she turned to my partner in such a way that her body language said she had shut me out completely. In the past she has always treated me as an equal (though given this incident I'm not sure that is a compliment !)

'Ah....you the carer then ?'

Partner: 'no...not exactly........'Cusp' looks after this place and the children and I go to work....'

I had been ignored and brushed aside as a 'cared for'. I could have flattened her.

As my anger was beginning to subside a friend of my son's came through the garden gate. As you may remember he has learning disabilities and this friend (K) goes to the same school.

'She his little friend then ?

'Yes'

'Goes to the same school does she'

'Yes'

'Ah....got a touch of Downs has she... ?' (this within easy hearing reach of K.)

'No she doesn't have Downs Syndrome'

'What's wrong with her then ?'

'Well I think she was born with brain damage'

'Ah....poor little thing....all the same though aren't they ...not well (in the sense of ill health)

...if I had one I've always said I'd still look after it just the same...can't help it can they..'

'Go on W. (her other child) go and say hello to her...you can watch her if you like.....'

(As if K is some kind of exhibit..........)

At this point I had to go indoors in case I picked up her lighter and set light to her as a metaphor for the fire raging within !!

Dear reader, my indignation is not because I now have a chronic illness which some would consider makes me disabled, nor is it because I have a son with various disabilities. I spent many years working with disabled people long before my son was born and long before I became ill enough to give up work. My indignation is at the ignorance and insensitivity of this woman.

Where do these people come from ?

Where have they been in the last 25 years? On Mars ?

Have they not noticed attitudes changing ?

Have they not seen or understood that we are all people who deserve respect and consideration regardless of disability, colour, age, religion etc. etc.

I am now in a very difficult situation since my daughter is very fond of her friend and she is, in fact, a very sweet and well-behaved child (so to give her her due, this wretched woman must do something right........oh Christ why do I always have to be so FAIR !!!!!).

On the other hand I'm not at all sure that I want my daughter around people with these sorts of attitudes.

Here is the thorny predicament of the parent not being able to choose the child's friends and letting them go out into the world and discover the dangers and dodgy attitudes for themselves.

I want to protect her...........................

Fear, foreboding, loathing and courage

After my last post I received an interesting post from the splendid Ana who paints the most beautiful images and also has an interest in dreams and myth.

I was thinking about the recurrent dreams of my life and, in particular the one I had as a child which, amongst other things, involved large machines. Ever since I have had a kind of fear, dread, almost phobia about large machinery. I can deal with it but I have to really steal myself to be near ships, diggers, planes, the sorts of machinery they exhibit in museums etc etc. They really unsettle me and fill me with a kind of foreboding.

A few weeks ago I was involved in quite a long discussion at Seats for Landing about the pros and cons of various, apparently miraculous cures for ME/CFS which involve retraining the way one views the possibility for recovery, action etc. This led to a discussion in my head about the extent to which fear and foreboding prevents PWME from moving on.

For my part I honesty believe that the mind and body are inextricably linked and that, whilst the symptoms of ME/CFS are biologically/physiologically/neuroligically based, there is a point at which the mind can enable one to move forward a little further. This is not always easy or possible, but there are times when I have believed, in all sincerity, that I feel too ill and too weak to do something and then, for one reason or another, have had to try and found it was possible after all.

I cannot believe that my mind alone will enable me to overcome my physical symptoms to the extent where I could once again work a 50 hour week, travelling the length and breadth of East Anglia, runnning workshops, leading training sessions, making new artwork but I am coming to a point where I think I have to challenge my own preconceptions about what is possible for me and look towards activities and challenges more positively.

I have no real conclusions to offer but just wanted to share my thoughts. When I look at other people with M.E. (or other disabled friends) who have achieved their dreams despite their condition, I look forward with hope. One such friend is the Dutch artist Corina Duyn. Another is Amanda and then there's Michael and Azirca, Signs and NMJ . They all hold fast to their creativity and hang on in.