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Ramblings about my family and the importance that I place on my atheism may tempt some readers to rather scroll through this. I still maintain and appreciate much more than I can convey that everyone's compassion and love is of course very worthy of recognition however it is made manifest. I only wish mine was accepted of itself, and don't wish to offend anyone by raising the issue at all. I have also included the subject of sexual expression amongst some crips. This inclusion is because I found it sadly telling to hear people who are at first so sure that they're keeping emotions separate, then go on to speak in a way that I never would if I was still attempting to retain such distinction between head and heart. The section is essentially in two parts now [last modified in May 2010 out of embarrassment with it's poor readability], and hopefully finishes off as accounting for when my writing gets fairly value-laden.
>>>>>>>>>>THE ADJACENT COLUMN HAS MORE CONCENTRATED FOCUS ON A SUBJECT, THIS COLUMN IS PRETTY MUCH FOR A QUICK READ>>>>>>>>>>
I think the tiresome stuff of this first column is for when I've felt trapped, and have felt that the context under which others assumed I could be sufficiently understood, was just entirely wrong. It took a while to grow out of worrying over the misgivings that would hurt as a child, and I s'pose I developed thoughts on how I was going to articulate the crux of what mattered for me, meanwhile.
To some, this whole page may seem too personal. The privacy comes in my life from first not allowing myself to become confused by whatever it is others have seemed so sure of seeing in settings where usually an individual could more reliably mitigate with grace and subtlety what happens next...!
Pumping irony
Not trying to be any type of representative or rolemodel has actually freed me up, allowed me to do more with my own circumstances, and just incidentally, seems a better and more natural way to actually listen to what really does apply to me. Thus, I feel I am taking in more of what this world offers in the most fullest way that I can take it in. What message do you think I'd much rather emphasize if I had to choose between rolemodelling, or how I really believe we gain the most strength, and thus do the most good?
For that matter, one would probably become what others regard as fulfilling their silly little requirements for a so-called rolemodel anyway. Duh! ;-)
To go over a few reasons why anyone should bother reading, this page says that I only believe in this life, I don't really see the point in caring too much about where the hell I could be said to have "originated" from[*]. I think it is more than enough to spend life pretty centred around loving the life on this planet. It'll become evident much further on that I've also been taking forever trying to understand why disabled people go on forever about whatever it is they can do in bed and elsewhere. Some of the wider context involved can be found in the adjacent column. This column, however, jumps all over the place. Later on again, I indicate that I think some Cnidarians are pretty damn nifty with what I've read about their rudimentary nervous system by way of neural nets as well as their relationship with symbiotic zooxanthellae... I've always watched in awe as their heads get cut off.
I've quoted even more lyrics than I did initially, because things were becoming very monotonous.
I'd invite general readers to put up with some of the older stuff amongst the new. Alternatively, a rambling initiation back through my more theoretical passions, at last, is on another page, called "Platitudes? ". A link to that can also be found at another site below. Maybe that page is of me still trying to get away with being a student scientist however bloody socially-constructed all our experiences actually are. I'd argue that I'm trying to find reference-points that possibly can be shared, explored and then perhaps worlds can be opened up. I'd argue that attempting that actually demands all the disciplined thought of usual old familiar cartesian logic oriented science with it's empirical aspects, and then a whole lot more. Mentioning anything about difficulties with causation, can make anyone sound as though they know what they're talking about. The scribble of this page is especially allowing me to sound like a prized idiot instead, and I'm just letting that happen...(!).
[*] - I may be seeming disingenuous. Others care a lot in being very definitive in what they see as their "origins". Preferably, it could well be said that mine are part of the story for me without me paying much attention to this. Interwoven with all else, I leave such matters intact, and then others feel they're pointing out features they rather like seeing as definitive. I'm happy for anyone who cites their "origins", "identity" and "where they come from" as important to them. I feel that whatever comes apparent about me every now-and-then, just happens...
From what I can see, the importance placed on concepts of identity, is cultural in itself. I think such concepts just collapse in a juxtaposed confusion when it is believed that these can be enforced on people for their own good. I think I've seen kids pushed, pushed and pushed into believing that something is wrong with them if they don't gain strength in ways that others seem to.
I wonder if being told non-stop that one should have an identity that others can put a ring around, is what does the real damage, instead of a so-called identity crisis per se.
With every other way of seeing deemed to be lacking, and not for them, it could be down to sheer luck when fragments from ways less understood then seem to be picked up and reworked into a form more recognizable to onlookers. These may have been quite alright in the first place without any upheaval. There are self-fulfilling prophecies all around, but I don't know that much about the understanding then often claimed which goes on to live another day...
Part of acquiring some understanding of whatever a culture is said to be, for me, is about always keeping abreast of our biases and their effects.
Nutshell I think I could have written some of this in the same sort of
vain when I was a teenager, but then the world went funny ... I've known people to still gloss over the banalities I mention here, and still keep on assuming that I'm advancing the opposite of what I do. Therefore, I don't know if it's even worth producing enough keywords so that it just consolidates their assumptions or not. Subtleties get blown sky high, and that's just life, I think. The antidote to this, I think, is to reflect on the humanity, and fragility, thus revealed.
She's moving in mysterious ways (Bono must have gone out with someone who has CP)
This introductory page I've written also wasn't the
thing for me to proof read after just chuckling over spam a friend
had been sent from a prospective "Russian Bride". My sentence
construction was beginning to scare me after having seen a bit of
likeness. Whoever really wrote the spam letter was supposedly trying to convey depth and
understanding, but this was (intentionally?) interpersed with comments like, "clothes are
superfluous among friends" or "at disco only young men, not like
men on internet with many better skills".
It has been particularily
freeing for me to sometimes write as if I would be speaking and
thinking aloud. In reality, it is very hard for me to get the most
basic of messages across. Even in formal situations, and just so it is easier to get on with the tasks at hand, it has
helped when people do get a glimpse at the human inside. Thus, I
have sometimes run away with the opportunity to chat with some
fluidity across cyberspace. This has both helped and hindered me at
various times depending on what has been going on in my life. I
don't want to reflect on what I was giving away subliminally on this
page before having just a slight rethink in light of my friend's
spam...!
Unplugged
People-person skills are valued, but aren't that valued by me above all else (being anthropomorphic to the hilt) :
It's the same as wondering if a chimp who can join everyone fishing for
termites, but rather go and do something else, is understood as having no
chimp's-chimp skills either - even if s/he is more adept at detecting and
distracting those other crazy relatively-hairless chimps that creep up and hold
funny clicky boxes up to their faces.
It's those hairless ones who don't do any
of the work around the place... and, now, ha, ha, their smaller silver
boxes, don't even click anymore!
See, you don't have to be a chimp's-chimp
to be of some use in your community. Others hone in other skills to protect
everyone in ways some of those lazybones that congregate around the termite
mounds just have no concept of....
"Right now this might not be real to you but it's just one of those things you've got to feel the beat through..."
I had a blast singing away while also playing air guitar and drums simultaneously to this, Tom Petty's "Refugee Song", alone in the car one day. Hearing it has almost always put me on a high, but now knowing the aforementioned line, makes it even better. I remember my parents doing a six month hippie stint in Newtown with me in order to get me out of the Hutt Valley, where I had been raised as spoilt-rotten, before moving to the States for three years.
I remember Fleetwood Mac were playing at the nearby Athletic Park, wishing that I could hear the concert from my window, but I always thought later that I'd rather see Tom Petty, maybe just with Stevie Nicks to also do their duet, and the one she recorded with Don Henley. I was almost eight then and life was good... I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks of themselves as having grown up way too fast in some ways, and in other ways not at all. Growing up with much older cousins, I found my own age group to be extremely boring.
I laugh at friends my age still thinking they have to strive for what I was influenced into thinking was essentially just a joke on top of just merely being. I do a double take still at what Dad once vehemently complained to me is all many New Zealanders are taught to want in life, not really believing how stupid people could be myself. That is, until other pricks try and tell me it is because I'm disabled that I don't aspire to having this or that. To me as a ten year old, my father showed a strong aversion to watching some of his nieces actually growing up wanting to marry as if it were some set ambition not to be questioned, and anyone trying to refer to him as a "leader" or "expert". He'd walk around the house like a bear with a sore head after having to sit and take in anything of such mindsets. In the plainest of terms, I think this explains much about me (I have overshot the mark a bit in what I've avoided though)! Conversely, there have been other situations where I suppose Dad, and I at times in the past as well, often have done a thorough job at what we enjoy, and others yet again have held us in esteem on grounds quite foreign to ourselves.
Our Newtown apartment was not to be the only place we were in that my father later laughed about for having me live just a bit differently to what was expected. Years after, I could tell we would never make any capital gain in proportion to what was happening to the rest of the market by buying where we did initially in Auckland. This was even given the crippling interest rates which I argued were just hard work for so little return where we were.
I wasn't all that impressed, but I guess I sound totally oblivious and unappreciative of how bad the financial times were - Dad's since stopped calling me a snob now, and thanks me for getting them out of there.
There are ways to live by which we can be challenged into new ways of thinking and being, and then there are just the plain strange where no one else around wants to budge from their flock either. It can be hard or pretty comedic living next to wankers who care too much about manicured lawns - but we've found the equivalent still gets into all sorts of places.
At the time, I had my concerns over what services we were left with where we first lived in Auckland, and who got appointed to run these amongst people who wouldn't see anything wrong with what they were given. Having said that, it's not that we're into any consciously "community"-minded stuff at all, I'm used to just letting interactions flow, as private citizens. In retrospect, where I first lived in Auckland was an education, for sure - and I got to experience outlooks that I'm only believing now are all very much a part of NZ today. I find it startling to know how many from all walks consider so much in life as preordained and predestined when their ideas are considered closely, and that variation of this is to be managed, nay understood, only accordingly. Everyone talks about this, but phew, once youth subsided in me, I saw more gravity to what I thought could be easily attended.
