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City on The River

When I was young my politics was full of certainty, as I grow older I find certainties replaced by questions.

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Land-damned the legless sailor sits
Watching set sail the sea bound ships
And the Cunarders on the slips
Swamp spectators up to their hips.
No one warned them of the great wave
That a slip launched ship always gave,
But no one could the shipyards save,
A decline severe became grave.
Grave-bound the legless sailor lies.
No more the Clydebuilt steamer plies
Its trade beneath the island skies.
From where to what will the Clyde rise?

Can we rise, a nation again,
Or must we a province remain?
Can the SNP break our chains
And wash from us the bitter stain
Of submitting to English might
When we should have stood up to fight?
May we not yet restore our right
So never more the worker sits
Because there’s neither steel nor ships?
Reopen the yards and the slips
Let’s build again our trains and ships.



NLP Conference 2016
April 17, 2016, 21:02
Filed under: disability, Health, NLP, Parenting, personal development, Poetry, Writing | Tags: ,

Now NLP Conference is ended,
But I hope that next year we will return.
Each year there are so many things to learn:
Insights and techniques to be appended
Or into existing knowledge blended.
Old, outmoded ideas to overturn,
Better methods and models to discern
In each seminar and talk attended.

A great range of subjects, but that’s not all;
There’s Shelle Rise Charvet and Michael Hall.
Melody Cheal, good. David Shephard, slick.
Art Giser as well as Frank Pucelik,
Jeremy Lazarus and many more…
So many, Conference does not bore.

Appendix:
Anglo-American’s reign had now ended
And their leadership must be commended.
To ANLP has now descended
The task of reaching new goals intended,
Beyond the heights already ascended.



When I Am Alone
April 13, 2016, 12:50
Filed under: autism, disability, food, Health, Parenting, personal development, Poetry, Writing | Tags: ,

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Sometimes I want just to relax
To shout and swear and twitch and flap,
Eat sweeties and unhealthy snacks,
And not worry that I’m talking crap.

Nobody wants to see me stim
So when I’m out I hold it in,
But when I’m in I let it out.
When I’m alone I twitch and shout.

At home I’m allowed to say
Whatever comes into my head
That said outside, during the day,
Would have my colleagues cut me dead.

But in my house I have my chance
To be weird as I want and dance.
When I’m alone I can be free
And you can’t stop me being me.



April 11, 2016, 22:31
Filed under: disability, Health, Justice, Parenting, personal development, Poetry, Writing | Tags:

Silence,
The silence is toxic,
Not speaking,
Not revealing
Truth.
The truth is concealed,
Still hidden,
Still impeding
Love.
The love is confusing,
Always hurt,
Always defeating
Hope.
The hope of redemption
From disgust,
From condemning
Self.
The self is steeped in shame,
Not speaking,
Not revealing
Truth.
The truth this won’t end,
Still hurting,
Hurting until
Death.



We Are One

There is a saying that when you’ve met one autistic person, you’ve met one autistic person. People differentiate between disabilities, physical disabilities, mental disabilities, visible and invisible disabilities. However in the eyes of the Conservative government all people with disabilities are legitimate targets for exploitation. They try too to divide other oppressed groups whether economic or racial and turn them together. The disabled, the refugee, the victim of abuse, the woman and the worker, we have only one enemy the establishment and its representatives in parliament.

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We are one, we who you reject.
They say that when you have met one
Autist you’ve met just one person,
But a person, not a defect.
Your fear and the walls you erect
Hurt us, but we are not alone.
All the disabled, we are one,
We’re the stone you builders reject.

One, the disabled and the poor,
The black and workers you eject
From your councils, we demand more.
We have a right to your respect,
We are human, you can’t ignore
Us anymore. We vote, we elect!



Reading Neurotribes

I am focusing on NaPoWriMo, but I can’t let April pass without at least one autism post. Yesterday I started reading Neurotribes.

Quickly I read chapter one to get to
Chapter two about my friend’s son Leo.
He’s autistic, but not like me, oh
No. Aspergers is on the Spectrum too,
But there are differences in what we do
Yet similarities you can’t see so
It is the same road upon which we go
And some shared experiences go through.

How is she a friend, we have never met?
She’s the mother of an autistic son.
Most of my friends are on the internet
And their kids will go where I have gone,
The lessons I learnt they have not learnt yet.
I hope they do better than I have done.



We Die More Slowly These Days

wpid-20130808_170110_2.jpgSometimes things fall from my hands, perhaps their grip is inadequate or possibly they’ve forgotten to hold on. Silly little things that have no excuse for falling like a bag of tea, no weight at all, but down it goes. That annoyance is compounded by the stereotypical event of increasing age, that of arriving upstairs with no idea of what I have come up for; it no longer occurs as a joke. Needless to say like many of my contemporaries I could give you a long list of aches, pains, and other twinges, but I shall spare you. Did I mention bladders? Well I won’t, some things are best left unsaid. I suspect a large part of these problems arise from how we have been taught to think of age and for my generation as children we thought of ‘old’ as beginning at sixty (actually I remember when I thought of Forty as old!). We have an expectation of what age will bring and I wonder whether the twinges and memory loss don’t arise from our expectations rather than reality, after all many people happily defy those expectations. If Fauja Singh born in 1911 can still run marathons at his age, I don’t think I can honestly claim my age stops me doing anything, I love that this centenarian is described on Wikipedia as a ‘British Athlete’, I am doubly delighted that it is true.

People say the health services are under pressure because people are living longer, I am not sure who said. “We are not living longer, we’re just dying more slowly”, but there seems to be some point in it. There was a time of shorter life expectancy when we could have expected to have departed this life before our physical systems showed ant serious degeneration. I don’t think I want to return to those days of malnutrition and inadequate housing however much the Tories try to return us to them. What is true is that we are more aware of degeneration with age, but many of the diseases we associate with age can start in comparatively young people. I am sure in my childhood we saw very few people dying of Alzheimers or Parkinson’s Disease, perhaps we just didn’t notice them. Today’s world seems full of debilitating and degenerating conditions we knew not half a century ago. It appears that there are more people contracting cancer, Multiple Sclerosis and the various diseases of the immune system like Lupus, but perhaps this is just an appearance, I don’t have the figures in front of me. However it is the appearance that matters, perception fuels expectation. As long as we expect illness and degeneration our minds and bodies will oblige us by providing them. I don’t know whether eating well, enjoying exercise in the fresh air, generally having fun will make any difference to the process of ageing. However it seems a much better way to approach it than sitting on my airse, moaning while waiting for the end.




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