31 Thursday May 2012
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There is neither fame nor glory in getting your rocks off due to causing another person pain, suffering or humiliation.
I cannot understand how some people seem to find another’s suffering to be such a delight in their fucked up minds.
Yet people out there are malicious and seem to get some sick kick out of smiling due to them causing another person to feel ashamed, or embarrassed, humiliated or belittled.
31 Thursday May 2012
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There is nothing worse than lying in bed with your brain on overdrive, as you hear all the normal sounds around you yet amplified in the stillness.
Yes that’s right I found myself in bed laying there listening to the amplified sound of the darkness, brain once again on overdrive thinking of all the things I had to get done finish and send off before the end of the week well probably end of the day tomorrow, as I tossed turned scratched at my arms legs and any other itchy part of my now frustrated and pissed off body.
I started to feel trapped, closed in, that feeling of cant breath let me out, as I threw myself out of the safety of my bed and found myself turning on the power button to my computer.
The one thing that I hate and I mean hate with a passion is that feeling you get right before you has a panic attack, you know the one, where your hot, uncomfortable heart starts pounding, room somehow begins to feel smaller and smaller as it closes in on you, and your throat becomes somehow restricted.
Your throat is dry, you can’t swallow, your breathing starts to get faster, and pow, there it is the onset of one crazy mother fucking women.
Well that’s the onset for me,
There was no trigger, ok so I have my period which defiantly messes with a girl’s mind at the best of times, and this period for me is a hum fucking dinger, they seem to be getting worse as I get older.
Not that I’m old, , shit I’m 36, which for the most part I must say my 30’[s have been the most enjoyable years up to date, god knows my child-bearing 20’s were a fucking nightmare, my teenage years well there more of a blur yet from bits I can remember they were not the greatest years either.
So I have to conclude that my 30’s have been enjoyable, old enough to know better and young enough to do it again as that saying goes,
I guess that it’s just one of those nights, one I have to admit I have not had for a while yet one that I am sure will not be the last I just hate that feeling of having to control the ultimate evil of all fucking evils that panic attack bullshit.
For me a panic attack dosnt just stop at the hyperventilating going mental usual panic attack for me a panic attack ends in an epileptic seizure. Although I am not sure which is worse, I have to say that the two are pretty much on par to one another.
Due to my wonderful injury and the effects of having a brain acquired injury I developed what most people with brain acquired injuries will develop which was epilepsy god I would rather stand up in front of a room full of people and say hi my name is angel and I am a drug addict or an alcoholic than say I am an epileptic, however the reality is ‘hi my name is angel and I am an epileptic’.
But me being me and doing nothing by halves, I have bi lateral temporal lobe epilepsy, which in short is all of the epilepsy’s in one, from tonic clonic where you simply float off into a day-dream like state, to grand-mal where you vibrate and shake uncontrollably biting your mouth tongue and often causing yourself fucking horrific bruises, oh yes and you tend to lose control of all bladder and sometimes bowel control, to the more tame epilepsy of Pete-mal seizures where you get the shakes similar to the D T’s.
Which is why for the most part its best for me to avoid the entire panic attack thing to begin with.
I remember when I first got sick and had panic attacks, then almost instantly after I would have a seizure any one of the ones I have just mentioned, the worst and I mean worst part was, not knowing that I was having a panic attack then a fit after it, which was what made me feel so very alone, and like I had gone fucking crazy at the same time.
When they found out that I had epilepsy and acute panic disorder, I was semi relieved the following tests would reveal the tumors I had in my brain which made me gain a sense of almost total relief briefly, before the reality of what I had actually sunk in.
The part of me that had this utter relief, was the part of me that was so grateful I wasn’t imagining what was going on with me, and there was actually a physical explanation, then came the years of learning how to cope with what I have, and how to deal with situations hopefully catching them prior to them occurring.
However certain times of the month for me are more than PMT, they become a fucking living hell, as my hormones throw out the chemical balance that my med’s put into my brain which pretty much leaves me with no control over the whole epilepsy thing.