I have still laughed with thanks along with Dad too, as without really trying to, he has influenced me into another total opposite of what many have assumed would be a given in our household. Culture, belief, ritual and tradition is just something to study... effectively, we try to "get away" from much of it ourselves. That is, when it is practised consciously as far as it seems, and is avoidable. Nothing has stopped me from thinking that culture inevitably just "happens" (ie., it is in everything we do), and that there is no need for everyone to force it into some performance phenomenon. Having said that, of course oral traditions are extremely vital to keep trying to research and understand how these still have influenced our thinking today. Some people just also happen to get a buzz prancing around more than others, I guess...
"What can you do when your dreams come true and they're not quite like you planned?" - After the thrill is gone, Eagles
I have known friends who seem to live mentally like refugees, now that I think about it. I wish I could break them out of such a mode. They just think I'm crazy, and that I would be happier if I joined in with them. In other places too, one realises that you've just got to leave people to it, and they'll keep arguing that you've never tried, haven't thought things through and have never had things as bad as they have. There have been two parties as
I mention, each arguing this against each other all my life, and I must remember to just let it all go. Sometimes I'm only experiencing a loneliness and anger that come from dealing the very crowd who insist that they have whatever they say I need on account of those feelings, and that I'll only trip up otherwise. But I'm pleased to have figured out, as I had once done before, that that's just how it goes.
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Now try standing me up at the gates of hell...
It still may be advisable to just scroll past the photo bit as well on this page to get on to more links. The photos can be taken as an instance of me once having psyched myself up to go against the grain and realise that I've just gotta relax with packaged stuff - and enjoy it - bloody hell. It's all a bit of a have whether I lap it up, or mumble through an unease. Yes, deciding to have a dedicated holiday in a touristy place was a release for me, but the manifested outcome might be a bit tedious for others to read.
Palm Cove is so built up, that it really doesn't matter anymore to some of my way of thinking. Well that's not really what I mean, but it is a waste of time to not recognize what there is now to take in, enjoy, and still take care of. There are other subjects as well. Please actually just scroll past anything rather than give up reading completely just yet on account of me being a self-satisfied git. The crip stuff shouldn't really be here, as I don't think there is as much theoretical depth to disability issues as people like to think - these are a quorum of circumstances that do allow a bit of leverage into a wider view on the human condition.
"Many times I've wondered how much there is to know"
- Over the hills and far away, Led Zeppelin
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It'd drive me nuts to have someone breaking into song during discussions, so please put up with the more hammy aspects in all of these sections I've written.
"Doesn't matter what you see or into it what you read things can be done your own way if it's done just how I say
Independence Limited freedom of choice is made for you, my friend freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom, with their exceptions"
- Eye of the beholder, Metallica
...... I give up reading in the section below too, and bugger off instead... so won't blame anyone for doing the same... I think the last section on this page about being an atheist, is more about where I always end up at again...
In the section below, I fear I risk ending up being what I complain of, in the way that I go on. I realise that there are all sorts of ways in which a more initially reasonable direction then can take off into another reactionary perspective. I tell myself that to beware of that happening, is healthy.
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I was wondering if I had just felt what it was like to give underacknowledged and underappreciated love, thus if I had only been getting a taste of my own medicine. This was whilst in something near-to a psychologically abusive relationship with a person said to be an advocate for someone like me. The independence that we once both strove for, turned into something terrifyingly sick and twisted.
Maybe, I'm just a real dumb
Palagi in having these following thoughts with regards to the family situation I saw mirrored elsewhere in my life... I don't have these impressions as prominent, or held in exactly the same way anymore, but I think I had to process these to get over them.
The following has myself wondering if I'm a bit of a racist pig at times, but this writing also gave me a bit of a platform upon which to turn around and approach matters differently.
This section was embarrasingly chopped and changed through to February 2009, I began to write this while my family was facing a challenge that was really waking me up. I was worried that it was all going to be too late for me to draw on all I could. I couldn't concentrate just fully on what I had been, and it would have been just more of a waste just to sit idle instead. I paid attention to what would keep me settled while consolidating on a lot of what really gets the best out of me. I was wanting not to spoil that before I had the opportunity of putting it more into play as first intended. I needed, most of all, to be there sharing this time with my parents, as we did on a holiday alluded to in one way below.
I was also with a faintly looming worry that I was soon going to be thrust into dealing with a lot of mental junk to work through requirements pertaining to my disability. This meant venturing again into a very politicised world. I've found that too much is just assumed for me, if I don't have something written down at least for myself to remember, and that has to be enough to keep me from getting caught up in what can confuse me until I don't even remember my name. I was trialling out a new speech synthesizer, and in finding more about how others have done with that, I ended up wading through morose crip-esteem-rallying shit out of a fairly morbid curiosity - the stuff that has hurt me so much before. I'm sure there still are heaps of people amongst it all, who would be a hell of a lot of fun to get to know.
"Love the mighty drug we crave the master and the slave will take us to our grave"
- Master and Slave, Kiss
I wanted to get to the stage I once knew where history could just be rendered inert, and could be put aside where it no longer weighed me down and impinged on my efforts just to get on with life. There is a sense in which I can now relax more with a bit in writing to supplement what becomes an upbeat description of how life had begun to be for me again, and how I could share it. This very writing is in aide of the frustration it might evoke when it is read that, of course, I need to let things go.
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It could have indeed been considered as the best and worst of times. It could have been a very emotionally harrowing time for me as it was, but moreso for two people who I felt once again were the closest as can be to me. I was kind of thinking that I needed that speech synth in order to help speak not for myself, but on yet another person's behalf - maybe for when they really needed me the most. They have done the same for me all my life. At the same time when I began to write this, in the background I was bracing myself to cope also with people who love me in their own way when my feelings were that we really don't need to know each other except for the sake of one individual who will always need us all.
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"Standing on some dotted line reacting to the hands of time a circumstance that ...... I've been fed leaving questions in my head
... When all else fails, I try but mostly, I wonder why...
" - Bare, Anthrax
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(I apologize for what can sound like an overwrought use of song lyrics on this page. These represent a hangover from my youth, and come across as appropriate enough when I'm reading in a certain frame of mind. I hope others also have the patience)
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"Sucking life through a straw always more ...Shrug it off it doesn't matter it's just a thought ...Sweep it off out the door no one saw
Always sinking down swallowing the key filling up with doubt coming up empty
Can you see? ...over ...over Hey, can you breathe?"
- Breathe, Second Child
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Having written this piece down, I find myself in a bit of a funny position of having a love developing for that part of the family I'm writing about after all - in new terms, which may still require me to live quite differently to how they expect. Indeed, I think I'm past the phase I'm writing about, and into one not as brash. I'm not sure how the relationships will take form in the future, but I will have to remain mindful and still act on probably all I initially intended to as written here, but then pretty much leaving doors open to them in ways that I yet may find that I can still be responsive.
It couldn't be allowed to become my main concern, but I had wanted to be sure to retain a consideration for people like the ones I'm mentioning from my family who appear to me as having very strict religious views. I've found these views have combined with what has also been instated rigidly as being an immense source of cultural pride for those in that part of my family. We see a world through such different perspectives. I guess it's a bit wretched of me to say that there are other people - including some other family in my life - who I indeed love very much, who seem to have similar beliefs as the ones I feel uncomfortable over, but these others don't seem to be assuming so much that they will always know best. If there was something I shared a passion for with those more conservative, that we both trusted that our love for was real in itself, with or without whatever else each other believed, things could be made different. Thus, I guess we'd find a way of not being mutually condemning. For a considerable number though, their own belief system is why they put up with me, and knowing that can make me feel terrible. I have felt that we have zilch in common and I feel our mutual accommodations are just a hinderance no one would really want me to have in life. Explaining this does not make sense to them, but I would be comfortable if anyone reads this. I am open to how old situations can change when other situations do.
I have wanted to retain this empathy regardless, and in all fairness whilst knowing I will eventually disengage from this part of the family completely if things remain as I have always seen them so far - and without myself becoming very enraged in the process. They have always done their best for me. Exploding out of any impatience would just be proving that I've no idea of what I myself need in the face of family I did not grow up with, who expect (even more righteously than I think they consciously realise so far) that they or their kids can speak on my behalf and help me throughout my life. As I've said above though, there's still a chance that I am misjudging what has to be in the future, from the situation I am in at the time of writing. My reconsiderations when writing this came about because it does seem to me that the younger ones would understand my situation to all their own unique degrees, but in light of an unswerving faith and cultural idealism remaining in different forms still so strong and pervasive, I'm scared of being just a destructive influence. The worry of this, whether it is a possibility or not, is enough to really dampen the ways I'd rather be. I'd love it if any such going of separate ways won't be so overt as it sounds, and it'd just be accepted in time if it has to be. I'd like to think I'd still be forging that distance without animosity, but with respect for our differences.
Sharing a bit of DNA in common, as I think of the matter in my more facetious moments, shouldn't really necessarily compel us to be together at all. Reducing things down to that is a bit ridiculous. However, I wouldn't expect the kids to hang around me and I don't want to live in a world where good intent is so tied to tradition and duty.
