“But if thoughts corrupt language, language can also corrupt thought.” – George Orwell 1984
Friday’s confession has to do with a topic dear to my heart, the use of words or the science of semantics. With the pending BC election people need to start paying attention to what lies below the words (some call this subtext) and get to the detail (substance). There may be a bit of research needed but most often just apply some common sense. If a guy is standing there in what looks like a white grad outfit, pointy hat with cowl and a Maltese Cross on it telling me he won’t tolerate racism, well I think you get my point…
We recently watched the American election run on rhetoric and hyperbole. That election was an exercise in how rhetoric can be effective as long as enough polymer is used to avoid substance. If you look up polymer you will find the word “ubiquitous” in the definition. Being a bit more abstract it is not difficult to equate the definition of polymer with societal beliefs. We create what we are based on how we interpret what we are told.
Words are powerful so how we use them can go a long way. How words get interpreted is even more important and interpretation begins the moment the image we associate most with that word happens. On a subconscious level we create a piece of imagery representing that word and will often dismiss an aspect of a conversation because of one piece of misplaced imagery. This is one of the reasons why word-smithing has become a politicians best friend. There is an art to using words that will encourage specific emotive responses and truth becomes a matter of interpretation. Sad but true…
In a recent chat with one of my much younger neighbours (a forty year difference between the two of us) we were discussing words and how the perception they create can vary. He asked for an example. I automatically throw out “manipulate” (setting up for election discussion) and his initial response was one of negativity. But when I put the statement into the context of having seen a Chiropractor for some “joint manipulation” he changed his opinion of the word. The cognitive imagery created by the word changed when the context was established. Continue reading “Whispering Words…”→
“As you remove toxic people from your life, you free up space and emotional energy for positive, healthy relationships” – John Mark Green
I thought I was done and was packing up the keyboard. I was just going to shut the site down, rearrange my life and keep my opinions to myself. I was feeling increasingly like “white noise” and I thought it would be easier just to shut down. Two months of biting my tongue has shown me it is to difficult to blindly accept the level of societal negativity going on around me and be quiet about it. It is increasingly difficult to maintain a stiff upper lip while the chasm between right and left ideology continued to deepen. I am not so sure now is the time to shut down.
I have reread my last article a number of times now and have had time to reflect on where that anger was coming from. I don’t like anger if for no other reason than it fucks with my feng shui. During this period of reflection I came to the realization that I owned some of the responsibility for this anger. I had started personalizing issues and that traditionally leads to lost of control.
I usually pride myself on my ability not to personalize issues, comments or give up control of my emotions but I slipped. It wasn’t any one event, it was information overload, too much negative news and complicated by social isolation. And as a political junkie, it’s difficult not to be a little negative these days so it just seemed easier to shut her down. When you don’t golf, hike, cycle or take long walks on the beach you don’t have a lot of venting space so shutting it all down seemed like the path of least resistance.
The last two month has been spend reflecting going through my year end activities. Things like shredding old pay/staff records. Seven years and this is the last year of records I have to shred. Getting my own taxes done, working some policy issues through with the local health authority, trying to stay on top of access problems in my own town and the list goes on. All of this has given me time to reflect on a wide variety of issues and things keep coming back to government policies. It’s not that they are not there, it’s just that they are not policed. We defend rights by speaking up for them, not adjusting them on the fly.
Reflection also gives you time to recharge and I did need that. During this period of reflection I kept receiving my news alerts and they were screaming for a comment. When someone can lecture a young lady who has been on crutches all of her life about the dangers of using stairs people have to speak out. Up until the late 70’s persons with disabilities could be refused rent on anything above the second floor and I do not want to go back to those days. The bigger issue here is why that particular night spot didn’t have an accessible bathroom… Continue reading “I’m Coming Back…”→
I am not going to talk about access, disability or seniors today. I am going to take a few minutes to clarify my anger. I am beyond angry and that bothers me since it is exactly what Trump and his ilk want. Keep us angry and it’s easier to divide us. The shooting at the Quebec mosque shouldn’t surprise anybody but should sadden all of us. We have allowed our political masters to use a nationality to divide us by creating islamophobia. Check the history of Germany in the 30’s and you will see a lot of comparisons.