So in short yes I do still have seizures, just not several times a day anymore like I did when I first got sick, (so to speak)
Yes after 13 years I still find it hard to say that I have epilepsy, although I do know that there are so many worse things that I could have, and yes I do find it hard to give in when I am sick and not keep going, because to me giving in kind of means that I am letting what I have wrong with me beat me to a point, which is something I promised myself I would never allow to happen.
At times my body defiantly lets me know that it needs a break, and does shut down giving me no say in the matter, but I figure that this is my body’s way of telling me too much, now have a fucking break, before you end up doing yourself some kind of serious damage as it puts me into a sleep so deep you would think I was in some kind of coma.
I guess that there is a human side to even me that needs to take a break at times, and yes I know that by taking a break doesn’t mean I am giving in, it just means that I am human, it just pisses me off I suppose, which is probably due to the perfectionist in me and knowing that I am far from what I view perfect to be.
30 Wednesday May 2012
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Looking back through things in life that I can’t say I regret, I wonder to myself were certain lessons really worth the lesson that they taught?
I mean really was it that important for me to figure out the hard way by living and learning certain things that they were totally fucked up anyway?
Regardless these are lessons that I have learnt, despite ignoring the voice in the back of my mind telling me the opposite to what my actions were doing.
Ok so I have lived learned, been burned and continue to live and learn each day, each day just when you think you cannot possibly be shocked by another thing, there it is, the shocked thing faces you, as you come to a stop, a dead stand still, realising that your wrong by assuming that nothing else could possibly shock you.
Not surprisingly it is normally the stupidity of someone else that seems to raise that feeling that begins to set my blood from warm turning it right up to fucking boiling, and then beyond the point of boiling right into the bursting point where I find myself spewing my thoughts out in my blogs.
Yet I am still amazed at the utter disregard that humans show towards one another, how a grown man can continue walking past a couple arguing at a bus stop as he witness’s the female laying into the male, as the male out of sheer frustration hits her in the side of her face, throwing her down onto the concrete as the passer-by continues to walk on as though nothing out of the ordinary has occurred.
Regardless of how or why the couple are fighting, no man nor women has the right to physically assault another person, yet we as humans still continue to do this to one another, meanwhile people passing by would rather not get involved, as they claim it’s not their business.
What the fucking hell?
It’s not their business to get involved, but they will go about their day and tell their friends that they saw some chick get smashed into the pavement, after she laid into the boyfriend while they were waiting for the bus.
That really pisses me off.
Or worse, you know that a child is being hit and hit in a way that no kid deserves by their parent, who is ten times the size of this child, and you know that you cannot do anything about it.
Ok so you do the things you can, maybe you complain to the cops or the child safety wankers, about suspected child abuse, yet really this does not stop the fact that this kid is having the shit kicked out of him or her behind closed doors.
There are some things in our world that continue to shock and utterly piss me off, yet one voice which is normally my voice, makes very little actually no fucking difference in changing things that are not right within our world.
Sometimes I find myself wondering why the hell I even bother, and then I remember, I bother because I care, I bother because I can’t sit by and justify a homeless man dying on a public bus stop, with no family, I bother because I will be fucking heard out there somehow somewhere, sometime.
What goes around does come around, I know it does, just pisses me off at times how long the universe takes when using karma and inflicting onto others the pain and ongoing bullshit they continue to inflict onto others
29 Tuesday May 2012
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Driven by what I believe in, straight to the point, often known to lack intact, not one to shy away from confronting issues.
I have respect for others opinions as there is neither right nor wrong answer in relation to a person’s ideals or perspective.
I expect nothing from others this way I avoid the frustration of being let down.
29 Tuesday May 2012
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Choices Inc. ™ is a not for profit public incorporation, that is registered with an Australian Business Number supplied by the Australian Taxation Office, including GST registered. Choices Inc. ™ provides assistance to individuals, families and couples who require support due to hardship.
