And then a Rainbow appeared (in the form of two pink lines)

TW a bit of loss, not much

I found out that a baby born after a loss is called a Rainbow Baby… I love it! I love rainbows. I love sunshine amidst rain, the fracturing of light, all the colours, diversity and gay pride – all the best things!

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http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/p/keep-calm-i-m-having-a-rainbow-baby/

 

In December, my partner and I will bring a rainbow baby into the world, if all goes well – which I feel it will. This little human is truly coming out from behind the darkest clouds to light up our lives.

It has been a hard road, and with this unbelievably wonderful development comes a strange sort of guilt. We didn’t have to wait too long. Only about 6 months after we lost our 10 week bean, I was able to see those crazy little double pink lines on the test. I left it sitting on the bathroom sink and watched my partner from the shower as he looked at it. Furrowed his brow and looked at it some more. And then looked at me. His expression was priceless. I had been waiting to see those lines for months; picturing them, hoping for them – even imagining them – but for him, he wasn’t completely sure of what he was looking at.

“It’s happening,” I said.

Our immediate reaction to this was so different from our first pregnancy. Surely the first trimester is the hardest time for a couple who have suffered a miscarriage or still birth. For us, there was no reason to believe that we would miscarry again – except the fact that we had miscarried previously. The stats do show that miscarriage is more likely to happen when there’s been one already (but I can see how this number might be affected by fertility or medical issues that reoccur with each pregnancy).

Up until about 8 weeks, I felt hopeful but overall pretty neutral. Just sort of going through the motions of life. The family members that we told would ask about the due date and we would quickly say “December, but we won’t talk about due dates yet, let’s just get to the ‘safe zone’…” And my beautiful sister would say “ooh I’ve got such-and-such to give you” and I would say, “Okay, okay, yes that would be great – but let’s just get to 12 weeks first.”

At 7 weeks and 2 days we had the optional dating scan. My dates were spot on. I wanted the early scan so I could ease my mind… last time we had two foetal sacks but only one foetus had a heartbeat. The other would probably vanish later on. It was complex last time – not dangerous, just complex. So at 7 weeks this time we were able to be reassured that we had one normal looking little bean. Not complex. But I still didn’t let myself get excited. We saw a heartbeat last time too.

Once I got to 8 weeks, I hit peak anxiety mode. I tried to keep busy, but I was feeling so exhausted and sick. Every time someone asked about the sickness I would say “yeah, it’s bad – but I’ll take it! It means everything’s still happening!” I lay awake at night – something I’ve done since my last pregnancy pretty regularly. I dreaded blood every time I went to the toilet. I almost expected it. When I felt cramps I would freak out. When I didn’t feel nauseous, I would freak out, until it returned. (A lot of my fear around this time was that I believed I had come far enough for a miscarriage to be very painful. Like the point of no return. It was either going to be great, or it was going to be really bad.)

I understand my loved ones saying “You have to be positive”, “It’s not going to happen again”, or “It will all work out when it’s meant to” but these phrases are just words that could not in any way ease the pain or the stress that I was feeling. Yes I needed to be positive – but I wanted to protect myself. No – you can’t tell me it’s not going to happen again! Because, well it might. Yes, miscarriages happen for reasons, I got that, but that didn’t make me feel better because I SURE AS HELL was not ready to go through another one.

The 9th, 10th and 11th weeks were just a sick, stressed, grumpy string of days. I had marked in my calendar each week milestone up to 12 weeks. From about a month out, I even marked in countdown days. 12 more days and we are safe, 11 more days, 10 more days, 9 more days… The ‘safe zone’ of course, is just a thing we say. Some say you need to get to the END of the 12th week, others the 13th. But to me it was all about the scan that we had booked for our last pregnancy, but hadn’t made it to. The 12 week scan.

I couldn’t actually believe it when we got to 12 weeks. I mean, I had only dreamt of getting there and when we did I wasn’t sure what to do! We had the scan and saw our baby moving around, drinking, waving… We left the clinic stunned, buoyed, and amazingly grateful.

WE MADE A HEALTHY BABY. AND IT WAS (PROBABLY) GOING TO BE OKAY.

It rained all the way home from our scan. Then the sun peeked out through the darkness, and a small, colourful rainbow appeared.

🙂

(I totally just made that last bit up, but hey, it’s my story.)