I’m angry that the likes of Rona Ambrose can stand up in the House of Commons and make a plea for tolerance with such a straight face. This is the same women who has been actively involved with a Canadian political party who built their base by spouting hate and demonizing certain philosophies for the past ten years.
I am angry that a major Canadian political party is even considering a leader like Kellie Leitch. Here’s an educated women who hides her racist comments behind “Canadian values“. I am 4th or 5th generation Canadian whose ancestors arrived in Canada to escape religious persecution in Europe.
I grew up being taught that Canadian values were tolerance, acceptance, compassion, diversity and above all caring. How do you define, let alone test for, Canadian values? In my mind this is nothing more than spreading the seeds of discontent and mistrust towards particular segments of our society.
I am angry over the term “terrorism” when describing a “hate crime”. The deaths of 14 female victims of the Polytechnic massacre was classified as hate not terrorism although it did terrorize women. Words are powerful and now is not the time to start playing semantics. Words create imagery and imagery can create false understanding of words so let’s not let “hate” become “terrorism”. That’s the nature of “fake news“. Continue reading “I’m Angry”→
It has been such a crazy week I am more inclined to withdraw than report on it. However one does not generate much awareness by sitting in a corner mumbling. In this new time of “post truth” and “alternative facts” (I can’t believe I can even say that) people have to be aware how insidious social media can be and check their facts. People need to exercise their mind just as much as their biceps and fact checking is a good way to do that.
Much of my desire to withdraw is due to the level of fake news and the toxicity it’s having on the people around me. This is why people need to be more responsible and part of being responsible is to verify your knowledge level. A bit of common sense is needed…
Look at it this way, if I were to lend you my car so you could get to Campbell River and back but half way there you ran out of gas because I said I thought it was full when you asked, is it my fault I was wrong. Hopefully one would verify how much gas by maybe topping it up before you took off. Social media is kind of like that. Just because someone says something or posts some “really cool” picture on Facebook does not mean it’s true.
That doesn’t mean anyone with a personal agenda or questionable ideology (that’s what Facebook is for) can’t use social media but social media, like any form of communication, has certain rules. One of the basics I grew up with was an individuals responsibility to verify information. In the days of talking that might have meant something as simple as “what did you mean by that” or “where did you hear that from”. Get into the habit of not just accepting. The second lesson I learned really early was to raise awareness with references and substantive sources. So it is best I write rather than binge on Taboo…so for today I will be somebodies media and to be clear I am NOT a journalist although I have had my own column in the Alderlea Magazine now defunct. So I repeat right now I am playing media…
For those of you that have been following my adventures to access an assisted living apartment well caller 3, and 4 made their presence known. Caller 3 was an in-home assessment done by a nice fellow, an Occupational Therapist who was close to my age. I introduce him to more adaptive aids and techniques I have developed over a life time of trial and error to the point where his visit was more of an in-service than a client assessment. He recognized the foolishness of using criteria to assess an “able-bodied” senior experiencing age related decompensation with someone whose life was build around developing adaptive techniques. How many stairs I can do before I become short of breath or has the weight load of your grocery shopping changed in the last six months? Those are not exactly the criteria someone in a wheelchair worries about. Continue reading “Being Your Own Media”→
I am extremely concerned over the events that lead up to yesterday’s Women’s March and disgusted over the need for it. I thought my days of participating in civil rights marches were over but I was wrong. I can’t quit now and watch all that I fought for disappear. This March is not just about women, it’s about protecting the civil rights of everyone.
America has elected a president, one of the most powerful positions in the world, who will say, do or denigrate whoever he deigns to at that moment to advance his ego. I say his ego because he has been very light on policy except to undo all the “damage” he states the Democrats have wreaked since Obama’s Presidency. America elected a President whose platform is based on how great he believes himself to be. Asked many times on the campaign trail about his platforms the best he seemed to be able to do was reassure everybody they don’t need to worry because he’s so great.
My breaking point, mind you I was stretched pretty taut by that point, was his denigration of a disabled reporter. Yet so many people initially ignored this. I got so pissed off my own family were prepared to disown me for making that big of an issue at the time. It now appears that many more were watching than I realized and yet there are still deniers.