Choices host a diversity of Independent professional team members who are fully trained and qualified within their role. Team members consist of Community resource navigators, Life Coaches, Education Coach’s, Support and Case Managers including Administration staff.
formation of a team of professionals has been based on the requirements of individuals ensuring that these requirements are met in an appropriate, professional manner, with sustainable long term outcomes. Providing team members have the ability for appropriate assement of individual case requirements and have access where appropriate to an encouraged multi-disciplinary approach of service providers. The advantage of having an extended united network of professional service providers such as medical, dental, Local State and Federal governing bodies ensures the high quality of care is provided by Choices at all times.
Choices is creating a co-operative community with a diversity of personalities and lifestyles that enable us to shape our environment and live with people of our own choosing. Our primary views are social, educational and ecological & emotional stability for individuals within the Co-Op Community. Enabling members within the Co-Op Community have access to a range of support enabling individual’s inclusion within the growth and continued expansion of the Co-Op Community Choices has implemented a range of tools for individuals to access as we work together in building the highway of tomorrow.
The mode of learning is designed to be as diversified as possible to suit the needs of all of us. The emphasis will be on the apprentice/learning exchange approach where all who wish to learn would seek out those who have some skill or insight to offer. (Skill sharing) including gainful employment and skill building enabling individuals gain skills that are required to retain and maintain employment that improves their overall life style, self image encouraging self worth and values.
In short you learn how to do it yourself with the help of some friends.
We do not seek to create a community with its restrictions on personal growth…
We will go beyond our community whenever it is beneficial enabling a stronger alliance between the greater community and individuals offering a greater range of services accessible to individuals for long term sustainability.
The interchange should be fruitful to the members of the community co-op as well as to society at large.
We are aiming not only for a diversity of styles of living but for a variety of social groupings.
We envisage four types of social grouping within the co-operative:
This allows for individuals, single parent families, blended families, communal or extended family groupings.
Choices in visage’s the community housing co-op will provide support to adolescents who are exiting from formal care arrangements where they have been used to a formal supervised style of housing under the current legislation for the Department Of Child Safety and Welfare. Focusing on adolescents gaining confidence building support networks and skills to enable they exit into the greater community
The basic unit of the community is the two bedroom lowset townhouse style unit, in which dwellings are grouped together, in the security gated complex. Close to transport, schools, and shops including medical facilities, parks and walk ways.
The co-op community lends itself to a variety of expressions – any arrangement of independent living, in a community that is focused on building support networks within local health, education, and recreation and community activities focusing on the reality of today, with finding means of creating an environment that encourages an active role of our resident’s as we create a place that is harmonious, and beneficial to those who are members of the co-op including those within the greater community.
Individuals will have a tenancy agreement which follows the RTA guidelines with the advantage of NHRS subsidised rent incorporated as we unite with Queensland’s Department of Community and housing, Rent Connect, and the Gold Coast City Council. Individuals will be responsible for the up keep of their town houses, general cleaning and maintenance, under the RTA guidelines, ensuring that they make regular weekly rental payments.
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The community strives to succeed in building a self-sufficient and ecofriendly environment for our residents and greater community to enjoy. Choices strive to provide an environment that will pave the road to home for the individuals within our local and extended community who are doing it rough.
The outcome for provision of co-op complex living is to enable residents the opportunity to establish and rebuild a strong rental portfolio whilst being part of building an environment that is secure, safe and accessible to low income earners across the board.
28 Monday May 2012
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I have always said that we cannot teach something unless first we the teacher has experienced the subject that we intend to teach, having made this statement, the cliché that a good teacher will learn from their students, is a bold yet true statement.
Just as adults can learn from the simplicity in a child’s play, their imagination which is somehow manifested into role play and dolls, hence why child physiologists use play in their physiology with children.
If you have ever noticed, when you watch a child play he or she will often without realise mimic things that are happening in his or her world at home.
This is part of a child’s innocence, and can often shock you the now student watching as two children interact in their games with one another.
This innocent playing between two kids, is the very thing that would stop me in my tracks,
Kids can tell so many secrets that there told by adults not to tell just by the way they pretend within their make believe games.
Again this can be a total shock when your far from expecting it, yet worse, more shocking when you realize that the child is role playing as the adult and telling the younger child, what the mother in this household would say to this kid on any given average day.
