BBC News – Pakistan blasphemy case: Imam held over ‘Koran plot’

BBC News – Pakistan blasphemy case: Imam held over ‘Koran plot’.

 

We prayed for Rimsha  in “prayer and share time on Sunday, and I have been praying for her since. I urge you to pray for her too. I heard an interview on UCB UK this morning with someone from Open Doors suggesting that they hope this young woman may be the tool God uses to overturn, or at least make this law more safe. Please God, may this be true. All I have thought of all day is the verse from 1 Corinthians 1:

27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.

May she be freed and returned to her family with no further harm done to her.

For more on this story see:

http://www.opendoorsuk.org/news/stories/disabled_christian_girl.php

Lord Jesus, please hear our cries as we ‘stand in the gap’ on behalf of this young woman. May be know your presence and may you take away her fear and give her peace. Thank you for her faith, and we pray you will send angels to protect her and watch over her. May she be freed imminently with no further harm done to her. In your name Jesus, Amen

 

BBC News – Christians take ‘beliefs’ fight to European Court of Human Rights

BBC News – Christians take ‘beliefs’ fight to European Court of Human Rights.

 

I wait with interest to see what happens in the case of these four Christians. I thank the BBC for covering it. I am not sure whether it is really a ‘watershed’ moment. For me, too many of those have passed without comment for this to be that important. However, I recognize the outcome of this case is likely to have repercussions. I have some reservations about the cases that have been chosen.

 

I feel, yet again, that we are making issues of the wrong things and all this is likely to do is get people’s backs up. I do not believe the wearing of the symbol of the cross is of central importance for two reasons: 1) What we do with Jesus is far more important 2) we can live in other, more meaningful ways that bring more honour and glory to Christ than the wearing of a symbol around our necks… We ought instead to “take UP our crosses, and follow HIM.

 

Also I do not believe either Gary McFarlane (relate counselor) or Lilian Ladele (registrar) have valid cases to bring. Around about the time McFarlane’s case was first brought, I was on a counselling skills course at college. I agree wholeheartedly with the opinion of my Muslim tutor, that if he has such objections he should work for a Christian organisation. In working for relate, he has brought the problems upon himself because relate have a policy of not restricting their counselling services, so neither should Mr Macfarlane. 

 

As for Lilian Ladele, my opinion is similar to that above; she does not have a case to bring in working for the state, and should have changed vocation when the legislation was brought in. This may be far too simplistic a view, but I feel both those cases will do more harm than good, and just look like the church is banging the same old drum, rather than reaching out in love. 

 

Over to you…

How salty are you?

We who are strong ought to bear with the failings of the weak and not to please ourselves

What comes to mind when you think of salt? Do you add it to your cooking, because vegetables never taste the same without it? Is it for special occasions, like only on chips, steaming hot from the fish shop, or do you hate it and never use it? We’re warned against eating too much of by health professionals fearing we’ll all die of heart disease, and manufacturers are berated from time to time for adding too much of it to their food too. 

 

As Christians, we don’t have a choice whether we like salt or not, we have to be salt. I’ve been thinking about this recently, and especially what it means for my online presence – this blog for one, twitter, Facebook, and on Big bible where I am a #digifisciple. You can read my recent thoughts on it here. I have also been influenced by the thoughts of Richard Littledale on what it means to be ‘salt’ online. 

 

This morning I was listening to Prayer and Praise on UCB. I don’t always rate the daily devotional kind of preaching slot they have in the middle. It been old-fashioned styleof ‘preaching at’ people from a good few years ago. However, this morning I sat up and took notice — and notes, as he was talking about 2 things that interested me, firstly Strength in Weakness, and secondly, salt; The verse he quoted was from Romans 15.

 

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A slow start, to a slow Monday

Apologies for the lack of posts of late. Have had a big change to my medication regime which makes me feel poorly all the time. I’ve also been writing my next post for Big Bible which will go live later today. Wasn’t able to write that for falling asleep. I had Friday to early Sunday to write those 600 words, but it took me all of that and more the amount of time it took me to wake up and everything. I’m off in a bit to phone Virgin Media and ask for a new router. I don’t know how many times I had to switch it off and unplug it over the weekend. This post comes to you courtesy of a monitor borrowed from my parents. I must have dropped my laptop a hundred times in 6 years with no apparent damage, and then this last time I busted the screen.

