Thursday 19 January 2012

Personal care and me


Living on my own has been grand during university. I'm still in the halls that I was in during first year and have met someone interesting people, some more so than others i.e. The flatmate with the 'midnight' lover who came round several times during the week and just ate all our food because she believed that the accommodation provided it- NOT THE BEN AND JERRY'S ICE CREAM!!!!!! YOU BEATCH! Nevertheless, I've really valued being away from home and my parents (I do love them but, you know, I need space) and having independence to just grow into a confident and beautiful young woman.

Now, in order to become the most 'confident' and 'beautiful' woman I can be whilst living on my own, I have what's called a Personal Carer/ Personal Assistant. That sounds great, doesn't it? They help with things like: cleaning, cooking, general personal care. I'm a Queen sitting on my own motorised throne, eating quail eggs with smoked salmon on toast for breakfast, reading an issue of Heat whilst working with my PA to achieve an effortless blow dry...... Yeah, like I can afford quail eggs or smoked salmon. I just pretend.

Seriously though, PA’s are great a support for disabled people trying to lead impendent lives. Or at least, they are when you get the right one. Personal care has honestly been one of the most frustrating things about living away but it has taught me alot about how to approach it all in the future, which in a way, I could say I'm grateful for. Usually, you get two choices: you can hire them privately or through an agency. Disabled people get assessed for a care package, which is an allocated number of hours given to you for your needs and is all funded by the council. When I first started and right now, I'm private. This means I employ my own PA which sounds rather good. Kind of like the Lord Sugar of the personal care world. Well, sort of. I choose my candidates, interview and hire them. I've never had the opportunity to fire someone. Would be boss though. Then they'd have to walk out all glum into a taxi with that authoritative/ scary music in the background. I wish it was actually like The Apprentice. Shame that it's not.

I've had good PA's from hiring privately. The only downside is that because I need such a limited number of hours, they have tended not to stay very long, as its not very stable (especially during uni holidays etc) so it has been a little bit tricky. The other option is the agency. The best agency PA I've had, was one that who went the extra mile and was amazingly kind, to the point that she made me pancakes in the morning and homemade shortbread. YES. Agencies are definitely good because they are more reliable. If one is ill then there is back-up. A disadvantage is that they usually do have more people to see, so working together can seem rushed. Reliability though, is really important when it comes to care and it's the one thing I've had a real struggle with. As a student, you need a PA to come get you ready in the morning for lectures. If I'm late, then I've missed out on important things that will be difficult to catch up on (You've gathered that I'm not one of those students who come to a lecture half an hour late, with the banging hangover, gasping for a bacon sandwich. I'm more of those: "ZOMG! I got a first in my literature and madness essay! I have to be in universitee every single day without having drinkies the night before because I is a clevur gurl!" Thus, the drug of choice that most interests me is intellectual and not recreational. Don't get me wrong though, I do like a drink and a night out on the razz, just when I've not got uni the next day. I'm not THAT boring). Similarly, when I get a job, repeatedly being late will result most probably in me being sacked. Keeping to a set time, shouldn't be that hard, right?

Well it was for this particular agency, especially at the beginning of my second year. Bear in mind, that they are paid to assist, by me, so I expect some degree of respect from them. Instead, I've had to contend with laziness, one just deciding to leave early frequently before the end of their shift and an accusation of me treating her like a 'slave'. Nice that. The 'slave' comment was the breaker for me, I just told the PA to leave before getting horrendously upset. I think all the frustration just kind of all came out over shit ones that I'd had recently and I think I was all emosh because I was due on. I remember I got to my theory class and I was trying to be all composed, then I just shot a look and one of my good friends and started again, although it seemed more animated and I manage to partake in some hyperventilation. Always great. Wheeled myself into a feminism lecture, calmed down. Inner belief was restored and I realised that I could do this, because I'm an INDEPENDENT WOMAN. *Cue relevant "Destiny's Child" track in own mind*

Overall then, personal care is often seen as a fundamental part of disabled person's life. For me, it just makes things a whole lot easier, physically. One thing that past experience has taught me is that it really is about the attitude of the person, no matter if they come privately or from an agency. Being in control of your own independence, means that you should to do the same thing with your care. If they are late repeatedly, hurl abuse or whatever they take to doing, you don't need to accept it. Show them the door and find another who will really respect you and do their job properly. They might be hard to find, but once you have, you can get on with your life just as you want to.

PS. Really would like to know what other disabled people think about personal care and how it has affected you. That'd be nice. Drop me a comment, if you like!

 

Tuesday 17 January 2012

I wanna be a journalist!

So, I want to be a journalist. Like a lot of bright young things with a 'talent' for writing and an aptitude for current affairs, I think I can be one. I've been on the prospective journo band wagon for three years now. Yes, I did leave journalism after the first year but clawed my way back in, because I realised it's something I did enjoy and wanted to really pursue. Recently, I've begun to start thinking about what the next step for me is, journalistically. I'm interested in entertainment. Need more work experience. Going to graduate next year. Have to find a job. OH MY GOD!

I do that, I'm a worrier. Not just that I'm a woman with a life plan. I do like doing that, I like knowing what will happen all the time. I don't accept spontaneity. I want everything to be the way I planned because, well, I'm the boss of my own fecking life. At least I fool myself into believing that...