"See
I'm no more no less
than the angel you'd have me be"
- No more no less, Collective Soul
"...And there it goes
my innocence
while gathering up
up a compliment"
- Compliment, Collective Soul
It is not trite, but is a reflection of some lost and understandably confused reactions towards me when I say that have I never wanted to cause hurt in the ways that I might have. Nor do I want to lose such passion I have for life by making myself numb in order to get through it all when I still have to be in contact with this part of my family currently. Nonetheless, I would always wish every happiness for them in a life that is deeply satisfying for themselves, and I reflect on what a giving and trusting group of individuals I have known. Now older, I know how to go about things without blocking my emotions off, I realise that the feelings of others are most fully understood in respect of the experiences of those individuals, and these feelings can't be expected necessarily to be my own feelings too.I also think I've seen how empathy gets wrongly attributed to anyone who just exhibits very deep feeling, adding to the mutual disillusionment of all concerned once the understanding amiss becomes more obvious. I believe that being around politicised groups pressing relentlessly for the independence of their members once had an additive effect, leading to my world caving-in before, and zapping much of my strength I had needed to be as sensitive as I've wanted to try and be. I would still suit the simplistic picture put forward by many to their political advantage, and who would wonder why I let myself waste away. Was I just lazy, a bludger, and wanting pity? How could I have been so dumb to have kept staying in the same situations? If I have been held back, the issue for me has all been what my actions say about my ability to care. Take that quality away from me, and I am nothing. The issue has hardly ever been about proving that
I can do a lot else. I'm sure that the delays in my life must have some thinking that I've been totally thick, gutless and incompetent. That is the complete opposite to what I believe I started out with. It would not have answered what I was so devastatingly lost in, to just keep achieving in whatever would be called success to the outside eye. More than that in my life began having effects I could no longer sweep aside.
More recently, I started to realise that the influence of words that have been spoken has caused me to wonder if I will be capable of convincing anyone at all in the future that I love them. Indeed, I wonder if I've already been driven in my life a lot by such a concern. It is banal and difficult to bring this into the light, when matters are just seen as matters of independence or culture and are hence deemed not worthy of any further elucidation in order to sort out, and then articulate better. I've even doubted if I'm capable of love, and have ended up in situations where such a doubt was only ever reinforced.
The relative succinctness has only just come, and
I think my longer explanations do indeed have massive potential to only frustrate. There is detail unnecessarily given here on this page too, but I am so glad of having found some shorter phrasing that I know
I've recorded in this way, and which I may be able to end up using in person to express myself without tearing myself up inside trying to find the words if these ever are to be needed.
To complicate matters, I must exasperate everybody to distraction by continually going over that it was my fault that I fell for a hero in the political arena; the arena that everyone had always thought would help me. Away from his advocacy work, I was moved whenever hearing him trying to convince himself that he would never end up like his father. I tried to believe this too, but in that period, it was really like pushing ever-accumulating shit uphill. There was ten years of patience where I had always been nothing but his afterthought he kept coming back to, just to be told further down the track that I had never, ever known what it means to care, nor did I know how it was to be treated terribly. Amidst much of what I saw as hurt and anger, I was told that I did not know how it feels to be treated as though I was nothing. Often I was then vehemently rejected everytime I reached out in ways that I had never done so with anyone before, no matter how much of me I kept trying to summon. We were both lost. Delays have been perpetually throwing more stuff up that I became convinced about not being able to handle, and I became exactly who I never wanted to be. This all just used to stall me more. My own skills of giving up where I had to, had not kicked in.
Other skills which used to serve me amazingly well, just didn't work in that situation. I gave up on these, and lost track of how I at least think that I once had these pretty well honed in. When people have tried to help me by insisting these work as though I've never tried, I probably get upset moreso for the memories, good and bad, and then there are all of what once were my future dreams that also flood back. I know I have to continue to give life a bloody good try with all the great things that have come my way. I still could use a lot of patience and understanding, even though I've since found a few more gears again, as I try to listen to what would help. I know that we're always dropping a few things we once valued in life, but never thought it had to be all at once. I learnt that there are situations which take more than will and effort to achieve some mastery over.
It is not hard to guess who I've had others suggest to me as an example to look up to at times when I think I've looked so vacant, lost and clueless of all that I could have been achieving. Inextricably alone, I had once so much wanted to refer to him with such an overwhelming love and pride. It became impossible for me to tell just what my brain and heart were doing.
"I try and find forgiveness in taking what we've never shared" - Throwing it all away, Zakk Wylde
I don't like seeming so vacant when floundering for words, while those who can formally offer me help with my living requirements are left with the entirely wrong picture of what I may need. What I've had instead of what I've just occasionally dared to wish for, cannot be suggested by all the pages and pages I've thus written. These are pages which amount to an endless and repetititve struggle with what I claim to have been through. I've been left bewildered, but also with skills and experience not ascribed to me, and so I hardly expect to be given the opportunities that I think I have actually attained the mental and emotional aptitude for. That I will be ok, slips away from me and I find myself celebrating when that haze lifts. It is a joy that might appear so crude, simple and not worth how it seems to affect me so. Nevertheless, I still think of those whose help I already can rely on, and who I usually only regard with the relunctance I've tried to quell from within me.
I've written about this for years, mulling over things in places where I've never been sure of myself since. Mixed up amongst other questions, I have a recollection of going through earlier possibilities of what was getting to me in such a tormentous relationship I have been in. This included asking if I was I being just like my relatives were to me, and if I had only been getting a taste of how I was making them feel? I had never wanted to make anyone feel so obligated to stay around me. For all they ever have tried to do for me, I always ended up treating them with what I really think is disdain. I try to be of use, but ultimately, how I would really be able to lend support otherwise, would just be an attack on the very foundations of what keeps them going. As misunderstood and unsuccessful as I would be, I can't do that to anyone. I'd still be lavished with care and attention no matter how difficult I would become. That would just be unfair to us all, and I never want that to happen.
It has taken those years to again figure out how to go about living reasonably, although I must've put so many people off me by now for all the times I thought everything had been resolved. I acquired strength again by understanding that I couldn't do justice to all the hard work a lot of people have put into me so far by having to ignore what really inspires me about life. My heart had been celebrating this with a refreshed passion and reassuredness towards the future. My heart was also in my mouth at the thought of possibly losing one person, who understands that I mean absolutely no harm, before them being able to enjoy and deservedly breathe easy with what is yet to come. My life won't be in step with everything that matters to him either, if I haven't done my utmost for those who have indeed passed through our lives.
PS: With respect to the part of my family that I feel awkward over, it could otherwise be that just by accepting their being in my life, I am part of the way in giving back. They'll know me in the way they want to, and I realise I can give more when I just understand that for what it is.
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In the event that it could have suddenly become much more important for me to oversee and communicate stringent details rather than just this extraneous carry-on, other writing on this page only comprises a miniscule fraction of honouring an individual who has been constantly beside me. Of course their own life includes so much more than just myself, and I only really hint at this with what I write elsewhere on this page [mostly in the adjacent column].
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More to life than this ... (Modified through 1-4 Feb 2009 and once more in May 2010 out of embarrassment with it's poor readability)
I guess the pieces ancillary to the main bit included here (the extra within the "Additional Commentary") will show that I want a thought spared for those interacting with those encouraged to seem so sure of themselves. I used the part near the end as leverage too, to get into my criticism of what I see as disability movement dogma. Also, if I am honest, it shows the gymnastics it takes when partially raised alongside plenty of beliefs I could never trust.
It must sound so stupidly like I thought I had to reinvent the wheel - but a person doesn't dump a belief system thinking she has all the answers. I still wish more people could have explained things to me knowing that I wouldn't stand for recourse to religion, tradition, or social acceptability, although, there are some with no concept themselves that sound meaning can develop beyond such recourse. Others in my life supported me in realising indeed that compassion and caring doesn't depend on whatever social norms have been standardised. I have arrived at what most would find to be pretty common ways of thinking - I just hope these are now on terms that I have a greater chance of growing with further and navigating through wherever I am.
Indeed, experience and maturity matter way past all this, but I can't really stop feeling that many people must go through their whole lives thinking that rules and regulations are sufficient guides. One wonders how the hell some people cope in seeing what still applies with unfamiliar situations, or how they expect anyone else to. Situations become ripe for an unbalanced reactionary climate, this present subject being one illustration. I can see how plenty of those who come up questioning established notions, just get so confused and lost sometimes because they're not encouraged to explore what may still hold in a form more meaningful to them.
This is a more fully constructed response of mine to a blog
entry on a BBC documentary (referenced below) concerning sex, disability and
social exclusion :
- in retrospect, in a sense it was much more of a discussion
restricted to the main focus of others on sex work, but I was one who tried to
go from there. Maybe for many, the topic is never really about sex work, but it
is easier to say so. I just feel that by being so defensive and adamant of themselves, people are squandering away the very
sensitivity that they're crying out to have recognized as being within
themselves too. Readers may put up with this piece for longer if they realise that I
acknowledge that broader views exist, towards the end of my writing. Other pages
on the rest of my websites, may lend a gentler, and more credible context, to
remarks that may seem to come out of nowhere on this page and are seemingly
given undue emphasis here.
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In the back of my mind while writing this, it will be evident that I kept going back to the claim of a supposed gain in confidence from using prostitutes. I offer up the following interpretations, and it will be seen that I am perhaps not removed enough to have my comments taken in isolation from how I have been affected as described accordingly. I have been in relationships with men who have been pretty entrenched in political disability dogma on what life is about.