Off to find a caffeine shot or something to get some energy into these tired sickly bones…

Digital Sabbath (1) … Who am I kidding, everything’s digital!

An Early Start…

I decided, due to encouragement from others, including Dave Roberts, (aka Partakers_Dave) that this past Sunday, I was going to switch off everything digital. However, as a Facebook friend pointed out, phones are digital too! I keep mine on at night in case I have an emergency, which meant there was the temptation to use the internet that way. That’s why I decided I’d start on Saturday night. I have to confess, I did reach for it, but quickly checked it, and left it alone. However, I didn’t sleep like a baby, as I was expecting to!

I was shocked on Sunday morning to discover the first thing I did after I was up and ready was to switch my laptop on without thinking… there’s a habit I have to break right there! (and, I’ve switched my computer on without breakfast… I notice I’ve neglected the porridge kind as well as the spiritual kind!!) However, I switched it off again, to switch on my radio! This time, I switched it on before I remembered it was digital too. This time, I decided to leave it on for a bit, as UCB Christian Radio has a lot of praise and worship songs on a Sunday, and so the cat strangling began (no actual cats involved, I hasten to add!!) I switched the radio off, and did have a proper quiet time. I love Good Book Company’s Explore notes, so relevant, but without selling-out. Off I went to church, feeling nourished and calm. As an added bonus, I didn’t fall asleep in the service!

What to do, with all this ‘free’ time!

I can’t actually remember what I did on Sunday afternoon after I got back from church lunch. I do remember phoning my grandparents, which meant breaking the Sabbath again, seeing as the phone is digital. Phoning them of a Sunday afternoon is another ‘habit’, but seeing as this is a healthy one I figured it was okay. I did notice that having started the day without the laptop I was more rested in general, with might have something to do with the fact I didn’t fall asleep in my wheelchair as usual, or might just be co-incidence!

I did finally succumb and switch my laptop on around teatime, which was not the end of the Sabbath, as one of my friends pointed out. I’m not really sure why, I think I made excuses to myself that it was okay as I had managed a proper ‘quiet time’ and everything, and I did find in general my head was more ‘Jesus focused’, thinking about what I had heard in church that day on “past, present and future”. (Philipians 3, 1-11, if anyone’s interested).

 

So, what did I learn?

I have to say, I thought I had learned the importance of not switching the laptop on so soon, and here I find myself in the same situation again having switched the laptop on, and blogging before I’ve had my ‘quiet time’ with my Bible. I guess that’s the main thing I learned, though it sounds painfully simple, how soon blogging has become a habit, when other habits are so hard to learn, or so difficult to break! That, and how obsessive I am about checking my phone! Although, I managed to control that better than I thought. I’m really going to have to be more aware of what I do when! It sounds so arbitrary, but maybe I really will have to put a post it note or something over the switch on the laptop so I notice when I am switching it on! I have no excuses at all seeing as care was on time this morning and everything.  I can hear my dear Granny’s voice in my head, about none of those things being excuses either, and so I am off…

 

The one with the ‘curlywurly’

An ordinary start, to an ordinary week!

Given the exertions of the previous week, a restful week this week would have been the sensible thing! Not a chance… It was such a long week that I can barely remember Monday. The two or perhaps three staff that are about to leave haven’t yet left, and still they needed to send a carer from another area to cover the respite sit/PA time. Fortunately, this one was lovely and allowed me the same flexibility I have with my regular carers. I bought my usual shopping including said ‘curlywurly’ (chocolate covered toffee in a curly shape, in case it’s not available in the US!)

I got to go horse-riding on Tuesday, which I love as it gives me so much freedom. It’s time out of my chair, it gets me off my estate where I live, and because the horse is so tall, I have an amazing view of the countryside. For the moment the benefit of horse-riding out-weights the horribleness of the pain I am in, and helps with aches and pains because of the movement of the horse. I have a special saddle, which means I mostly sit ram-rod straight, which is good for my posture. I also have great banter with the people who help me. So far so good, until lunchtime.