I made a brief mention of the incident on one of the Facebook pages I am connected to only to receive an immediate backlash. I have no idea who this Tom Palmer is however as someone who worked as a therapist for almost fifteen years I recognize the syntax he is creating. When a simple comment regarding a single action can be seen as “you jump on this post sewing your venom like rabid cats. first off with terry and the disabled reporter mocking facts before you come on and look like you’re still stuck in the quagmire of lies surrounding that incident“. I don’t respond to those people because they are like Trump, total denial and blinders to actual facts. I have spend close to fifty years as a disability activist and I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back at the expense of every rights advancement that has been made in my community, the disabled.
My experience has been comment’s like that are based more on a rigid ideology than fact and anything one says to this type of person is just going to feed the narcissistic nature they share with the new President. When someone can take an innocuous comment and turn it into “sewing your venom like a rabid cat” they are not looking for discussion, they are in search of verbal dominance at any costs. Can’t waste my time on that. Continue reading “Still Marching…”→
I’m in that hurry up and wait stage of dealing with a government bureaucracy. The sun is trying to shine and it has certainly warmed up. Has been raining buckets (as I write that two of the local high school kids on their way home in shorts…how wimpy am I) but not to bad today. So while I sit here waiting for my request to percolate its way through a filter of god knows how many vacant positions before anybody actually makes a decision it’s time to put some words paper.
This grey misty weather condition can have a depressive effect on a wide variety of individuals. Some days it gets to me but not today. I find the moments of sunshine breaking through the clouds is uplifting but I also dumped a big anger this morning, one I had been carrying around for a long time and it felt good.
Regardless of how well today worked out for me (or has been working out, the day isn’t over) the are many who are just beginning their first major rollercoaster decent of the year. Between the depressing weather, the inauguration on Friday and, the thousands of little things that make life what it is, you need to remember the #LetsTalk day Jan 25.
Depression is not a weakness, depression is a communication, a non-verbal one but communication all the same. Many of us don’t know how to talk that way.
I worked in an environment for fifteen years where we spend a lot of time discussing “getting in touch with your feelings”. That was psychiatry in Calgary. My job was to understand feelings while looking for meaning in them. To many it later became “psycho-babble” but to my peers it was communication. Continue reading “Are We Talking..”→
I came into the new year feeling a bit more rejuvenated having made the decision to look at the opportunities of “assisted living“. It wasn’t an easy decision but the reality is I will be 67 this year and, like it or not, I’m a senior. Accepting my age while recognizing the speed with which decrepitude is lapping over my body means I may have to give up a bit of independence but hell life is a trade off right.
That decrepitude I can handle but the slow erosion of confidence was harder to deal with. That transfer into my car or the jump momentum from the ground to my wheelchair is becoming more difficult and that erodes the confidence level. Those same issues are the high risk times for falls. In my desire to think proactively and avoid potential hospitalization moments I would feel safer knowing there were some supports close by. I am probably even more tuned into this at this particular moment having watched an ambulance just haul one of my neighbours off to the hospital.
I spend last week putting some deep thought (and research) into assisted living apartments. I quickly discovered that the private sector was out of my price range. At the risk of repeating myself, $3000 a month seemed to be the average cost out there but that covered almost everything, meals, house cleaning, close emergency medical backup, some laundry service for my bedding plus the suite. The suite has a kitchenette but not a full oven, no big deal to me but again $3000 is beyond my budget. That appears to be the starting point for private services.
The buildings with subsidize suites directed any interested parties to the Island Health “Assisted Living” website. As a life-time “professional patient” I know some of these things take time so I had to set some wheels in motion. It took me 54 weeks to access the promised government assistance to cover half the cost of a $6500 wheelchair so I understand the need for perseverance.
I met all of the criteria (I thought), had identified a potential facility in Duncan and made the call to the 1-877 line. I received an amazingly quick response from caller number one who took some basic information from me before telling me she would put caller 2 in touch with me. Three days later I received a call from the Occupational Therapist (caller number 2) who wanted to book some time for a home assessment. Fine, moving much faster than I thought it would. She came by that afternoon.
Pleasant enough lady. Semi-retired Occupational Therapist who does the occasional assessment for Island Health. After a quick assessment, pretty straight forward. I gave her a quick demonstration of how I transfer in and out of my chair. Showed her I get in and out of the shower, again explaining how all of these things contribute to a “falling” risk and part of my rational for assisted living was risk mitigation. Continue reading “Fear and Loathing…”→