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In all my 35yrs with a lifelong disability that prevents me from walking, speaking clearly, and feeding myself, deep, deep, down, I'm sorry, but I just cannot understand the real issues here regarding sex, as often followed by the familiar mention of prostitution where adult disability matters are discussed, and as applying carte blanche to all crips really. Um, I've read material on the so-called issues 'til these come out my ears, but I just don't quite get it. Sure, I've been as lonely, confused and as frustrated as hell coz I've been so passed over on occasion for all sorts of things, but ... um ... ain't that just coz I'm human? I think the issue is quite tainted by a natural curiosity that, in effect, has us revisiting it over and over and over again, wondering just what is the issue. Make no mistake, though, the practicalities, and the emotions, can all be tough. Tougher for some more than others, I guess.
That is, if I sound self-contradictory, I'll put it down to just my rash and lax treatment now of a lot of what I know can take up so much time before getting one's head around it. It had been an aspect of broader quagmires that I once found myself really struggling with. I've stopped all that reading years ago, and life just became so much fuller for different reasons - I come back into disability matters, and bang, what people are concerned about kinda, well, made me sad.
Who wants someone who only looks at the surface? And surely, once you're with someone, working things out becomes part of a bigger rewarding journey.
Twenty years for me, changing legislation in the NZ case, and so when "they" are still going on about prostitutes in particular, I need a lie down.
Yawn. I'm just plain bored and wanna doze off...!
I realise that when it seems having a full-blown relationship is far from one's mind, it's often considered a different matter to what a puritanical mob would perhaps complain about. Otherwise though, perhaps harping over matters physical and logistical and on public acceptance is a good way to sometimes avoid a concurrent maintaining of emotional growth and maturity. I do respect though, that this is kind of blaming the victim in the circumstances when such growth and maturity has never been an issue. But then, I think it can easily become one again. This is in turn also notwithstanding that as in the whole population, we're all different.
I've done a bit of reading on how confused one gets too, when one grows up with lotsa people always insisting that they know what your feelings are, even better than you do. We can protest all we want about this, and run from it, but the ramifications when this happens early in a lot of our development, I think, takes understanding in order to subdue. This can also affect what we encounter when broaching intimacy, if we let it.
The blog on the documentary was a big excuse for me to say how I've seen so many damned defences go up, and I wonder if crip advocates, who bang on about sexuality, see this as a priority concern in their view. If anything should be, I'd say it is the most likely candidate in my mind. This defensiveness is extremely sad to witness in an individual you really do want to surround with an undeniably honest love, and who has obviously had to deal with a lot in life. Indeed, one wants to be there when another allows themselves to find that superficial impositions from the outside world just don't matter in the face of a calming that can be shared in, if I may get away with awkwardly saying so. As one corallary, it is in such mind that I, with motor co-ordination difficulties from cerebral palsy, don't mean to run roughshod over those whose other impairments present other potential challenges.
Each other, is what matters.
Whether it's possible, I know what it's like to just end up wanting to give anything, to pacify a loved one's fears.
It was scaring me to think that I could be as defensive as I've known others to be instead. That we all have the potential to really hurt one another, is not really considered empowering information.
It needs to be elaborated that there is another side of the coin to having aspects of ourselves not given due consideration. This is that ourselves and those we interact with can be hurt and damaged through a lack of knowledge we could otherwise have. I don't think the arguments I've seen are advanced in such a way.
Once more to be clear, I personally understand very well that stage of just wanting a quick bonk. It has scared me for years that I may be turning into a puritanical old sour pus ('scuse the terrible pun which I don't like either). Having that said, nowadays I thoroughly appreciate the BBC blog comments of two posters in particular, reviewing the documentary that has raised the discussion I'm drawing from. Like them, I now would agree that it is a strange form of self-confidence that this man in the BBC documentary talks about receiving from sex workers. I try to explore what such self-confidence is, in a part lower down on this page, but it indeed proved futile to me to find much depth to what was being argued.
When younger, it made some initial and cursory sense to me for others to think like the client in the documentary too with regards to self-confidence. However, the visceral reaction I had when hearing someone I loved spout the same beliefs that he was soon to advance on behalf of many, while looking right past me lying beside him, had me questioning far too much about my own feelings that for years I had pretended didn't matter. I grew tired of convincing myself that it would do, and I kept trying. Such other feelings were neither here-nor-there with regards to what I had grown to believe should matter to a young disabled adult trying to make it in the world. Amongst very complex emotions that at that stage I couldn't make head nor tails over, I hated the thought that I was just being some judgmental and moralistic old grouch. Subjected to neverending demands from someone steeped within what served them well to the eyes of the outside world, I had to question just what I was actually feeling.
It seems I wanted the chance to offer the man I was with other ways of seeing, but, I knew it wouldn't get through to him. I wondered if anyone could. Indeed, he could have thought the same of me. If independence meant being so shutdown, unaffected and unwilling to entertain where feelings could develop, then my world had just stopped making any sense. But was I just being too weak to manage how life was?
Another friend of mine used to tease me about how I could use prostitutes, as he had seen a girl on TV with CP testify to doing this. Outside I would laugh, inside, I felt like I was crumbling to bits. No, it wasn't me moralising, I was just hurt that apparently, I wouldn't ever be enough for someone.
What I once was proud to think of as my rationality, really was beginning to escape me...
"Don't let me drown, drown, drown in Mother Earth's soul, not yet"
- Seventh seal, Van Halen
Of course sex workers can be very caring individuals in their own right, but it just so happens that their services do not include imparting much knowledge on relationship skills(!). Without wanting to, I also slowly realised that I'd be very turned off if approached by someone who reckons he's acquired his confidence with women through using prostitutes. To give such a view a second thought sounds bizarre to me right now as I type it out, but that was the rationale that friends have tried to argue. Also wrapt up in compoundingly convoluted ideas about what constitutes and signifies one's independence, I believe I became too used to this mindset for too long.
Today, with other considerations about sex work set aside and wherever anything is legal, however, I'd still maintain that crips have just as much right to be as dopey as the next sucker.
What seems much more important for me to keep mentioning instead as I have above, is that there could often be a lack in recognizing that just like everyone else, we need access to guidance in caring about the emotional wellbeing of ourselves and others. This maybe even moreso when someone's sexuality is underacknowledged, as is claimed. If we're still talking education somewhere, somehow, I'll repetitively insist that any understanding a person undertakes of their own sexuality
surely must include their potential to impact on others.
Given how I've known others to think it must be said that of course no one can be ultimately responsible for every little contingency in the way others may react in any given situation. What I'm trying to mention as a message to pass on is more to do with how, within a context that at times manifests as sexual expression, the individuals involved are possibly entrusting each other with what could be some of the most vulnerable aspects of what makes them whoever they are. That is, whoever they are at a given stage in time (- I do not believe that anyone's "identity" is really fixed, but that's a different subject yet again).
For those seeming to look for whatever they'd regard as greater awareness and understanding, I hope they never give up looking both ways. Other people, including a higher likelihood of some who happen to be living with a variation of the same influences too, can end up with even a greater sense of irony in understanding what has not been realised.
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Additional Commentary -
I don't doubt that I expanded on this following footnote a little unnecessarily. I think past arguments are harder to capture as I age.
A claim was that independence meant you didn't need anyone. With blistering disgust, I have had the nature of that comment levelled at me in very pained tones. Aimed at me as if I was clueless about concepts that were integral to what I was as a person too, the reaction always made me feel so shoved aside, and like I had no place to share alongside those who mean a lot to me. It shook me unspeakably to hear things being said with such indignation whenever I got close to a number of people that I've tried with a lot of effort to let into my life. I knew that angst I was at the receiving end of wasn't what anyone wanted, and until I got so run down that I could no longer get back up as I used to, I was waiting for a chance to show how I think I actually understood.
"Touch me with fire, my mind is undone..."
- Wonderful one, Jimmy Page & Robert Plant
I did want to be able to demonstrate how I'm capable of arriving at what I do, just generally, and for whatever it's worth. To find what objectification was in my own terms, was a reward I probably don't emphasize very well here, and I might not know how to.
On and off, I could still remember what could be taken as a loophole in what I've just written on aspects concerning sexuality and ideas about self-confidence, and I'd rather acknowledge that more clearly to some extent that logic can be used with such matters. Anyone may only scan this piece of writing, and I only hope this doesn't chase them away from my site altogether, but I did want to get as much detail down for myself to have some semblance of coherency and give some feeling for where my thinking has come from. I've taken the opportunity to mention many things related, and the writing would probably be more digested if the wider terms that I mention are accepted.
I'm discussing aspects of sexuality here, but am actually tending to ramifications that I think range far wider.
Otherwise, I certainly wouldn't regard this as a well-rounded essay or even a chat anymore, it's just a weaving in-and-out of thoughts loosely-linked into one of those forms that I never get the chance to indicate that I've processed (and probably have overcooked!). I think if a reader is catching one sentence per paragraph, at least any one picked shouldn't sound too skew-whiff when read in isolation... -
A form of disclaiming the "Our People" locution
With the topic of prostitution, I continue to write only for the sake of simplicity as if unmentioned matters surrounding the subject are not problematical. Furthermore, all my commentary is really only written for when disabled people are expected to be a homogenous group. It is largely only in reply to that, that I respond above and below in kind in order to make sense within the terms created. If I'm just setting up strawmen, people will find this out for themselves.
~~~People have been through hurt times, and I eventually go off on just a conceptual joyride. I do not know why I do this. It maybe for my own sanity. Perhaps this was not the subject on which to revive a very rusty writing technique, either.
One can find as many people who say that crips are the best placed to comment on such matters, and in numerous others, as there are those like me who'll realise I'm just taking a stab like anyone else may think they could. Those of the former opinion only seem to end up hearing from mob rule, so here I keep going instead for a while longer coz maybe someone has to fit the criteria, to have a greater chance of throwing the spanner in to break things up.