The ‘curlywurly’ moment

Tuesday was day two of the D-I-E-T. I decided after the trauma of Sunday that I needed to lose weight to help with the back pain and needed a sweet treat fairly low in calories, and that didn’t feel like a ‘diet chocolate bar. Sounds great. Unfortunately, in went the curlywurly, out came the filling, leaving me with a such a large space in my tooth that I kept hitting it with the tip of my tongue. Fortunately, I manged to get an appt to fix it temporarily within only a few days, which is a bit of a rarity in this country. Before all that, I had to get home. More of that in a previous post, as it’s part of a bit of a saga

Mind-mapping…

By this point I was shattered so had completely forgotten about a appointment. My new OT arrived to do a sort of mind-mapping thing of where my head was at this point… great timing. We decided to focus on what my ‘roles’ were… so I am a daughter, sister, friend, listener… to carers as well as friends. It was so helpful to do that. The OT words were that it helps to ‘validate’ things I do manage to do, and where I want my priorities to be. As it turned out, the things I like doing and want to spend my energy on were on the left hand side of the page, and the things I end up spending my energy on were on the right hand side of the page. Things like appointment, being a service user (of several services) and all that entails, and trying to ‘people manage’, which I have ended up doing all of as I don’t yet have a ‘Joint care manager’, after more than four months of NHS funding. My OT told me that after some investigations, my file has disappeared into the either… welcome to my world dear readers, par for the course for me, however pessimistic it sounds. If you aren’t currently working due to being ill/sick and/or disabled, I’d recommend mapping out what your various roles are because it will help to see what you do manage to do and work out what else you might manage to do or to refocus where you are spending your energy. I spent the rest of Tuesday recovering from it all!

A new hobby

On Wednesday, I tried and failed to find a recipe to cook and freeze and decided to make bread instead. This means with me mostly directing, and the carer mostly doing. Somehow I ended up with more flour on me than the carer did! According to the carer, the bread looked like ‘sick’! However, it smelled like bread as it was cooking and tasted like bread when it was out of the oven… result! Odd, that I felt I’d accomplished something new when my carer did most of the handiwork! I’m definitely making it again as it is so much nicer that shop-bought bread and easy to do.

Me, the Social Flutterby

Thursday arrived, and I had a busy day planned, but fortunately this was a Good Day. Lots of banter with the morning carer, which as I explained before makes a big difference. I had a chance to rest, followed by an appointment to update my care plan. Just after this I got a welcome surprise visit from two lovely ladies who are volunteers with the local social enterprise who teach me to horse-ride. We had a great time catching up and there were lots of laughs. They worried about tiring me out, which happens very easily, however,I had time to rest before I went to a well know eatery with the bread-making carer and a dear friend. I left the carer and went to the nearby cinema with my friend to watch the film “Brave” the new Disney/Pixar animation. Caution: skip this part if you’re planning to see the film as this next part contains spoilers. I’d heard nothing about it before I watched it, but quickly realised most of the stronger characters were female. It’s basically about a mother/daughter relationship, and about being careful what you wish for! The moral in the tale is about finding your destiny within yourself rather than from a fate (or higher being?) which I don’t agree with, but I liked film and how it had strong female role models. All the Scottish accents kept me amused thought the film, and being Scottish myself meant I picked up on more of the jokes than my friend. Or, maybe I just have an odd sense of humour. I’d highly recommend Rachael Held-Evans Review of the film, which you can read here. After all of this, it’s hardly surprising I fell asleep in my wheelchair in the early evening.

Friday morning started uneventfully, and I got ready to go and meet my friend. It was fine, until I tried to leave. It being Friday lunchtime it was difficult to get a taxi. I tried to get my manual wheelchair to my carers car, but realised the wheelchair was completely busted. I ended up deciding to put my walking frame in my carers car and wing it. It’s crazy that I had to walk and put myself at so much risk when I have an electric wheelchair, and can’t get a taxi. I had a enjoyable catch up with a dear friend over a pub lunch, but an still suffering the consequences of trying to walk, even though I only crossed the shopping centre, street, and square, and back again. My feet are red raw, I’m exhausted and in so much pain. I really have to get the transport situation sorted. The rest of the day was a bit of a struggle due to medical issues and fatigue. I just completely crashed when I got home.

Drama, Drama, Drama

I’d hoped the drama would stop today but I started the day with a broken washing machine. These things are part of running a household but I have a smaller washing machine because the kitchen units are lower than normal. Absolute pain as I wasn’t informed of this when the kitchen was designed. However, I’ve made things worse as I didn’t fill in the guarantee. Off to start sorting it out so I can party later!

Transport (or lack thereof!)