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TTC after miscarriage

TW miscarriage

 

It’s not as if I thought it would be easy, trying to conceive after our miscarriage. And the void and sadness I have felt since we lost our 11 week bean is not going to be filled by a new baby. But – it’s more about the ‘moving on’ element. One baby will not replace another – but when a pregnancy is ended prematurely, it’s like a giant earth-mover has swept down and scooped out a chunk of your life. Not just the immediate weeks or few months, but the entire future you had planned: changing your lifestyle, wearing different clothes, ending work, having a baby, having a child in your life. When this is taken from you, the next year or so that you had mentally, and sometimes physically, begun planning for, is altered and I guess ultimately, delayed.

So, when we see those two lines on the pregnancy test it will be fantastic, but terrifying. It won’t fix the sadness or the loss. It won’t be as if the previous pregnancy didn’t exist. But I certainly feel that I will be able to sort of re-enter the life I had temporarily been beginning to live.

I imagine me freaking out at the 10 week mark and staying home from work for 2 weeks. Just so we can get to the ‘safe-zone’. I picture myself having a panic attack just randomly, in the kitchen, in a meeting, at the shops. Just around that time between 10 and 12 weeks. How am I going to survive those weeks when you know that you’re far enough along for it to be extremely painful, but you are just SO CLOSE to almost being there.

Because there’s just nothing you can do. When I went to my doctor and was like, so, I’m bleeding, she very honestly said, look, if it happens, it’s just going to happen and there’s nothing you can do. And that was pretty much the right thing to say.

At least, I guess I know now how it will happen. I didn’t before. If I know the process, will it be easier? I’ll bleed, the cramps will escalate, and I’ll lose my baby in the work toilet. I don’t think I can go through that again. But if I want to get pregnant, I need to be open to the fact that it MAY happen. But what can I do? Nothing basically. I could wait until I’m more mentally healthy. But I’ve never been good at waiting. I want to be pregnant, pregnancy will bring anxiety, but if I want a baby – then I will deal with it. I can’t have a baby without being pregnant!

After we started trying again, maybe 2 months in, I got my period. I was devastated. AS I SAT DOWN and said to my friend, DAMMIT I JUST GOT MY PERIOD, someone LITERALLY WALKED IN AT THAT MOMENT, slumped down in front of us and declared “Oh my god I’m so nauseous, I think I’m 6 weeks pregnant. I know it’s early but if something happened, I would totally advocate for talking about that sort of thing.”

I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart.

I don’t blame her for being pregnant! And I don’t blame her for telling us so early (I told shitloads of people last time!). It was the sort of… flippant way that she said it that hurt me. Because in that one sentence I relived in my mind everything I had been through and how painful it was to deal with it, tell people, and try to move on with life. When you have not experienced it, you just don’t know what you are talking about. And so when I saw this girl saying that you know, if anything happened, she would just deal with it… well, I saw myself I guess. Before I had any clue what losing a pregnancy would be like.

I shut down. I didn’t even mean to. I just… turned off. I let my friend talk to her about her surprise pregnancy and I actually plugged my ear phones in and looked interested in my phone. I was so rude! But I just didn’t know how to deal! Every so often I turned and smiled as if I was still half listening. But I wasn’t. I was blasting my brain out with Regina Spektor.

(Since then, I have seen this girl and made a point of asking how she was going. I feel terrible that I didn’t engage properly in that conversation!)

Everyone goes through shit. And no one can really know how anyone feels until we live their experience. There are so many things I don’t understand. I’ve never had a close family member go through cancer. I’ve never experienced war. I’ve never been abused or assaulted. There are so many stories I cannot claim to understand, and so I do not blame anyone for not understanding mine.

But I don’t apologise for banging on about my one miscarriage. It’s how I deal with it. Since I have posted about it, I have received messages from friends all over: a whole heap of lovely messages offering support, and a whole heap of people reaching out to share their own stories. So many! Most importantly, people asking me how they can support friends who have also miscarried. (I don’t have the answer to this obviously, but I can say what I needed at the time and after.)

So anyways, just a shout out to all the ladies and their partners who have lost. Keep trudging through life. And if you need to talk about your loss, talk about it. Write about it, sing about it, scream about it. It’s hard, but you can survive. I have just got through all the births of the people who were pregnant at the same time as me, as our due date is nearly here. So maybe even just some time will heal you a little.

In a bizarre way I am actually thankful for my miscarriage and the strength it has brought out in me.

Stay strong. One day life will be better than it is now and I wish all the best for every one else going through the same struggles.