‘do not answer the door no matter who knocks, ok!’ the kid begins with, (I can’t elaborate with his hers exactly whilst smacking out this blog due to the whole confidentiality thing) ‘you keep my phone, and I will ring you on it, do not pick up the house phone on the wall just my mobile because I will only ring you on that phone number’ are the instructions that follow, saying nothing as the pair keep playing the child who was mimicking the adult finished playing the game by adding ‘I have to go to work, remember do not no matter what or who comes to the door, do not answer it!’.
Ok so now we know young kid is being not only left at home fuck knows when and for how long or how often, obviously often enough to role play the entire scene word for word, yet worse, now I fucking am aware of this situation, and feeling somewhat sickened in my stomach at this new found lesson a child has just taught me.
Now had I just asked the kid outright if it was left home alone, what kind of answer would you have given; no I wouldn’t have gotten the real answer that one is for sure.
Adults have a way of putting some deep implanted seed of fear within their child’s innocent nature, in order to cover their own stupid arses.
When at the end of the fucking day there are always alternate arrangements that we as parents are obligated to make when we have children. Yes I know that work is important however so is the fucking safety of a child just over the age of 5 and under the age of 10.
Yes being a single parent is not an easy role to for fill, yet it’s a reality that a lot of people fucking juggle between kids jobs school drop offs kids wanting to play over on days off and fucking house work
So what exactly gives a parent the right to fill a child full of fear?
Terror of what will be the adult’s consequence for leaving the child home alone for example if some authority did knock on the door.
This is where I believe problems of anxiety and worry steam from, from parents doing this kind of head fuck to their kids.
I mean fucking hell my possessed mother still has me more freaked out than the fucking thought of going to jail or the police.
Although they do state that mental illness on certain levels are a mixture of genetics by being inherited however how much is inherited and how much is induced by the fear of fuck knows what being placed into the child’s mind at an early age? With some idiot of a parent treating the child with god only knows what as being the thing that stops that kid answering the wall phone, much less daring to answer the phone on the wall? What demon or monster has this parent thought up to put such terror into this child to make sure that it doesn’t tell anybody that it is left at home on its own a lot?
There is a lot we learn when we just watch those simple minds of pure innocence as they interact with one another, fight, argue, and battle to find their individuality.
Sometimes, we wish we didn’t actually learn certain lessons that a kids play has shown us, especially the dark sick twisted ones where a child is being abused by a Friend of the families, or a family member, but none the less, sometimes you as the teacher can learn a lot from those who learn from you.
27 Sunday May 2012
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Things are never that bad that you have to take your own life out of this world, yes I can say that there are times that things may seem pointless, but there is always somebody out there out who cares.
Even in our darkest hours, there is always a light that still flickers somewhere even if it is so deep in the tunnel of blackness that tiny little flicker is still there somewhere.
Sometimes we just need to find it somehow, sometimes we need to scream to be heard, and sometimes we have to hit the bottom to climb back up to some kind of level.
Sometimes people just snap without warning, and end their own lives without realising they had the strength to do anything remotely like this.
Friends and family of the person will often say, ‘we never saw it coming’ people that are left in the wake of suicide are left with a gutted feeling, followed by empty, sad, and a continuum of emotions to follow, from regret, remorse, to angry, to hate, to sad and back again.
Suicide is the ultimate resort when it comes to extremes, for some they carefully plan the day they intend to die, for others it simply happens in an instant an impulse that is not thought out prior to the act it is just one of those things that the person who ended their lives could no longer continue to keep living on earth for.
There are many myths and misconceptions surrounding suicide and the why a person chooses to end his or her own life, suicide prevention methods, and signs to look out for if your concerned about a friend, family member co-worker, neighbour, whoever it is that is making you think that he or she has suicidal indentations.
Yet the reality of the whole life death suicide thing is that we have no more control over a person who is wanting to kill themselves, by putting their action of carrying their suicidal plan out off for a little bit longer, only dragging out the misery for the person wanting to be dead, and yourself the person who is claiming to be their saviour their intervention their reason for not being dead as yet, however this is borrowed time, because at the end of the day if a person really wants to die, they succeed.
