One girl's battle with life
Do you know what you need to be a primary school teacher in Britain? A 2:2 in any honors degree. Because most degree programs are cash cows for research facilities, you could get into one with quite a mediocre set of A levels. As long as you have a passion for looking after children, you're… Continue reading Primary teachers should be more educated
There are many things I will associate with my late mother. Cheese and wine. It didn't matter what day it was. A Friday or a Tuesday. Mum would put out wine, cheese and some sort of cracker as soon as she walked through the front door. Chocolate digestives. Mcvities, obviously. Nothing but the best, despite… Continue reading Association and loss.
I don't remember factual information. I won't remember that pointless job you wanted me to do, or the abbreviation for a process that takes longer to decode than if you just described it to me in the first place. I won't remember your name. I will remember how something makes me feel, even if I… Continue reading Perception and memory.
Networking is the bane of my career. I used to think I just didn't understand it. I thought maybe it was fear and anxiety and all sorts of things. Now I think differently. It might not apply to everyone, but this is how I see it. The premise is fine: keep in touch with people… Continue reading Networking and autism.
That mirror is grotesque. See that mirror over there? The one that covers the wall. It shows everything. And nothing. It shows me not smiling. Lies. I am always smiling. The soft blankets and matching bed sheets look warm and inviting on the bed. Lies. I miss the duvet cover with no buttons, the ratty… Continue reading A bottle of wine a day keeps the mirror at bay
This started with me looking to combine my current qualifications as a teacher, with my hopeful future qualification within the realm of the criminal justice system. Degree #4 and I'm still looking at piss poor opportunities. The education level of prisoners is poor. The most recent survey by Her Majesty's Prison Service was for the… Continue reading It’s all upside down.
I like to help people. I always believed educating yourself is the best way forward. But teaching people and children to read, write and pass tests isn't going to cut it in the cesspool of reality that most of the strugglers inhabit. Gothboy was educated. He got good grades, could play various instruments, could understand… Continue reading Facilitation, not just education.
Conversation is passing me by at the moment. I dove deep into the caverns of self reflection to find some answers. Maybe this will work for you, too? Some online digging into social skills suggested "anecdotal information" is a useful tool. I have things to say. I know things. I can learn things. Talking about… Continue reading The Conversation Conundrum
I never related to Bree from Desperate Housewives. Her depiction of finishing her housework then pouring a drink, seemed far from my attitude. Yet here I am, 32 and a half years under my belt, house clean and tidy, washing all done and sorted, two glasses down. Oh and it’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I… Continue reading Depression, desperation and drugs.
I am learning all sorts about this hormone. It's effects were of huge interest to me some time ago. And in my usual circular fashion, I am addressing my interest once again. Only this time, there's new knowledge. And this knowledge is answering some questions. Now I know the conclusions made by a mainstream article… Continue reading Oxytocin, attachment and blah.
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