To be brutally honest, and to mention as the only way I can see left to not patronize at times, it almost seems to me like I've started to get very tired of talking in monosyllables and in framing things for the people I usually find myself around. That sort of describes what I can get to feeling ; it is surreal and an absurd anathema to me. Nonetheless, and on the other hand, yes, of course, I can see the unnecessary padding for those who aren't too fussed with nuances. I hope it becomes fairer to say that my writing is far more a worry about my own abilities, and in knowing that I can put thoughts together, rather than a reflection on others who are used to different ways of expression that suit them.
In the next breath after not wanting interference in all manner of things, it is still hard not to go to someone who also cries out for not being listened to, when maybe I've known something similar myself. I've since come to know mine as a completely human reaction, but am still conscious of becoming unduly protectionist if I'm not careful. Being human, is what I think this is all about. I used to buckle under being told by friends with disabilities that I'd only be turning my back on myself, and people who'd understand me the most, if I walked away from them and their messages. They said bitterly, that everyone else did. It's at that point, where I would swear I could almost see the masks come off and hear voices quaver. I didn't want to do what I now understand what others eventually had to.
Hell, did people have to do this with me too? If so, what a horrible situation I have put people in.
On one hand, I have struggled a lot at times with not casting the fears of my friends' aside, trying to address matters seriously and comprehensively, yet as I see these more for what these are to me now, grapple with finding that much substance to address. I try, and in counteraction to any patronizing tinge, have recounted with frustration as to why I continue writing once the main gist also makes it clear and evident that perhaps more detail is indeed not worth it anyway... I guess people are often angry at how disabled people can be treated, and I find it sad to realise that this anger is not balanced out for some amidst the innovative ways we do get to live viably and in appreciation of the insights into life that we do find. I guess that can sound terrible to those who really do have to live life hard. Another part of me never wants to lose sight that the upset of my friends, in itself, is genuine. My joy at seeing where I have ended up with my words is pretty futile really. Is it in lieu of not being able to reach out, no matter what I try, to impart that life is worth far more than the anger I've seen? Recognition of the sheer humanity involved comes into play for me here.
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"Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience-laden" - The big easy (conversations kill), Stone Temple Pilots
For several times yet, I will sound hung-up and preoccupied by returning to the same central topic in this writing. I want to be as thorough as I can, to really do my dash. I do roll my eyes reading through this myself. But the detail is here now for any such time there could be a need to be as discerning, having thrashed it all out -
Some educative licence
So maybe I am confused. It is not clear if it's the
responses of their own bodies they need more assurance of, or whether
they... ugh.... I dunno... Do they think someone with practiced technique
really does fare that much better with another later on?! Is that what
they're trying to imply?
Going from what was saddening experience in conversations
about disability including the topic of using prostitutes, I think I could
be excused for the times I've given up on trying to have my comments taken
as gentle offers of ways that may assist in changing tack. I absolutely
had given up on trusting that my own loneliness shows that I don't mean to
just make a meal of how others are discouraged with their life. I've had
people say that I sound so up myself, that I couldn't possibly know a
fraction of what they've been through.
I believe I have been hurt enough in the past though, and
there is ample evidence of this in my very writing. I've allowed such
subtext to be. I worry about young kids being under the influences I've
written about, but also of those now older, caught up in the mindsets of
the most strong-willed. Growing up, crips like me are often told even by
parents and teachers, to admire and listen to such go-getters with a
disability, and to adopt some of their attitudes. Just like any
individuals I could have met, some of those who I've thus admired as being
so lively and letting nothing like their disability stand in their way,
I've found could still have a detrimental effect in my life. It's just not
even considered, how a lot of honest confusion and indeed a lack of
developmental support, could reveal itself in ways other than what the
very individuals affected can see. People can become masters of looking so
in control, proficient and competent on the surface...
It was more than in a few circumstances where alarm bells
would ring for me when friends much older than I have assured me that
they're only seeking physical satisfaction from paid transactions, but
then go on to say very wistfully that it will get them ready for a fuller
relationship... If an element of the latter argument is that people are
only trying to relax and feel more comfortable with their own body, it
seems to me that such an argument is not being elaborated properly for the
discussion that some people are supposedly screaming out for. I've heard someone try to argue that paying for sex helps them relax and focus on other things when out with a prospective partner. I've no idea
if any such postulated self-confidence also goes into helping with other features
of life instead, somehow. Notably, I never have been given a strong
impression that this confidence somehow magically transforms into greater
interpersonal skills in a way like no other. Are the best interests of
youth foremost in the minds of those all the while wanting to give such
support and guidance?
I can't emphasize enough my awareness that going on about
what I do, doesn't seem to speak well for me either, I don't think.
Indeed, I'm still following this through for the sake of showing that I've
done so, tried to listen, and don't think I found all that much. In casual
discussion easily found, guidance of younger disabled people is all pushed
along as integral to the general matter of acceptance of themselves as
sexual. I cannot emphasize nearly enough that there could quite possibly be wider matters regarding disabled youth and their access to advice on sexual matters which could well warrant consideration and should not be dispelled similarly, but it cannot
be said that the proponents of paid sex services specifically go to pains to
be open about what at best seems to be their ambiguous contention about
confidence gains. Again, in a way this suprises me to hear it implicitly accepted
that more than just physical pleasure is involved. Although in one way
more realistic, I also feel this invites my criticism for when recourse to
matters declared as being solely physical in nature are selectively given
to suit, as is common in some form on occasion as in the wider population
too. When this comes from someone older, and wrapt up in terms of being
disabled, I first wondered if such was a unique situation in kind.
I'm sorry for saying very similar things in the next part, as I try to draw out ramifications enough to get to reveal what is dogma under the guise of trying to help others. Maybe, I am using the sex worker issue as just a case study. In my mind, the disability realm is just an instance of the more general too...
The dogma of going back to contribute to the young ones - I wasn't mature enough to see past what I now plainly disregard. I thought I owed it to others who feel so unheard, to listen harder. The following actually doesn't give much gain for the effort -
My own tedium sets in. If taken seriously at all, with what I've known to be
contemplated as necessary wholesale "awareness" by such proponents
convinced of confidence gains from sex work, I have claimed this demands a
compelling need for as much clarity as can be to be avaliable for the sake
of the impressionable. I continue this part of the discussion on whatever
is meant by education and awareness, largely only to prevent emphasis from
remaining with what can be distractive. The glibness with which I write is indeed a reflection of the type of dialogue I've been frequently drawn into. At times I see worth in documenting this in itself as I am doing, but I really don't like how laboured this sounds.
Whilst still systematically going through the commonly
mentioned ramifications to be sure, I'll say that I think there is a
formidable responsibility involved in acknowledging where generalities
don't fit quite as expected, in order for the younger ones among us to develop their own
understandings. I began to write above here that arguments over any possible gain in
self-confidence claimed to go towards future relationships through paid
services as discussed here, may detract from other kinds of information
that of course should be deseminated. Advocacy which ignores how a young
mind can be appealed to and swayed, indeed needs to be noted as easily
obfuscating the commonly associated knowledge to impart of what can
constitute part of a healthy sexuality alongside.
I have still often thought that perhaps since there will always be someone
convinced of sex work being instrumental to the disabled, it just has to
be inherent in the nature of what seems to still end up being discussed, but would not encourage this in a way that borders on advocacy. I envisage a discussion more on the possible emotional ramifications, such as the ones I espouse here, to think about whatever the paths that individuals go on and choose at various stages in their lives. Explorations on why others may hold whatever views that they do may also give some grasp on what doesn't have to be left as so vague.
So I repeat that, I had kept wondering why differences in opinion were not
acknowledged as such by anyone wanting to act on a concern that there is
guidance to be given. I had proposed it could be more dangerous to gloss
over that there are different contentions people will come across. My
concern is that shirking aside that other ideas exist, is one way of not
respecting that an audience has it's own mind, and this is another thing that youth can be
particularily sensitive to. However, as I wrote more, I grew. I can
see how it'd take someone more qualified to run through suggestions like
mine of what could be passed on.
It does go without saying that there is always the need to
be age-appropriate if attempting to offer advice, and I write with that as
understood, not that I have specifically tried to state much pertaining to
strict age groups. Although I am, I don't like leading any reader through all of what
I've known others to still insist on having spelt out before they'll
listen to anything else. I once believed that all this spelling out would
eventually win trust enough to be heard. But now it can be seen how
tangled-up and convoluted a response becomes in itself. I get to the point of feeling I'm just
too mixed up to know what I'm saying. I've never totally discounted such a
possibility completely. I don't ever want to be too sure of myself. I know
a bit more now, even just by virtue of how I'm finding words difficult to
come by, how sensible it is to just keep reticent on this whole issue.
This is my own personal blather, and I would want a far wider one to be handed down instead, with personal experiences only duly informing the content. If I really had to, I think I still could advocate at
this point that any understandings that are to be imparted have to be given without simply grandstanding. That is, neither through wontonly
value-laden snide remarks under muttered breath, nor with a
gee-whizz-listen-to-what-is-amazingly-possible approach that only has me
more concerned as to why anyone should seem suprised that crips can engage
in the full realm of human behaviour.
The suprise really denies, I think, the higher likelihood
that aspects in anyone's life will become unbalanced when it becomes a
life of forever proving one's self in ways so much that an ostensive sense
is all that is deemed necessary. I suggest that attention only to what
others can value and appreciate, detracts from the underlying processes it
takes to properly sustain the satisfying and fulfilling life that others
would end up usually seeing, just as a byproduct when more substance does
exist.