Truth is be known the person who you have successfully intervened by post poning the inevitable has probably died in their souls,
their physical bodies just going through the same old shit different day kind motions.
Individuals who commit suicide out of the blue as many family members and friends will state, as this loss hits each person that the victim of suicide has taken, all I can say is, death by accident in an unplanned car collision or by a tree getting struck by lightning and landing on top of someone, or any other freak accident one day out of nowhere ending someone we love or care about lives is not planned.
It’s the shock of not realising that this person was so unhappy so lost so isolated that many people who are left to mourn suicide deaths are unable to accept.
It is with this human nature of not being able to accept something for what and how it is, that some wanker came up with suicide is a coward’s way out, oh and the classic, suicide is selfish.
Got to fucking love that saying, suicide is selfish!
Let me ask each and every one of you reading this that if suicide is selfish then how is life that we are supposed to be so blessed with, a gift?, when it’s a gift none of us have asked for?
The choice to end your life, has obviously been one you choose, so how on god’s earth is this fucking selfish?
Oh yes that’s right selfish because of those you leave behind.
This is just another one of life’s many head fucks that it seems to hand out.
Nobody asks to feel so alone, that they want to just curl up in a ball and literally die,
Nobody asks to have life’s shittiest crap thrown there way.
It’s not like your standing there with your hand up shouting ‘oh pick me pick me’ as life throws another shit Pattie your way.
Now I am not one to sugar coat bullshit, to me it’s a waste of time.
What’s the point of making shit taste sweet briefly?
Nothing is what the answer to my hypothetical question is.
Call me pessimistic, I call it realistic, although this has not been a trait that has come to me with ease, I have had to learn it.
Which I have learn t the hard way, time after time I have been burnt by some moron or some fucktards actions,
There was once a time I was naive,
With a fairy tale picture in my mind that portrayed this bullshit rainbow picture that everybody on the face of the earth was good and everybody only want to see good things happen in your life.
Well wasn’t I wrong?
Yes I was.
Not everybody on earth is good, nor do they all want some good to happen to anybody other than themselves, some people are damn right selfish and nasty bastards.
Face it the reality of life, is it comes down to the survival of the fittest or the cruelest depending on which way you look at it.
Whatever way you view it the same answer will always come back around, and that is we are all born we all die, how we die, well who knows, when we die, I guess that’s a fine line between fate and destiny.
Either way it’s the same outcome as our bodies return to their original form, ashes to ashes dust to dust.
27 Sunday May 2012
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Just when you think that you have hit rock bottom in your life, you discover that there is another form of low the one where you find you have nowhere to call home this is degrading, demeaning a new low of lows that most people have never experienced until one of those situation’s we all say will never happen to us, is happening and very much a cold hard reality that is life changing.
There is no stereotypical reason for it happening unlike the newspapers and tabloids would have you believe, it does not always happen due to alcohol or substance abuse, family and domestic violence or rent arrears, it does not always happen for the reasons that we assume it to happen.
Yet we still have a picture in our minds eye of who and or what a homeless person looks like and still we have this naive idea of why they are homeless.
It sickens me to the very core that people think that homelessness is choice.
First let me point out something obvious, it is NOT a choice.
Secondly it is not easy, to find yourself looking for somewhere to stay overnight day in and day out
As each day pass’s life becomes more of a battle, as you face each night with the cold hard reality of the concrete and a card board box.
Governments and other so-called help organisations such as volunteer community groups and the likes of, neglect to tell people is that homelessness is now a pandemic across Australia, not to mention worldwide. Yet it is so quickly overlooked and the buck passed.
Each and every day we have People living across the world in poverty, no food, cloths some countries having no access to clean drinking water, Babies born with HIV, and often becoming orphans due to their parents dying of disease such as AIDS that is now running ramped. Older siblings are left to raise their baby brothers or sisters, with little to no outside assistance; however this is seen to be the ‘norm’
We have people across the world that live in less than humane conditions countries of war and blood shed as their forced to collect rain water to drink, their families cast into the streets by the military, and thousands of asylum seekers each week attempting to find a better future for themselves and families as they enter the Australian border.
