It has come to my attention that our local councillors and social service regard me and my husband as 'crankies' Does it bother me? Yes, and no. As a disabled person, I am pretty positive about my situation. I know my health is challenging at the best of times, so I make the most out of my good days and don't moan about my bad ones.
However, when it comes to our local authority and social service, I think I have good reason to be cranky. Our local authority allowed us to be terrorized in our home for four years solid, when left me and my husband with shingles, along with the added stress caused my health took take a turn for the worst. As for social service, they promoted a carer, who smacked me, claiming there wasn't enough evidence against this person, despite the fact the person was already under investigation when they were sent to me.
As for considering myself a 'cranky'-I see myself under the definition of odd, and eccentric. I am a non-partisan, non-conformist. I will not let my disability control me, although there are days it gets the better of me. Also, my style of dress is probably not normal. I am not a punk, or goth. I don't wear clothes like that go along with the general populace of my generation.
My style of dress is reflected by the weather, mood, and what aspect of my personality, I want to portray to the world. Being disabled, doesn't mean that I can't look nice. It has taken me a long while to work out how to dress myself, although, I still need help now and again with zippers and some buttons. Most of my clothes don't have zippers and buttons, so I can dress myself to a point. It is exhausting for me, as I find getting dress sometimes can be a bit of a hurdle. In hospital a couple of the patients on the ward heard me struggling to breathe while getting dressed. Although, I had had nasal surgery, it is the norm for me to have trouble breathing doing some of the simplest of tasks. I am not sure as to why there are days that breathing is difficult. I just had to have my husband help me with one of my skirts and I am out of breath.
So, if I am called a 'Cranky', because of my style of dress, I really don't mind. I am who, I am, and don't intend to change to suit other people. I would still be this way, even if I wasn't ill.
Any bad disposition I may have isn't aimed at the general populace, but at those who are placed in position either by the electorate, or by choice in a service industry. Then I am cranky, when I find that they either fail to do the job that they were elected to do, or when they endanger the public.
We had the evidence of the four years of hell that we went through with our former neighbours, and they spun it, so that they didn't carry the can and be responsible for the decline of our health that followed. As for the carer, who was suppose to be a professional, I don't pay for a carer to do the things to me that this carer did, and never again.
Thanks to this one carer, I have little or no faith in the system with regards to carers, and care homes. I see that we are just easy targets to be preyed upon by those who are in a position to provide the care we need to maintain our welfare. I am not the only disabled person to be preyed upon by a social service carer and certainly won't be the last.
If anything happened to my husband, I would still be reluctant to trust another carer ever again. I would love to win the lottery, so I could hire my own carer (if anything happened to my husband), so if they did anything to me I could sack them, as I would be their employer. I would then get the respect, as their equal and not taken advantage of from the system.
It seems that if you are not in a position of authority, you are seen to be a pest, especially when you stand up for your rights. When you stand up to the authorities, they don't like it, as you shame them. Rather than living in a democracy, you are made to feel that you are living in tyranny with fascists controlling your every move. If they don't like what you think or feel, or don't conform to their whims, then they label you, discredit you, and make you look like a fool to the outside world. They are in fact the ones that need to take one long look at themselves in the mirror and see that they are the ones with the bad dispositions and are in need of reflection in how they treat those that come to them for help and assistance.
I don't trust the system anymore,as I once did. I was taught to respect those in authority, as they were there to protect and to serve us. I never questioned their authority, until I took the blinders off.
I may be just a mark on the ballot, and a number in the system, but I am a person empowered with the ability to speak my own mind, and if those in authority don't like it, well tough. They are quick to label me and my husband, so I can return the kindness. Except, I don't use labels, I just will tell it like it is.
Those in authority no longer give the public the respect that we, the people, deserve. They treat us with malice and no longer allow us to speak out against any wrong doings that we feel that they are doing to us,the public. The only people in authority, whom I can trust somewhat, is my local MP, whom I expect, to be our voice to air our concerns to those who make the rules that dictate our lives.
love, light and peace
crank·y 1 (kr
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)adj. crank·i·er, crank·i·est
1. Having a bad disposition; peevish.
2. Having eccentric ways; odd.
3. Full of bends and turns; crooked: a cranky mountain road.
4. Working unpredictably; erratic: a cranky old truck.
5. Rickety; loose.