So.... I planned to go and see my ex- journo tutor for a meeting to address my woes. Honestly, can say that he's wonderful still helping after I left that course. I still write for LJMU Journalism which is a pretty awesome student website. Even though it short and sweet, I got a lot out of it which I thought I'd share with anyone who wants to be a journo and basically he told me to stop planning my life so much. SADFACE.

It doesn't matter how talented you are or even how much experience you have, most journalism jobs come from luck and knowing the right people. Journalism is extremely competitive and it helps if you know people to get your foot in the door. If not, though, you need to make those contacts yourself in order not just to be able to pull together an impressive portfolio of work experience, but to get yourself known around your own city. So that doesn't necessarily mean trying the 'big shots' in London, as I was thinking to bump up the old CV, it means staying in Liverpool and focusing on local outlets ie. Southport Visiter, The Echo, BBC Radio Merseyside etc. I've already worked for two of these publications which stands me in good stead. The most important thing I got from this though, was that final year really is when you need to make an impression. That's when you have to start getting the placements. Great for me because I only have to deal with the one I've got coming in February as part of second year work experience.There's only so much you can learn from placements, you don't need as many as you think. You've just got to make the most of the ones you've got.

Before you get your first job, you need qualifications. I'm thinking of doing an NCTJ course for 5 months in Newcastle (Fog of the tyne is all mine and all that). Because I have a disability, I'm hoping to get a diversity bursary (Rhymes) that pays for the course and living expenses. Although, there are loads of courses to choose from but if you don't get that particular course, which lets you take the NCTJ exams, very good exams to take because they teach things including: Ethics, law and shorthand. If you don't though, there's always on the job training (which you get by having a good portfolio and it won't burn a hole in your pocket if money is an issue).

My tutor also said that I have to be aware of my disability. Of course, as a student with a disability you do have the same ambitions as any other but I've had to accept that it may be that little bit harder for me to find stable employment. This doesn't mean I, or anyone else with a impairment should give up on what they want to do but you have to remain realistic.

There you are then. Hope this is helpful to you. Journalism is my goal for now but who knows I might just become Dr Niciu PhD. Just so that I can be known as a 'Dr' and have that title put on important documents like my credit card. Not so great if I'm in a restaurant and someone yells "IS THERE A DOCTOR PRESENT??? I THINK THIS MAN IS CHOKING" and I walk towards him with "YES, I'M A DOCTOR" and then I start babbling on at the man about Shakespeare. The guy that called for help looks confused as he realises that unfortunately, I am not a doctor of medicine, just of literature. Better stick to being a journo for now, love.

Sunday 8 January 2012

Beyonce gives birth to her baby... HOOOOORAH!

So, she's done it. Much like when Mary gave birth to Jesus Christ, Beyonce has welcomed a bouncing baby girl into the world, by the name of  Blue Ivy Carter. Bey gave birth on Saturday, according to reports, in a New York hospital. The Bootylicious mama checked in under the name 'Ingrid Jackson' and spent a whopping $1.3 million on hiring out the fourth floor of the hospital. Congratulations, Beyonce! You've certainly taken your time, haven't you love?

But it appears she has, hasn't she? From the moment she announced her pregnancy on the VMA's in LA back in August, belting out 'Love on Top' and chucking her microphone into an audience's member's face causing them to suffer a severe facial disfigurement (OK... maybe not) then rubbing her belly with a smug satisfaction on her face, the showbiz world went CRAAAAYZEEEE. Seriously, Twitter died temporarily and everyone was so incredibly happy for this one woman that they forgot that childbirth is a natural part of human life, that actually loads of women have sprogs, that Beyonce isn't just the only one. Those who had such a sane outlook on pregnancy and childbirth, were quickly silenced. Although no one knows quite how, it was done. I assure you, it was.

And then it went ON. When is Beyonce going to have the child? She gave us February as a date to write in our calenders. Nope. Fooled us. Her fans were like dogs with their tongues out and tails wagging, ready to receive a treat from her perfectly manicured hand, scented with jasmine and incredibly soft to the paw. Her 'Countdown' Behind the Scenes video, filmed back in September, shows her telling us that she is indeed six months pregnant and that she needs to use a body suit to cover up her bump. AND THEN there was the conspiracy theory that a surrogate was actually carrying her child, they accused Bey of faking her pregnancy and using a prosthetic belly throughout. The most damning evidence was the Australian interview that she did in which as she sat down her stomach collapsed. Check that out on Youtube for all of you who possess an smidgen of doubt. How DARE you if you do. IT'S BEYONCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the news was announced today via online news and tweets from Rihanna and the music mogul Russel Simmons. I don't think many people are THAT excited. All this faffing about has kind of killed the mood. To be honest, I'm pretty angry because I wanted to announce my pregnancy like she did. But now I can't. Obviously, I am not yet blessed with that gift but when I am, it would be on stage. Now everyone will be like: "Back off, love. Beyonce has been there and done that. You should be ashamed. We hope your child, regardless of gender, is born with a fully grown beard". And I will cry and wheel myself off the stage in utter disgrace. 

The name of child is quite acceptable for celebrity standards. I quite like it. It's actually quite normal not like Apple or Willow Sage or what have you. We'll all just need to wait for the first appearance of the little girl, who will probably have learned the 'Single Ladies' dance by the age of 5 and will be worth $53 million by the age of 10. Like any of us will be jealous of that!

PS. Hope you all had a lovely New Year! As part of my resolutions, I'm going to be updating this more frequently. Yes, I'm getting my finger out! Also, might jazz it up abit. It looks pretty plain to me. So keep an eye out for the changes. xxx