What my Miscarriage taught me about Pain, Death and Community.

TW – loss and blood talk

Disclaimer – this is my experience, I cannot pretend to understand all stories, especially not those of couples who have lost more further along pregnancies 😦

 

Sometimes I joke about my miscarriage. In fact I was joking before my miscarriage (Nurse on call asked if I had back pain and I replied “Well, I do, but I just vacuumed!) and during it (“Tell the boss I won’t make the interview I’m meant to be having now!”), and sometimes that shocks people. But what else can I do? Break down in tears? Blame and hate myself? Humour is a means of dealing with stuff for me, as is sharing my story.

Please understand I am not writing this to garner sympathy or pity. I am sharing to work through what is the most confusingly painful thing I have ever had to deal with, and share for others who have also experienced or are experiencing miscarriage. Perhaps loved ones might better understand how miscarriage might have affected those close to them.

I would also like to at this point admit that having not been pregnant before, and not experienced this, I previously had no idea what this would be like for others. I had no idea. I have previously been completely unaware of the pain and loss involved and have, I am sure, said totally the wrong thing in the past and certainly had a very uneducated view on how this could feel.

 

Surprisingly large amounts of people are unaware (I certainly was) that early miscarriage can be so painful. I think they think you go to the toilet and see blood and go ‘oh!’ I was bleeding for 2 days before, and was not in pain until cramps set in and progressively worsened. When the real pain hit 15 minutes before school ended on a Friday, I knew that it was happening. That morning I had gone to a job interview in the city before heading to my school. I had another interview lined up at the other campus principal after school at 3:15. I was lucky to be team teaching at the time and told my colleague (who knew I was pregnant, and knew I was bleeding – yeah, we’re close) “I think it’s happening” and ran out of the classroom.

What ensued was the worst pain I have ever experienced. The first contractions went about 30 or 40 minutes. Possibly more or less, I don’t really know. A colleague called my husband and told him how to get to school (once again, I joked through my tears “he’s never been here, look for a tall man with a bright red beard!”) and as my principal was guiding the paramedics over the phone he learnt that I was 11 weeks pregnant. Poor guy, that was awkward.

I have had migraines that have made me bang the heel of my hand into my head so hard, hoping that a different pain would take the migraine away. In terms of a pain threshold, I thought I was pretty strong. The contractions were full on. Not like a ‘bad period’. Much worse. When I have migraines I know it’s bad if every so often my feet kick involuntarily. During this, I had to consciously stop both my legs from thrashing out every minute or so. A colleague sourced a heat bag for me. After a certain amount of time, the paramedic said “do you want to come and sit on the toilet now?” She was calm and supportive, and amazing that she knew just then that the time had come. I passed blood and tissue, and would pass more at home later. This woman talked me through it all, and was there to check whether I was having any abnormal bleeding or symptoms.

The other night, when my partner thought I was asleep, and I should have been – I said with a start – “Maybe the paramedic lady asked to check the blood so that she would flush the toilet and not me?!” Hubby was just like “…what are you talking about?” I just had realised that in that act she had saved me from flushing my future baby down the toilet. The toilet I would continue to frequent during my working life. I actually don’t remember if she did flush or if I did, but I can’t remember doing it, so maybe she did. And doing that I think, was a really thoughtful thing.

The next day I actually felt relieved. I felt like the weight had been lifted as the anxiety of unexplained bleeding had ceased. We had good friends around. I drank Gin. I felt great (although I did cry later I think, drunk). I was in a sort of rebound high post pregnancy. I sent out an email to every colleague I had told and let them know what had happened so that they wouldn’t feel awkward later asking me about my pregnancy. I stopped bleeding very quickly. I congratulated myself on the efficiency of my uterus, so quick to dispel every part of the obviously faulty pregnancy.

I won’t go into it too much, but there was an interesting day where my hormones and post trauma brain led me on a thought excursion that can only be described as delusional. The doctor noted that a blood test to ensure my hormone levels were dropping might be in order due to the fact that there had been two foetuses in there originally. With my breasts and belly still feeling big, a sick day at home allowed me the chance to cook up the craziest belief that one had survived. The internet willingly confirmed the possibility of this. I knew it was crazy but I still indulged my damaged brain. (When the Doc mentioned the possibility of one of the beans surviving, I said “well, it might be soaked in Gin!” – seriously what’s wrong with me!?) The next day my body deflated and I looked back at my mind’s workings the day before with amazement.

