Hero Joy Nightingale

                            in memory of my friend Dr Caroline Fraser

 

 

 

This occasional diary has grown too big for one hit and is therefore being sensibly divided into itsier bits as follows:

"I am gripped by fear. I have unleashed my ire and indignation at my LEA having exposed me to scepticism and having created a terrifying habituation by unjustly having failed to resource my disability needs for 5 long years........ my heart is faint and I sometimes just curl up in a ball of depression instead of being the spitting wild cat ball of fury indignation and energy I at this moment feel myself to be"

"I think there is quite a lot of curiosity about disability and what it's like. I have written elsewhere about my emotional attitudes and adjusting to frustration. I have had to write in some detail about my physical needs in order to stay with strangers on my forthcoming trip. I am pasting my e-mail up here so that you may understand some of my limitations."

"I have been asked and asked about my trip and I find it very difficult to respond. It was too big for a few sentences to delimit it. It had too profound an effect upon me for me to thrust it out in description easily."

"I have written to the Secretaries of State for Health and Local Government with a very simple question: why do parents of children with severe disabilities get charged for getting their child's needs met while those who have more simple and inexpensive needs get stuff free?"

"The NHS resources a clinical psychologist to help me with my fears but it's not an individual's problem really. It's not me that's mad, it's society that's unfair. And I find it sad that although I may be sufficiently cute crip to be a human interest story in the press, I can't kick them into campaign mode single-handed. I don't really want to spend my life in politics fighting for my rights or those of others. There are other things I want to do, but if I am prevented from doing them, I have no choice but to be a political animal."

 

" This week I've had what I call hysty episodes when I start with a sort of nervous reaction to an unexpected sound and let out a high pitched nearly-giggle which I just then can't stop and it goes on like hysterical sobbing till I'm quite beside myself with embarrassment and fatigue. That's the worst because I can't hear people speak and appear like a mindless idiot and it's almost impossible to break the pattern."

 

 

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