Here in the land down under the arrival of several boats a week has increased in frequency and by the number of illegal passengers they are carrying, these individuals will spend 6 weeks sometimes out at sea, in less that inhabitable vessels to arrive in the boarders of Australia, some carrying disease like typhoid, TB, etc., as they are taken ashore and put into the detention camps along western Australia and further up into the Northern Territory.
These camps are far from pleasant environments for those who speak very little to no English, who are now in a strange country and will face the uncertain lengthy wait to try to gain visa’s to stay here within a country that simply does not have the physical room to house, and accommodate the new comers.
For many the months sometimes years in the detention centres will break souls, crush hopes, and become a new form of living nightmare, from the nightmare they have attempted to gain asylum from.
Riots are not unheard of in these camps as desperate people will do just about anything to be let out, such as horrific self-harm, (sewing their lips together) to enable them to gain medical treatment outsides of the detention camps, as they run for freedom, in a country they have very little to no real understanding about, as they attempt to fit into communities, no English-speaking backgrounds, no money, as we find a new group of people who are suffering the cold hard hand of life without a home and living within the concrete walls of the cities.
The Australian government claims to give funding of up to $6.4 billion dollars 2010 -2011 to organisations to assist with issues such as homelessness or people who are at high risk of becoming homeless.
The above funding is designed to assist those within the mental health service to provide assistance to individual’s families and couples who are suffering with mental health issues, designed for assisting adolescents, as the increase of issues such as substance abuse, domestic and family violence as relationships become strained with the increased burden of personal finances etc.
So I ask the question where is the money that the government has allegedly paid to assist those who are suffering hardship.
Certainly not into provision of additional housing, as hundreds sorry I stand corrected thousands of homes across Australia are sitting vacant while people are sleeping under bridges, behind industrial bins with no fixed address’s therefore not being entitled to a government benefit to assist them, due to lack of being able to provide the system with a fixed living address. (The rhetorical problem no home means no living address, means no social security payments means zero income even at the minimum payment rate that individuals, families and couples receive on benefits)
Coupled with lack of professional training and or skills within the majority of community organisations as these organisations do not have funding to secure the qualified professionals required they will often employ individuals who hold no formal qualifications in social work or case planning management, which causes a snow ball downward spiral of making a situation turn from tragic to horrific.
The use of individuals without knowledge and formal training in the provision of services to individuals who often require professional advocacy skills to assist on the individuals behalf for medical treatment for example, including advocacy to represent individuals with government departments and legal services across the board, is not only dangerous, for both the employee of the service but can have detrimental outcomes for individuals accessing services.
It is about time that governments world-wide took a stand and accepted responsibility for the global financial crisis that is casting millions into below poverty situations, as the leaders of our countries attempt to bring their budgets back into surplus.
Innocent people are suffering lives are being lost, and for what?
Governments neglect to see past numbers and percentages the world leaders fail to see humans as a form of life, they look past the human element in order to continue writing their policies and outlining their laws, forgetting that without people they would have no countries to govern over.
Not only am I totally frustrated with the red tape and procedures that these arse holes put people through, i am disgusted at this world summit that is going on where all these country leaders have gathered to discuss issues affecting the world as a whole, when our countries are literally falling to fucking pieces.
I fail to see how the gathering of a group of once lawyers now politicians is going to serve real people the ones who make up countries any justice. I mean honestly what the fucking hell is Obama going to do about the mental health crisis? that affects everyday people on an everyday basis, or Julia Gillard what are her fucking plans to assist those in need, apart from feeding us more bullshit, spitting out a $200 payment to families once a year as a so-called extra income payment for the price the fucking women introduced as carbon tax, yet somehow she continues to run our country further into the ground!
Although I do no that all my ranting will not change nor alter the facts for what they are, and yes I do know that my ranting is futile, however like any other human being in this world, I am another to add to that list of incredibly fucked off people, who think that it is about time the world leader’s stood up to their roles and led the fucking world out of this huge mess and sort it out?