 

The good friends checked in via text message every few days to check that I was ok. Many colleagues shared their own stories with me. Immediately, so many women and men came and shared their experiences. Most of my workmates would just give me a little squeeze on my arm as they passed, or a sympathetic ‘you ok?’ half smile. This was the best. The office ladies left a cute orchid on my desk. The librarian freaked out when I asked for the key to the toilet there, “Is every thing ok!?” which was cute. The worst thing that people could do was bail me up in a corner and ask me very pointedly, HOW ARE YOU? ARE YOU OKAY? I found myself in the photocopy room with my two principals who (wanting to be supportive) proceeded to very caringly interrogate me with their thoughtful words. I sacrificed my photocopying and got out of there pretty quickly.

The best thing someone said to me was that one day I would be able to offer support and love to another woman who was feeling how I was feeling. And I know she is right. The colleague who happened to be next to me in the toilets (I could hear her always jingling bangles) when I said “Hey _____, I think I’m miscarrying, can you help me?” was able to support me and help me through the experience until the paramedics arrived because she had also miscarried before.

The worst thing someone said to me (which honestly, I had probably said something similar myself when I had no clue) was “11 weeks. So still pretty early.” That is like a punch in the guts. How dare we minimise the potential new life and family member to a timeline of dates and landmark developments? I don’t feel like I lost a child. But I feel the greatest loss I have ever felt. It is the loss of what could have been. Saying, “You’ll get pregnant again” (again, something I have thought or said myself) is a useless statement. I am not pining for a baby. I am dealing with a loss. If a family member or friend died, you would not imply that they could be replaced. No, all you need to understand about how I am feeling now, is great loss.

I kept hearing “It’s very common”, “1 in 4 pregnancies”, but I didn’t know anyone in my family who had had a miscarriage. If it is so common, how come it is not talked of more? Once the heartbeat was seen on the 8 week ultra sound, I lived by the mantra “once you see the heartbeat, the chance of miscarriage drastically drops”. I will not do that again, nor will I tell so many people so early. But – I do not regret that I did.

However, at the moment the thought of pregnancy is a highly anxious point with me. I find myself saying the word ‘anxious’ a lot at the moment. The smell of the toilet where it happened gives me an anxious jump, menstrual bleeding brings with it a deep anxiety and I have had many sleepless nights kept awake by my active mind. Sometimes I am reliving the event, and other times ‘pre-living’ me being pregnant again. That brings an actually quite hilarious situation of me being anxious, about being anxious. I stress about finding out, feeling pregnant, going through that first trimester where I will be always, always vexed about the possibility of experiencing what I did, again. I picture myself breaking down at the 10 week mark, or spending the entire first trimester in a hole, not seeing anyone, and not even moving unless I have to.

This does not necessarily mean we should wait before trying again – whenever we reach this point again I will have to deal with these emotions. And yes, I know that one miscarriage does not necessarily mean more.

Some nights I have lain awake asking myself every WHAT IF and WHY question I could. WAS IT BECAUSE I went on water slides, WAS IT BECAUSE we had two in there and the loss of the unviable (urgh, I hate that word!) twin brought about the end of the healthy one? Was it because we got pregnant super quick and maybe my body allows ‘bad’ eggs to be fertilised? Was it because I unknowingly exposed myself to the Slap Cheek virus that was around in my family? Was it because my partner and I are genetically incompatible? Was it because I don’t eat meat or much dairy? Was it because I lifted all those school books or that big bag of dog food those times…?

In the end, whatever reason our little bean decided to depart was due to something I most likely could not have prevented. More importantly, there is nothing good that is brought on by considering all these questions.

 

I do not in any way apologise for making people feel uncomfortable when I tell them that we miscarried. Especially when people (often good friends) ask when we are going to have children. Are we planning to have kids? Is there any news? If they ask this, we either smile and nod and say “Yeah, hope so soon!” or (depending how I am feeling) I tell them (poor hubby, I don’t often give him a choice, but he said that if writing or talking about it helps me, then he is okay with it – dammit I love him!). Often people respond by telling me their own miscarriage story and I wonder why they would feel that it was right to ask the question then! Have they forgotten the pain they felt?

We need to talk about miscarriage as a death that has been experienced. It is a death of a dream and the loss of a life that was yet to be validated in the way that being brought into the world makes us ‘alive’ and human, even though couples who lose further along pregnancies of course know that the little one inside them is alive and literally kicking. It is a death. It should be respected. But it is a hard death to mourn, and a type of mourning that is hard to understand from the outside looking in.