"I'm gone
take your packaged rebellion
and move on"
- Packaged rebellion, Anthrax
Finally finding what objectification is as my writing
deteriorates further over the same old ground as though I've never been
heard (just like "them")
For those heralding that paid services have merits, and
who can be loud with an expressed wish that others be helped, I'd again ask exasperatingly why they don't seem to be interested in having their contentions explored
beyond rhetoric. My writing has shown that I now don't wonder why those I've
known personally are just left complaining about not being trusted to
spread their views more widely along with what could be more legitimate to
impart. Their resolute assuredness in what they say is needed, I suggest
is a strong reflection of construals that have never been teased out.
Part of me can see that dismissing the viewpoints
involved will keep lending a cause to the anger and defensiveness I've
seen. Contentions may need to be left aside, but I do still wish an
understanding could be imparted which would be felt and accepted as
genuine. In saying so, I think this just touches the heart of a wider mire
- people whose experiences have taught them to be extremely wary of those
who say they care, for fear of pitying, smothering and a loss of control.
I once saw it developing in myself, and don't think I'm exaggerating.
Humans utter value-laden judgments everytime we speak, and I've always made it my job to be wary of the unnecessary damage thus possibly entailed. I'm not pretending that can be escaped, only that it can be balanced out alongside more knowledge inevitably always emerging. I think this has to be understood by those insisting that others be less emotive, implying that they themselves aren't so affected. I've seen the reverse amply demonstrated, and have only experienced virtuol when I've tried as sincerely as I can to listen despite any bomblast. As I've said, enabling people to relax and feel more
comfortable with themselves once was the last argument that may have left
me more sympathetic to those claiming that paid sexual services are
arguably benefcial to the long term wellbeing of some, rather than merely
for pleasure. With respect, I still insist that the poor formulation of
many discussions that I have heard on what I write about here has led me
to wonder why I continued to give these any credit at all in the past.
There is an irony where I am trying to sound as rational as possible, when I venture that much of the issue here is pretty much how a full humanity ~ with all it's inconsistencies ~ can go unnoticed. When people can't see that others can hurt in different ways, I think this painfully suggests what was glaring at me too for a long while before I understood there was a lot eating me up inside. The unique and the general just get so confused that proportion and perspective can so easily slip away. The mode of having to block off so much in order to get on with our lives, shuts us down from sharing all that it has taken for each other to get so far. Aren't we just denying ourselves of the very possibilities of closeness and comfort that all humans need an ability to acknowledge and accept, when our world just refuses to make sense anymore? Rather than any specific content, in my case, I used to find myself in shouting matches on understandings of independence and freedom, each of us crying out to have another understand. Even once calmer, the arguments don't seem to be explored beyond such a point. It is due to how impassioned I've found convictions at their height, that I find it strange that nothing more comprehensive is added further once the calm returns. My admittedly very subjective opinion, is that no one seeks more reason after matters reach the point where there are these outbursts.
Returning to how sex work and the needs of the disabled can get construed, I feel reducing the issues simplistically down to just an
overriding one of morality as often happens in even the less heated discussions, is nevertheless so distracting, outdated
and misguided. One tries not to view the naivete I've found, firstly
amongst friends I care for very much, as indicating what it perhaps indeed
does. That is, I am indeed proposing that the result of the protests I've known is a manifestation of an
irretractable hurt and confusion that has built up as the years have past.
What am I if I feel sorrow for those who I know can be thoroughly and
justifiably disgusted by such sentiment? I'm aware that in the context of
my writing, the way I'm now mentioning in this last piece about what I've
seen in friends, may seem a little ad hoc to some. For others, it
has had it's precedent when I wrote about both defensiveness, and what I
find questionable with group mentalities [see above].
Indeed though, I am extremely saddened that misunderstandings even have people feeling the need to claim that they have a sexuality. The blogsites below show this happening. I concur that this indicates what a bizarre state this sometimes comes down to. Of course this could still present itself as a situation to advocate for a whole slew of more informed approaches, with both the individual and society. It also needs to be asked how people become feeling so alienated. Meeting with such rage doesn't help, it seems to me that a far better robust understanding needs to be instilled where the sheer ignorant who believe tripe about the disabled are simply dismissed. That is, rather than say, backing demands for a feelgood public education programme (those demands always do the rounds...). I've found blips where a portrayal on television doesn't equate with what someone comes across themselves, can do more damage and just get in the way. For example, some people with my condition are affected intellectually, and I've seen people initially encouraged by some sort of promotion, then return to set ideas that become even more entrenched, once they've been confronted with a variation they didn't expect. That doesn't end up helping any of us (maybe it helps some disabled people who don't contend with such daily changes in muscle tone and communicative expression). Being told to assert yourself in
a climate where everyone is told that they should understand because
that's what the campaign says to do, doesn't really necessitate an
underlying understanding of what is, that one can just let be.
The popular view is to not let things get too "medical",
but an informed bit of biology, physiology, neurology, endocrinology,
psychology, anthropology, sociology and forms of critical thinking, has
helped me as a person. I would draw from the same bases if I was able-bodied. Sanctioned views from disability politics does not frown on this being done, strictly speaking, but the interpretations wielded far-and-wide, often condemn a reliance on more "disciplined knowledge" that I just use when it does seem to apply. I just happen to have such-and-such a condition as
part of whatever else shapes me. If I have had the luxury of education, as I've had people imply,
well, I also feel clamped down upon for just offering some ways I've seen
myself around some matters. Should I really risk being trampled on further
and labelled absolutely uncaring and thoughtless in trying to actually
endorse the importance of ensuring the very best of education, and point
out how critcal thinking skills can reach out in ways simply not envisaged
for a special needs child at the very outset? I feel like I've been
gagged, and branded as uncaring, just because I haven't been able to
conclude at times with more sanctioned views. Then, in the very next
breath, friends turn on me further in disgust at my apparent lack of
"independence", and in not thinking of the young ones who I could be
otherwise giving to. I am sorry that my hurt from this itself distracts me
from how I could contribute, firstly by articulating myself better. I find
I am with my very own convolutions. But there it is. I'm human
too.
Obscure to my virtual core -
The nature of the way I've heard arguments usually made over how sex workers can boost a client's confidence,
may mean that I am not recognizing those who would understand what I now
do dismiss outright and are still somehow able to make some case that
sounds contrary to the bulk of what I've arrived at. I can see how such
other perspectives perhaps involving sex workers are possible; like when
emotions are accepted as something to work in with rather than block off,
and like when matters of self-confidence are held as too abstract to have
effects as clearly controllable as we'd like to think possible. I largely
hold no well thought out opinion upon these perspectives that I see worth
in writing about for what really matters here. But moreover and again when
a link is haphazardly assumed to exist so directly between sex work and
self-confidence gains in relating, it should be stated that even my commentary is often given
as if other surrounding matters to do with others who would be involved
then or later, largely don't exist. Maybe a consequence of acknowledging this would also override the
other perspectives involving sex workers that I have only alluded to just now. An
instance where both of a couple are very disabled, is one of a different
circumstance, again. Likewise, who knows of other contingencies that I
haven't considered...? I guess I've only wanted to make available what I
have considered here.
I've sensed the confusion that others have in not being
listened to, and I think that my own repetitiveness is reflecting a stage
where I was not being heard in turn. I'd still like to suggest that the
problems I've known aren't the ones others see a need to
address.
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I'll add that a bias of mine is from finding out in
various other ways how easy it is to believe that one is treating others
well, and be so convinced we're doing no harm, just by treating those fully in our lives as we would with only the
common courtesy we have usually for those we pass by while getting from A to B. Maybe that
is one of the messages that needs to be made clear. It's what we would all
know when we hear it, and is usually not applied in such a way that it
could be here. It's boring really ...
I hate that I've treated a lot of extremely wonderful
friends in my life in a similar way.
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With thanks to Red Nicholson's walkingisoverrated.com for a chance to give a more varied opinion however mine are warped. Through him, I also met up again with Philip at diversityworks. I would really go straight to the BBC blogsite if you've time to waste. All of the posters have a lot more clues than I about being succinct!!! Much of what was said was actually in congruence with me. It seems I'm just used to being bombarded with the opposite angles. True to form, I did go to bed early on the night the programme aired in NZ, straight after dinner, and saw nothing! I'm old.
"I would like to know why you cage a bird aflight feathers bright to show your might" - My song, Jerry Cantrell
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"Cover me, we'll trip on through the sands of time
Cover me, coz I've been branded, I've lost my mind"
- Cover me, Candlebox
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One headlight
I made one hell of a faux pax on the net just
recently, and could not be bothered at the time about the ins-and
outs - it was a shocker about special education; I said, "But that
kid is never going to need labs and teachers university-trained in
calculus are they?".
Dear God, I didn't mean it the way it can easily
sound, it's against everything I try to embody in numerous senses. I
remember exactly the same sentiment given about me on numerous
occasions, and now, well, in some senses, I've faded away to a
shadow of all the 'fight' in me that was once there. Who knows if
such an ambivalence is a good thing or not? I think it is. Perhaps I am now
detached and accepting whatever way, once I get a better hold of
myself... Maybe I've moved on, and am only grasping at what no
longer holds much for me, whenever I look back. I have tried to
remember, but lose the passion of such convictions as soon as a
semblance of these surface.
In short with the faux pax I mention, my words
started off by falling over themselves trying to make the point that
it is unfair on many so-called spec ed kids who really do have
academic interests and abilities to have the public think the whole
lot of them are just being mainstreamed for the feelgood social
factor (this is never quite the case for any student, but sometimes
that's the impression). Then I wondered why I bothered. My energy is
better spent elsewhere. I have known an anger to almost kill me, and
almost destroy what all my passion had helped me with so far.
