Forms, forms and more forms. Whenever I’m filling them out either for myself or the person I care for, I feel dejected at the sight of the ‘Employment Status’ section.
Carers Week is drawing to a close and as 60% of people will become a carer at some point in their lives I thought I’d share some of the tools I use to care for my mother.
A week ago today I voted in the UK General Election. I voted because I didn’t vote in 2010 and the next day I immediately regretted it. For some reason I believed the outcome would be different if I had my say. Last Friday I learned I was wrong. I couldn’t believe it. After scanning multiple articles published by numerous media organisations, it finally started to sink in that the Conservatives had won. Once the shock wore off, fear set in. A Conservative (Americans, read: Republican) government sans the Liberal Democrats was going to be a bloodbath for those receiving benefits, whether healthy or disabled. £12bn of welfare cuts are going to be made, but no one knows who’s going to be hit.
As Chast’s parents aged, she recognised the need to care for them, and she did, until they died. Graphic novel memoir Can’t We Talk about Something More Pleasant? details her uncensored journey with humour and poignancy, examining her changing relationships with them along the way.
Last year I wrote a post of the same name about how my personality had drastically changed over the course of 2013. This year has also been stressful, especially the beginning, but it’s shown me how capable I am in life and death situations.
2013 has been a horrifically stressful life-or-death type of year. And despite giving up my job to become my mother’s full-time advocate and carer, I’ve never worked so bloody hard in my life.
2012 Amy was still shy and reluctant to challenge authority. This year, I’ve not had that luxury. I’ve had arguments with doctors so vicious other people have been forced to intervene. A doctorate means nothing to me now. If you can’t do your job properly, I’ll fire you after making a formal complaint and find a replacement. Three times I’ve done exactly that.