I am glad that people knew that I was pregnant and knew about the loss. I felt supported and loved. In your first trimester you are feeling sick, tired, and experiencing a weird and wonderful event inside your body. Losing that, I felt empty, fat, and tired. And people around me understood this. I have suffered physically since then with pain that has rendered me sluggish and sore, unable to exercise, and emotionally deflated and sad.

And how can I expect people to always be sensitive to what we have felt? People will always, of course, talk about babies. You will be shown pictures of their kids, you will see pregnant ladies walking down the street, and Facebook will inundate you with ultra sounds, announcements and #nesting and #eatingfortwo. I can’t expect people to stop doing this, and I don’t want them to. I can always walk away from the screen, or people talking. Just the other day I listened as women chatted away in front of me about how horrible being pregnant in summer would be. I would have been at the end of my second trimester then! In that situation, I just moved away.

I am sensitive, and good friends recognise this. At work in the days following the miscarriage a “Kid’s Party” themed morning tea was held by the English team. Replete with a musical performance of that Wiggles song that you sing your kids when you are trying to get them to sleep. This was followed by the coincidental announcement that the AP was leaving because his baby was being born… A beautiful friend at work texted me the night before, telling me he could get the whole theme changed… Hell no, I said. All good. Yes, it wasn’t easy. Yes, many awkward eyes darted at me throughout the song, and the announcement. But yes, I smiled and laughed and pretended I was fine.

 

Thank you for reading all of this.

I am sending out a lot of love to all those who have had to bear the loss of an unborn child. To those who lost, anywhere between conception and full term. My heart breaks for you as my heart broke. But it, and yours I hope, will heal.

I know that this had made me stronger. More importantly it made me realise my strength. It has also however, made me realise the flaws in always keeping the strong face on, when you are struggling. I always smile, even when I am in pain. And this may have resulted in people thinking I am fine. Which I am clearly not. But I am getting better. And if I feel that I need to talk to someone professionally, I will. This episode has left me with the very, very strong belief that you should always, always share your stories. For yourself, for mothers, mothers to be, partners of those women, and for all women everywhere. We are the village and we need to support each other.

 

PS

After the miscarriage, the paramedics left the school grounds, my principal waved goodbye with last words of “Take as much time as you need, ” and my husband helped me out to the car. Before we walked out though, he suddenly stopped “Wait!”, and tilted my face towards his. He wiped the tear driven mascara from my cheeks and all the black from under my eyes. I had put on a lot of makeup that day for my interviews! What a man, I thought. Later he would run into the milk bar for sanitary items and come out with Tena pads. “Those are for people who CAN’T CONTROL THEIR BLADDERS!!” Even though I was writhing in pain in the front passenger seat, with contractions still coursing through my body, this seems hilarious to me now.

Dear Little One (who left too soon)

Dear little one who left too soon

Why didn’t you hang around?

I even had maternity clothes ready to go

It was 2 months since we’d found out

I don’t know why you left us

I assume that something was wrong

I know it happens more often than thought

But hard not to blame me for something I’d done

You were just beginning to look human

At ten weeks, we felt nearly safe

Oh little one who left too soon

It hurt when you went away

It hurt so much OH GODS the pain

Like I was giving birth

Such pain and to know I was losing you

The worst. My heart. Has hurt.

I feel lost little one now that you’re gone

I was loving you growing inside

My life has turned from the course it was on

This sadness, is hard to hide

We will try again little one

Maybe next time you will come

We will bring you out into the world

Love, your Dad and Mum.

If it don’t work, try again #day27

Look, to be honest, it hasn’t gone exactly as planned.

But hey! I am willing to amend the initial #30daystoabetterme into a more successful working unit.