"Where are the signs to help me get outta this place?
If I should stumble on my moment in time, how will I know?
If the story's written on my face, does it show?
Am I strong enough to walk on water?
Smart enough to come in out of the rain?
Or am I a fool, goin' where the wind blows?"
Goin' where the wind blows, Mr Big
In an attempt to recover from the faux pax just as
publically, I hardly think I redeemed myself. But during the whole
process, I ended up expounding a whole lot more in a way that I hope
readers will just forget about the kook who wrote the stuff -
although they will be clear on how I have been biased - and I would
hope any reader ends up co-opting some of the content in their own
way. I feel that I made some very good general points amongst the
crud, as well.
I was struggling myself with my own prejudices
towards those with an intellectual disability, having at times
feeling the pinch to make it clear that what I've got is supposedly
only a physical matter.
I don't think such distinctions are considered that
kocher anymore. I can understand the reasoning behind this, but
there are times I'm with the politically less astute, and it's
affirming to hear them wanting to remind others that I'm cognizant.
It's nearer to the truth that such a hangup at wielding one's
intellect, is emotionally stunting/stupifying in
itself.
"If you show me how to get off the ground...
I can show you how to fly
...and never, ever come back down"
- Lay your hands on me, Bon Jovi
And what then of exclusion?
In fuller response to the second disability blog I've visited :
The entry on being normal reminded me of some letter to a publication of the Disability Resource Centre down in Palmy in the mid-1990s. That letter sounded as if it could have come from someone like my much loved late grandmother - y’know - a tailored navy-blue suit, a weekly hair perm and long double-stranded pearls. Of course in saying so, I’m just stereotyping. It kinda sounded like the letter writer’s first realisation that it was ok to live in whatever way she was living. She put it something like, "… and do you know what, it’s alright to be alternative, if that’s what you have to be …".
I was rolling my eyes and thinking, jeez, what if I was "alternative" in her eyes anyway, without gimp credentials?
[The blogger had also been speaking in the long past-tense of her realisations, and had grown on from these, I trust.]
The term, "inclusiveness", scares me to death to be quite honest, coz it kinda begs an obvious question I think. It’s all part of the very narrowing down complained of, if you ask me - a wanting to include more under very uniform terms as if there would be no other terms of our own we’d rather explore too. To my mind, "Society" is often just composite, it doesn’t have to be looked upon as any great bestower of values to start with.
This is where, I’d agree as the blogsite also just said, that pragmatism does work wonders - but this is all that it is. Maybe it provides a great common practical ground. In other fields, and areas of life, I’ve known pragmatism to be an exceedingly impoverished way to assume that one understands, just by looking at surface stuff.
That said, and forewarned, we can breathe again, and resume ab/normal programming depending on our own chosen context(!). The social model only did this to one degree, if you like, and I have no idea why it only is used when disability is involved.
I only refer to this model at all because I know it is what those who frequent the blog that I visited are familiar with. I find the belief that disability is socially constructed, rather pedestrian in a few ways. I am more familiar with the notion that realities are socially constructed fullstop, and maybe some of the most lasting and soundly-based transformations of these for an individual simply happen by bearing that in mind, rather than willing one set interpretation to be directed into another set one.
Although I'm still acknowledging a major role to how much we are affected by social constructs, no matter how wonky these are, my take kind of renders societal validation, en mass, as a joke. Pragmatism in turn, as one of the vechiles for ensuring rights, still has it’s appropriated place.
I’m just explaining how I see the terminology in the first instance, but can appreciate other stances upon reflection.
I’ve kept Nana’s suit coz it had her scent on it for ages.
With cheers to Robyn at lowvisionary.com, and a hi to Steve.
Badmotorfinger
MY OWN CONTRIVED BODY OF KNOWLEDGE THAT LEADS NOWHERE...
"Whomsoever I've cured, I've sickened now
and whomsoever I've cradled, I've put them down
I'm a searchlight soul they say but I can't see it in the night I'm only faking, when I get it right"
- Fell on black days, Soundgarden.
Those days have gone for me, but shit, this song was good and I could easily use this to portray what I have felt myself on occasion. Alternative, my ass - there was nothing counter-intuitive about combining influences like the relatively forgotten Nazareth, Steppenwolf, Rainbow and Bad Company, even Boston, with Neil Young, Zep and their derivatives (Ozzy, Halen, Kiss, Metallica...) to come up with so-called grunge. My research is always highly disciplined - so shut up! As well as all of the above, I enjoy bleeding a few freaks with Jerry Cantrell (Alice in Chains) as well. I can mention other things inadvertently as I rattle on about something really shallow...
Good God, could you imagine how mindblowing it would have been to me if Eddie Van Halen did collaborate with Billy Joel using guitar and cello, as once rumoured? Joel as a lyricist is alright in small doses.
I'll happily get as soppy as Journey, Foreigner, The Eagles and Chicago will take me, but that's about my limit. I guess I'll mention Bob Seger and Bruce Hornsby. The Cars and Icehouse are probably still ok for figuring out speaker placement and readjusting treble. The staples of Robert Plant and Don Henley usually win over Zakk Wylde (Ozzy's lead guitarist), Tesla, Mike Tramp, Robin Zander (Cheap Trick), John Mellencamp, Mr Big, Damn Yankees, Candlebox and Collective Soul now, as well as over all the "hairbands" I have loved.
"Life surrounds us in many different ways all we see are switches there to take it all away"
- All join our hands, White Lion
Even so, I've always thought that Yngwie Malmsteen must have fibre optic cable stuck to his dick ("De ja vu, dreams come true, I see myself inside of you") ... The time I would spend listening to a whole bunch of manufactured idiots artificially and prematurely stretching my developing emotional capacity this way and that is an embarrassing indictment that I trust I'm not alone with.
Similarly, middle-aged David Coverdale was just releasing yet another Whitesnake album at the time of my writing this page, and I should've guessed when listening as a teenager, but I've just heard what his band, Whitesnake, was apparently named after! It makes me wonder even more as to why he was kicked out of Deep Purple, which, I should be hesitating to add, can indeed boast more staying power in terms of how they're not considered a joke...
I bought a midi sequencer keyboard once and tried to at least belt out the first few bars of "Smoke on the water" using a lead guitar channel, but it ended up sounding like "Mary had a little lamb"...
My friends joking about what colour Mary saw the lamb's fleece as, since she of course was smokin' on the water, seem pretty tame now.
I always used to laugh a lot. It would offend me to have people thinking that I'm too delicate, but like David Coverdale on the other hand, I s'pose one can be left with nothing to think about but a big overcompensatory ego. I'll probably get the new album years later when it is remainded, if I remember.
I'll probably also be digging Deep Purple stuff out of sales for a while yet. Bad Company is a band I prefer that has had members from Deep Purple associated with it, and even though I'm an atheist, please just let me also indulge in saying that I have always found the little known Bad Company single, "Holy water", to be absolutely divine. I don't see much point in being too precious when I can afford to just let go - and, God, that song rocks like no other.
I'm just Kay, and I used to wish a lot that people would feel more free to talk to me as I've heard them do when they think I'm out of earshot. However, I know I have appeared to get taken aback at times when people are wonderfully relaxed around me. This comes across as wierd, I'm sure. Sometimes it seems I have gotten nervous trying to make the opportunity last... It's crazy, but it is just me.
Sometimes just trying to catch my breath and swallow can make me look pretty dopey, and I've seen it leave people wondering as to why I've suddenly stopped responding with the flow. It has been said that my interests have made me an observant little bugger, so I wouldn't worry that much about what I end up reporting on. I do use the same skills elsewhere. My own life is just filled with the everyday, and that's how I like it.
"Forgot to say hello to my neighbour
Sometimes I question my own behaviour
...Soaring with eagles all week long and this is all that we've learned about living"
- Check it out, John Mellencamp
To go on, I can suggest that I'd be locked up if anyone heard me singing Whitesnake ("Here I go again on my own"), or with Bon Jovi and Guns n Roses, as I have. My speciality has been rasping away with Jimmy Barnes in Cold Chisel, ("When the war is over ... You and I, we used each other's shoulder, still so young, but somehow so much older, how can I go home and not be blown away?") at the top of my lungs. I'm sure it's therapy! James Rayne is also known to calm quite a savage beast. I can't really believe how much I mileage I used to get out of a tinny digital radio alarm clock on some mornings, which would last me all day.
I loved rock music as a kid, and I know it's crass, but eons later after the song had been forgotten, watching Midnight Oil play "Beds are burning" with 'Sorry' plastered all over the set after John Howard (or was it Paul Keating?) wouldn't say it, gave me quite a lump in my throat after a period of really not feeling much about life at all. For a second again, "we" were finally sticking it to the aristocracy... It was now our generation's turn to show how things were to be done... Ditto the sentiment with early U2 when I was younger. Please humour me now. The bands still profit, the audience thinks it can change the world propelled with 2-bit sloaganism.
"When you feel the anger inside of you
hold your head high let your aim be true
though your heart beats like a drum
My native son"
- Native Son, Bryan Adams
More recently, I had an inkling that Damien Binder (ex Second Child) was in a league of his own, taking cues from Springsteen and more. Last I heard, it was obvious he took a shine to the kind of American so-called adult oriented rock genre that I did too. This isn't widely appreciated here. For a long time, Dragon and Shihad were all that NZ put out that maybe I'd bother with, if that matters. Sharon O'Neill sounds a bit too girly for me now, but I think her's was one of the first concerts I dragged one of my cousins to. Her musical arrangements did impress me. I prefer going to see an opera now - Dad and I take each other - I suppose it's just like how him or my uncle would take my Nana. I also have succumbed to poetry from Emily Bronte, Byron, Goethe and Tagore. Still, I just can't quite let go of loving commercial rock music. It was my solace for ages.