26 Saturday May 2012
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Acquired brain injury is a complex and individual condition. There are different types of brain injury, some injuries to the brain can be a result of an accident, stroke, alcohol or drug abuse, tumours, poisoning, infection and disease, lack of oxygen, haemorrhage, Aids and other disorders that affect the brain like Parkinson’s disease, MS and Alzheimer’s.
The terms head injury, acquired brain injury (ABI), or acquired brain damage (ABD) is used to describe all types of brain damage which occur after birth.
Acquired brain injury is distinct from intellectual disability.
As we are all different with relation to being unique humans people with brain injury symptoms are dramatically different for each person that has experienced it.
Like any other injury have various things that can happen, for instance controlling, coordinating and communicating their thoughts and actions but they generally will retain their intellectual abilities.
The brain controls every part of our being: physically, intellectually and emotionally.
When the brain is damaged, some other part of ourselves will also be affected.
Even a mild injury can result in a serious disability that will interfere with a person’s daily functioning and personal activities, often for the rest of their life.
While the outcome of the injury depends largely on the nature and severity of the injury itself, appropriate treatment plays a vital role in the level of recovery.
Traumatic Brain Injury
Traumatic brain injury (TBI) is a type of acquired brain injury (ABI) caused by a blow to the head or by the head being forced to move rapidly forward or backward, usually with some loss of consciousness.
I acquired my brain injury as a result of a fall fracturing my skull when I was 11 years old.
When the bones in my skull healed this resulted in them trapping tiny vessels across different parts of my brain, therefore forming AVM’s anterior venous malformations, these malformations by rights, should not allow blood to flow through them, however, mine somehow have formed into functioning AVM’s, which I guess has it’s good and bad with it.
Although my brain acquired injury after the initial impact and healing from a fractured skull laid dormant up until I was 23 -24 years old.
TBI can be caused by numerous things, like a motor vehicle accident, a bang to the head, fall, assault, sporting accident, gunshot wound, or violent shaking.
As a result of this blow or rapid movement, the brain may be torn, stretched, penetrated, bruised or become swollen. Which I can assure you is not a fun experience, as you end up with a searing pain the worst headache you can possibly imagine.
Oxygen may not be able to get through to brain cells and there may be bleeding.
The impact on the individual
As I stated earlier each person is different therefore there is understanding in the community about brain injury and the impact it can have on individuals.
It is common for people with a brain injury to get tired more quickly, have difficulty with short-term memory and find it more difficult to concentrate and to remember information.
There are five areas in which people with ABI may experience long-term changes:
How serious these changes are, such as a person becoming more impulsive or getting lost easily, may only become clear over time.
Therefore it is important to gain a wider understanding and knowledge of the impact that ABI has on us overall.
Although research has defined the five main areas that most people who have ABI experience this is based on an overall finding of research that has been conducted up to date.
ABI and the effects of brain injury is complex, as we continue to research the effects on individuals who have suffered any form of ABI.
ABI however is neither an excuse nor a reason for a person’s actions, awareness overall of the effects of ABI should defiantly be made more available to the community.
Choice’s strongly supports the research and dedication of those committed to finding out and demonstrating the effects of ABI.
Choice’s is committed to bringing an overall awareness of ABI to the community including the importance of looking after your brain in terms of chemical and substance abuse issues, that lead permanent damage to our brains.
We focus on prevention is better than cure, hoping that we are able to educate inform, and implement things like soft helmets for sports such as rugby, and contact sports.
Protecting our heads is the first step to avoiding Brain acquired injury, educating ourselves about substances and disease including virus’s that can affect our brain causing a brain acquired injury.
24 Thursday May 2012
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When I am typing anything, writing anything, the way you will read it is pretty much the way in which I have actually said it out loud.
I have developed this habit of when I type I speak the words as my fingers mechanically smash them out onto the screen.
Therefore it is not often that you should (yet some morons do) get confused with whatever it is that I have to say at the time.