So I think I am at Day 27 and have identified some issues with my current (and let’s be honest – trial run) #30days plan:

a) I keep forgetting what day I am on
b) Details of what I should/should not do have been slightly sketchy and so I have been managing (read, changing) ‘rules’ somewhat flippantly
c) I have had migraines for basically the last 15 or so days. This has been difficult.
d) Said migraines were probably due to the PT training I allowed some students to push me through, and consequently threw my neck out. Not their fault at all, I have always known: Exercise=Migraines.

a victim of my smoothies

Anyway, that said – I feel like there have been MASSIVE gains from this trial-run of a health and well-being kick:

  1. I have decreased my alcohol intake EASILY by about 75%. (not joking, I was basically an alcoholic. Still probably am, but have worked hard to lessen my dependency on drinking as reward.)
  2. I have been seriously eating healthier. (Granted, the smoothies and fruit filled days have fallen away throughout the month but I can blame the migraines for a lack of organisation and at least I can say that I have gone to the school canteen once – as opposed to once or twice a week for some fried snack to get me through Period 5&6.)
  3. I have been CONSCIOUSLY MINDFUL, MOST OF THE TIME, of being positive, brave, helpful and healthful. All you need to know is that my colleague noted “I haven’t heard you complain about Teary Tuesdays for ages!”
  4. I have FELT GOOD. (besides the migraines, obviously.)
  5. OOH! Two more things – once again, whilst this fell away towards the end, I have DRASTICALLY DECREASED my coffee and sugar intake. I used to have 2 coffees a day (with 2 heaps of coffee and 1 of sugar) and maybe a Tea with 1 spoon of sugar. I have had some coffee over the last week, but with 1 heap of coffee and LIKE THE END OF THE SPOON of sugar. When I have tea at home I have been having a slice of lemon in there, no sugar, and at work I have been having half of a Stevia packet.

healthy vegan pizza

I have become a little bit overexcited about the prospect of further #30daystoabetterme program. I REALLY like the idea of putting my energy into a certain aspect of my life for a full month. There are so many things to focus on!

My ideas so far are:

Having a CAR-FREE (as much as possible) month. Embracing public transport, and my bike.

Having a month focusing on things I love but never give time to, e.g. music, reading.

Working hard on my charity. This is something my life just does not allow me time for and is probably one of the biggest burdens on my soul because I want it to be so much more than it is. (friendsofvinaus.com) 🙂

Ok – the big one: A PLASTIC FREE MONTH. (oh no you didn’t!!??) Oh yes I did. A grand plan for some time. This needs actual planning, prep, and the hubby needs to be briefed and on board. But I’m keen!

I could go on forever – a month without Social Media, a month focussing on friends and family, a month of volunteering, a month of ACTUAL EXERCISE, a month of being creative, a month of studying, a month of learning a language, a month of writing my novella, a month of poetry…

Follow me on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Give me your suggestions and/or JOIN ME! It’s gonna get good.

Cheers for the read. 🙂 ❤


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Movement and Meditation? More like, Migraine Management!

Well! What a frikken last week it was. #30days and all that – I lost 6 days to migraines and woke up wondering what the hell had happened.

Somehow, it is #day18. I still feel good. I had a glass of red with my partner’s colleagues last night, and it was fantastic! But you know, I had one, and I really enjoyed it. I didn’t need any more than that.

[“Hi, can I have a glass of Red that is more than a few years old?”
… Bartender looks at me for a few seconds and starts reading bottle labels…
“I’m not elitist or a wine snob – I just get migraines!”]

Otherwise, I’ve fallen off the smoothie/juice wagon as I was indisposed with the tearing, crunching, smashing, stabbing that was going on in my head. Lucky the hubby was quick off the mark of an evening with toast, Nurofen, Paracetamol and water when I walked in the front door, put down my school bag and burst into tears.

[Year 10s – “Miss! WHY WEREN’T YOU HERE ON FRIDAY?!”
“I’m sorry, I had a really bad headache and stayed home.”
“BUT YOU SAID YOU COME TO SCHOOL EVEN WHEN YOU ARE SICK COZ WE ARE YOUR FAVOURITE CLASS!!!??”
“Well then you know how bad it was.”

“Still no coffee Miss?”
“GET BACK TO WORK.”]

This week was meant to be Movement and Meditation Week but that sort of got a bit lost, however, I HAVE been really trying to wind down in bed before I sleep – concentrating on my breathing and making sure my neck is nice and straight, and propped up well on a pillow.

The exercise might have to wait. When will it get warmer?

The Wonderful Land of Oz

Hi. Thanks for coming. Please, take a seat.

Now, I want you to close your eyes for a moment. And imagine that the world we live in does not exist. The politics, the problems, the media, the celebrities and the sport. Not even the history. There is nothing.

Australia is a blank slate.

Now, when you open your eyes you will be are here in Australia again, however it is the blank slate nation. And now, I will tell you some things about Australia. (Remember, everything that you have lived up until now does not exist.) I will fill in the slate of the nation for you.