I once even wondered if the misogyny that I've always simply laughed at in some of the music I loved was really affecting me severely in some way unknown to me, because there had been a stage in my life where I had been so down. That phase in my life was so strange at first, it had me upendng everything to find an explanation. With regards to clamping right down on my music, phenomenological bracketing saved me (and I never needed such a long word for it before)! I also figured my extensive CD collection would be pretty worthless secondhand too...
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Today my motivations and emotions don't seem to need the propping up that I used to rely so much on music for in my own way. I also used to think that such tastes would be an easy way to suggest much about my characteristics of not mucking around with having to dress things in life up, but I think it's the feelings evoked that has people thinking that they're finding so much commonality, while however else those feelings come about in our own lives can be so different.
"It used to be all I'd want to know was wisdom, trust and truth
Now all I ever want to learn is forgiveness for you"
- Forgiveness, Collective Soul
"Will you walk with me for miles and hold me like a child
Will you listen to the words
I can't speak?"
- Darkness, Mike Tramp
It's the same with all kinds of things which can take on a symbolism, lending well to consumerism as well as what still can be pure enjoyment. These lyrics I've quoted all over this page here are sounding increasingly frivolous and stupid to me, but I hope that's a sign of a good change, not just a dulling out of a much-needed sensitivity as my life goes on with other things.
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"...Sure would like to feel some pride but this place just makes me feel cold inside
...Black gold and a white flag won't ya fill up the tank let's go for a ride I don't care 'bout no wheelchair I've got so much left to do with my life"
- Black gold, Soul Asylum
"Everything seems cut-and-dry
day and night
earth and sky
somehow I just don't believe it"
- Runaway train, Soul Asylum
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The world I know (from a glancing aspect)
There is a sense in which this page of pretext can be dumped, now that I have the personal
significance of the content firm in my own mind again. It can seem shallow in
how it comes across, and I ask that this shallowness is seen past,
somehow. For a long period in my life, I was psychologically incapable of
making such pieces fit together in any way at all. I could no longer enjoy
the life that had been so important to me.
So neither do I think that I am at all where a lot of the rest of the personal pages of
mine are anymore, these are just what I've past through. These have been
left here for those who erroneously take my willingness to shut up now as
indicating that I'm being as vacant as if I always have been.
In this first photo I am unashamedly being a
tourist. That's quite a feat when in some ways I'm just being the prat that I am and outright ignoring that half my nucleic DNA and all of my mtDNA came through the Polynesian bottleneck - then and there, coconut tree or no coconut tree, I just could not be moved into some deep-and-meaningful awe wondering about some great migration navigating through warm Pacific currents, cold upwellings, with celestrial cues guiding them on their noble way or whatever.
My mother cannot navigate her way out of a paper bag, is prone to violent seasickness, and I might sound pretty practiced at saying I think that's why she was married off to just some stupid Palagi who wouldn't realise what was so amiss! I'm also a student ecologist, and there I am sitting like Lady Muck only wondering if I can get some sort of seafood and pasta cheesy mornay thing back across the road for lunch, washed down with a nice cold beer...
The coconuts were actually removed from all the trees according to council policy. Please grant me leniancy when I belabour the almost obligatory point that my resourceful ancestors would have probably thought it also pitiful that we had to go and hand over this plastic card from our wallets in exchange for sustenance for three days in a row at every meal, with the sea bang right in front of us. I didn't need canned laughter - I'm thinking more of water biscuits (crackers) and just a coupla emergency cans of salmon next time we pack.... God, I got hungry during parts of each day sitting on that beach.
We spent nine days up-and-down that coast in total. I jokingly refused to visit any zoos, museums, cultural centres or attend public events and was quite happy unleashing the complete-and-utter Philostine within. I wasn't really in a state to read up on what I'd really be giving patronage to, in order to make informed choices. Potentially tin-pot zoos do worry me, but most of my dismissals were in jest.
I did, however, look back at the heavy hazy blue coast with the half-tropical / half-Gondwanain vegetation, and thought of how much my father had spoken to me about his adventures further north in PNG. He had often referred to the romance of the Pacifc that he said was encapsulated more in old books based on the traders and pearlers around Torres Strait. Maybe I could almost feel it, I think I felt it first when flying into Cairns, and this feeling was way beyond any of my sarcasm.
The reef I saw a few days before we totally blobbed out, will be what we know will have me returning. I think I saw some coral bleaching and sedimentation evident. I don't think it was all pristine, or all down to natural processes such as recovery after a storm as an operator said. The erosion looked like it had been there a while. But, yeah, it all requires more than anecdote...! I spent hours on the reef observing the Coelenterates especially as they've always fascinated me. What the fuck were they - individuals or colonies? The fish were only boring vertebrates, in comparision.
In the photo at the end of this page I am definitely not
posing while going out to a commercial pontoon on the Great Barrier Reef -
I am telling Dad where to stick his bloody camera that he kept bringing
out. Five minutes later after the picture below was taken, I spied the
dorsal fin of a humpback whale when I guess that East Australian
population should have been well on the way down to feeding grounds in
Antarctica. I'm glad we didn't take the advice of the woman at the
information centre back in Port Douglas and try to catch up on sleep
whilst on the cat going out to the reef. Learning how to just have a
holiday sounds easy here, and although I know I've lots to get on with,
can't also stop the opportunities for a fuller life from just rushing
past. I hope the whale was just being an individual, and still made it down for a big feed.
No one gets outta here alive
I usually hate doing the juvenile thing and continually give in to the need
to mention the following. It is a variation of a theme noted above. Once I just quietly get over having an initial
fit, I find myself back at ease and am happily willing to at least try to work in with
anyone, at least until I'm no longer of net benefit(!)... I'd rather find things in common, because it is wonderful to be able to get along, once people having different beliefs still find an open and mutual acceptance. I hope this last segment is actually seen as also not
being adverse to anyone in it's totality, as it may do in parts initially. I still want the best for those who are better off with ways I'd rather not have thrust in an unabated manner upon me.
Although I suppose I still am a closeted one myself,
raving fundamental atheists just strike me as hideously insensitive in how
they come across. It seems like they've never gone on from their
undergraduate years. They are often with views I can also take as very
inspiring or funny, but my most rational thought that arises is that such
commentary is not appropriate in front of those who would genuinely find
the characteristic mockery hurtful. It is not how I like to make it known
that feelings of people matter to me in their own right. However, and
perhaps at times due to the ethnicity that can be ascribed to one of my parents as indicated above, I have found
myself in many situations where a subtlety that I'd rather have doesn't
work in the face of an arrogant assumption about what my own beliefs might
be. It really puts me in a tailspin depending on how my day is going, and
in all honesty, predominantly feel pity for those who are clueless as to
how their attempt to respect me would actually be very insulting to me if
I took their attempt at face value. I know they mean well. Similarly, and
for only a second, it occurs to me that a lot of what my life is, would be
a slap in their face too, if they only knew... But then I just get on with
it.
We all gloss over so many other matters we don't agree on
with those we're in daily contact with. Without even saying, of course it
is part-and-parcel of life to do so - and we still get on. This particular
topic of not wanting religion in my face is one that just still gets to
me. I know this stance in itself can become pretty childish.
I do question how it is that I am supposed to believe
that nature was made, and yet just accept that a god exists. Isn't there a
bit of redundancy there? I don't think it matters if I'm being
reductionist at this point either.
Still, I cringe at atheist fundamentalists having no time
in practice for how emotionally wrenching it can be to compel an
individual into questioning their own belief systems. These beliefs can
all be tied into the very nature of what love and compassion are for some,
and I'd like to be there to encourage that such qualities will still be
embedded in everything someone sees, thinks and does. I'd appreciate it if
others showed me the same respect at what has given myself a lifetime
journey. I do appreciate immensely when I have a feeling that this has
indeed been done mutually, and I warm to the love involved. I know I falter now-and-then at living up to my
part of the bargain.
WRT purpose (obviously the following quotes were just
picked in haste off the web to illustrate what had just become a part of
my thinking so long ago that I flounder terribly when prompted for the
ins-and-outs, not really expecting there is anything to go over again)
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"But I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel
frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious
universe without having any purpose - which is the way it really is, as
far as I can tell, possibly. It doesn't frighten me"
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- Richard Feynman |
"A man's ethical behavior should be based
effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious
basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to
be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death" |
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- Albert Einstein
(Note that Feynman is only commenting on one sort of questioning, and I wonder if Einstein confuses sympathy with empathy, but I get their drift! Moreover, it doesn't really matter who these succinct quotes are from, these were just readily available to pinch quickly, and serve my purposes well...!)
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There's a (doctored?) picture somewhere of Einstein
mowing the lawns with an extremely pissed-off look across his face.
My pages aren't incessantly about being pissed-off, nor
about being without a belief in any deities. So please relax and consider
yourself welcome to read more, although I think this page should much more than suffice if a visitor is only here for a quick glimpse. Hopefully the personal content will one day all be overshadowed by my research interests in pest management and animal behaviour, with (?post-?)structuralist approaches to evolution and ecology. I have made many more doubt that I'm capable of this now, and I doubt it too when the going gets tough and personal complexities just get in the way. I would never have believed how far I could have strayed from what I've always wanted to do, nor how what seems a pretty straight forward bunch of interests to me, are quite strange to others.
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