Over the months I have been busy as a bee in honey season, putting it of course politely, with work trying to get these bullshit grant submissions written and of course in between that working, and studying as well.
24 fucking hours in one day is simply not enough time, yet people continue to tell me I should take a break go for a walk, enjoy the daylight.
What the fuck, I have told people time after time, that I am sure no I am fucking positive that I have become some kind of creature of the night, due to the sun fucking killing my eyes as it blinds me when I do manage to make it down to the rubbish bins to take out the rubbish, which is about as far out into the big bad fucking world as I choose to go.
Then I come back and finish the bullshit that I am doing in order to have some geek behind a desk in the government somewhere decide if my grant submission contains enough information, meets the criteria and guidelines for the grant, prior to fucking about and putting it on the pile of past or in the fucking bin with failed.
Now one would assume that writing the submission to the government for funding was a straight forward task, well this is number one reason why one should make it a rule not to assume, as grant funding applications are the most complicated fucking things to write.
Then to top it off you have to make sure you use the correct terms, such as holistic, and implementation, fucking hell!
So here I am at stage 3 of a 3rd grant, again for funding to purchase into a block of half-finished units, thanks to the dick head builder going broke they have gone into some kind of receivership sale, which yes I good on one hand although they are only a quarter built, these are a brilliant opportunity to buy into and finish building in order to house at least 70 or more individuals.
However, oh yes there is a fucking however, this funding is not fucking easy to access despite the bullshit that the government spouts out about how they have allocated $64.8 billion dollars this year alone for housing and organisations to obtain funding for housing, within the community.
Where is the fucking money god!
I only need like $300 + thousand dollars, and bobs your uncle Lou reed’s your second cousin, and Mary fucking Jane is your long-lost aunty.
Damn how hard do you possibly think this can be?
Let me tell you, if you aint go the words religious group, in your business somewhere, then your fucked.
No fucking way no how are you going to find gaining partnerships and funding though the god damn hypocritical government an easy or passable method to assist those in need that need real help not just to be told to have fucking faith in the lord blah, blah.
However every day, organisations with the religious stamp on them, who do not have staff that is remotely qualified to deal with situations that individuals, families and couple’s face, nor have they dreamed about what these people could possibly be going through much fucking less lived it.
No sister Teresa, and mother Mary are fucking sacred.
Yet the governments throw money at them left right and centre, despite their so-called organisations constantly turning people away who seek assistance claiming that they do not have funding etc.
Frankly this statement that these organisations make is nothing more than an outright fucking lie.
They do so have the fucking funding to support those who are in desperate need of help, what they do not have is the ability to help the person, family, or couples who’s case may be complex, and require a multi-disciplinary approach, careful planning and actual real-time spent with them to work through their situation together.
Oh fucking hell no, don’t work with people on finding solutions simply degrade them further and send them packing, after some fat women behind the counter asks the family if they have a car, and as the mother of the family nod’s the women replies, ‘oh ok lovey, at least you can sleep in that tonight’.
I mean honestly what the fucking hell kind of reply is that? And worse its yelled out half way across a busy waiting area that is filled with people filling out forms.
I shake my head at times, and wonder how the fucking hell these morons are in a job where they can cause so much fucking harm that it’s almost unthinkable.
But me being the stubborn and determined bitch that I am continues to wade through these questions on these fucking grant submissions because come hell or fucking high water I will find a way to get the money to fund these units and I will continue to grow within my community, and beyond (evil laugh), time for you bible bashers to go back to door knocking around the local streets and preach how much Jesus love us to the asylum seekers or some shit!
Perhaps go to university and learn about the role your supposed to have knowledge and qualifications in, or fucking try living it then going back to university to get those bits of paper you need to be able to provide services that people so desperately require yet you lot seem to find amusing in your fucking tea rooms.
Somehow I have bypassed pissed off and headed straight down the fast lane of repulsed by these groups these oversized fucking cults who do nothing but cause so much more harm to innocent people who have fallen on hardship.
They make me physically sick to the core.
So it is with that thought I leave the world of blogs head off to make a coffee do a wee and continue with this fucking bullshit application submission.
Take care bloggers