Every week here in Australia, a woman is killed by her current or former partner. Also, a frightening military force is terrorising parts of the globe, with an army of somewhere between 30,000 and 200,000 fighters. Scientists world-wide have concurred that ocean water temperatures have risen due to human-caused emissions, and this could be catastrophic for weather patterns, ecosystems and species of flora and fauna worldwide. Australia is actually the highest emitter per capita of developed nations! Meanwhile, people in dire need of refuge are seeking asylum on our shores. We turn them away, resettle them in developing nations with questionable adherence to human rights, or lock them away in detention, invisible to the public’s eye. In some sections of our community, suicide rates are 8 times higher than the national average. (Yes EIGHT.) And finally, whilst sexual orientation is understood to be a character element you are born with, people whose love does not fit into the conventional heterosexual category are denied the right to marry.

So that is how things are looking here in Australia, just a few things to get you thinking. How do you feel about these things?

Not great. What is my nation doing about these things?

Well. Your government speaks about TERRORISM as the greatest issue. NATIONAL SECURITY they say. We MUST KEEP OUR CITIZENS SAFE, they say. We must put money into stopping radicalisation. We will spend 35 BILLION DOLLARS on “defence, national security and law enforcement”. This includes intelligence gathering, metadata watching and fighting the propaganda of terrorists cells. You will be happy to know that 750 MILLION DOLLARS will help “extend and expand Australia’s military operations in Afghanistan, Iraq and the Middle East.” Good, eh?

But wait – sorry – ummm what about the domestic violence issue? You know, the whole, one woman being murdered each week thing? Is that not something that all that money can be put into? I mean, aren’t the women CITIZENS as well? And also, that suicidal community – wtf? Is my government doing something about that?

Great question.

Well, as I heard a Minister say on the radio this week, National Security is THE most important thing for the government to deal with. I mean after all, all Australians should feel safe and protected. But (now how did he put it…? something like) the Government can certainly chew gum and walk at the same time, so ahh, other stuff like domestic violence etc are certainly major issues but they can be dealt with concurrently.

So billions of dollars are being put into those issues right? … Right? 

Um. Hmmm I will take that question on notice. How about I tell you about the environment? So, your Prime Minister is not a big fan (ha! pun intended) of Wind Turbines. So, they will spin no more! It is all COAL! COAL! COAAAAALLLLL!!!!

What? You said we are one of the worst polluters!? I don’t like broccoli, but sometimes we have to deal with things we don’t like for the greater good!

Nope, nope, nope. No wind turbines, your PM likes Coal. Good for humanity.

That’s crazy! What’s my environment minister doing about this? Surely they are doing something to promote renewable energy? I mean, Australia is a fragile ecosystem we can’t let the oceans rise 2 degrees even – we’ll all be screwed!

Yes, Greg um, Hunt. Yeah, hmmm. You know, funny thing is, I’ve never heard him say anything about the environment. And he IS approving that coal mine in the prime agricultural lands of the Liverpool Plains… But hey – we know for sure that there will be no Carbon Tax ever again!

Isn’t the point of a price on Carbon to help lower the amount of emissions of business as well as the general public? I mean shouldn’t he be arguing FOR the environment and leave finance to the Treasurer and Immigration to the Immigration minister?

You mean Border Protection.

Sorry?

Border Protection. It’s not so much Immigration any more as it is about protecting our borders.

From what? People wanting to live here?

Yes.

You said they are being put in detention? Is the public okay with that? I mean what are these centres like? What happens there?

Well… we don’t really know… You see no one is allowed to report from the centres… But, hey! We trust the government! When they say it’s all fine, it’s all fine! If the Treasurer says tighten our belts, we say how many notches, Gov? Am I right? (Except when I helicopter instead of drive, but hey, we all have our indulgences, right?)

Wake me up I want to leave! Why is my country like this? What is this? 1930s Germany? Communist Russia? 

Hey! Clean slate remember? That stuff never happened!

Why did you do this to me? Why hypnotise me just to enrage me? Why did you do that? I was fine before, just living my life happily, not even caring about all these things! 

 

Oh Dorothy, you’ve always been able to return. But without the clean slate, you never would have realised what was happening in this country – and you never would have believed me if I had told you. Sometimes you need to back away from a situation so that you realise how crazy our world has become. Now my friend, with this rage, maybe you will feel that it is time for a change. And you will do something about it.

abbott wizard