A thorny issue…

I am well aware that the much-debated  subject of which I write is an understandably thony one, and to which there are no easy solutions. However, it is one which is having a huge impact on my quality of life. It also has a huge impact of the quality of life of many other disabled people too. I am wary that this will sound like a rant, as too many blogs on these and similar subjects can be, due to the depth of people’s feelings and the lack of any real solutions.

Right, where to begin. Transport has always been an issue for me, right from the point I left home at 17. There would be times I would stubbornly walk places, and suffer the consequences afterwards (blisters, pain, spasms. Other times I would fork out for taxis I could barely afford. I have always been someone who would would rather fork out for transport, and expend energy I didn’t necessarily have, in order not to miss out on social occasions. The impact of not doing so always seemed far worse. On the whole I am of a similar mindset nowadays, there just being many more circumstances, much reduced options and much more fear as a result.

For a while now, I have been compromising a great deal, whether that be sacrificing my pride and scrounging lifts off friends, (I HATE asking for lifts ). This means using my mannual self propell (SP) chair or my 3 wheeled walking frame. The walking frame or my zimmer is okay for short distances such as to/from cars and in and around friends houses. The thing is, I am not particularly supposed to be using it at all, though i can get away with it for what I’ve mentioned above. Ideally, I am supposed to be full time in my electric wheelchair. There-in lies the problem. Unfortunetly, this is where the problems start…

The saga begins..

I spend a great deal of my time trying to manage all these problems. A kind of damage, or circumstance limitation you if you will, due to being unwilling to sacrifice most of my social life. If I were to take my new electric wheelchair everywhere, I would immediately have to sacrifice going to friends houses. Then, I would only be able to go to places if I could get a rear-opening taxi, of which there are few. I’ve tried other taxis. There just aren’t many my electric wheelchair will fit into. My chair is very high partly due to the time of cushion I need and also to a possible error on the part of wheelchair services. I asked for this chair to be slightly lower than the previous one. However, it is the same highet as the last one, and the height of the memory foam cushion makes the highet of the chair from the top of the cushion to the ground still higher. Add that to the height of the chair as a whole plus the headrest, and you see the problem.

Then, add in that the local private higher firm only has a few rear-opening taxis, and that they seem unwilling to use them, either because the drivers dislike carrying wheelchair users (I have often heard this though obviously difficult to confirm) and also that this same company has the contract for carrying wheelchair-using children to school, meaning that these taxis are unavailable from 6am to 9.30 am, and from an unknown time (perhaps 2pm at the latest) until at least 4.30 pm, which is most of the time I need to use them. Given all of this, I need to look for alternatives.

One of the biggest firms in my city  also have some taxis where the door open outwards, but again these are in short supply. The taxis which are high enough for my chair are too narrow to be able to turn my chair round and have the chair properly clamped in. The reverse is true for the taxis which are wide enough. I know this too my cost, as my chair got stuck in one of these taxis. Fortunately, the driver was understanding and patiently working out the best way to extract my wheelchair from the taxi. He ended up removing not only the headrest, but part of the sholder support as well, as these are attached, so to do without one I have to do without the other.

So, are there any options left to consider?

The only other solution is to use the local social-enterprise company, who market themselves as being more understanding that other firms, having staff who are more highly trained and more patient, and also stock the kinds of cars which fit more types of wheelchair. I have used these a few times, mostly without incident. However, this is also not without its problems. I am unable to book a church with them unless I book it far in advance, which would mean me being more organised. Also the times at which you can book can be restricted. There are times when I have phoned to book transport to be told that the person who takes the bookings is not available and I have to call back later. Once, I was simply told that had gone home, and the person at the other end hung up the phone on me.

There was also a more recent incident. I had to the social enterprise where someone is teaching me to to horse-ride. I’d decided that morning to take my mannual chair, (which other people then have to push for me) and book are normal taxi, transfering from chair to seat, and the same in reverse,  because of how difficult it is too book an appropriate taxi for the 5 mile distance from my home to the social enterprise. A friend had booked an accessible minibus for a very similar journey to the same social enterprise, at the same times I also needed transport. When the minibus arrived to take her home I asked if I could be taken home in the same minibus. The person refused. I politely explained I was registered with the social enterprise which they work for and my friend explained that I lived on the same estate as the person he was taking home. Still, the person did not budge. I had not booked so that was that. Off they went with an almost empty minibus, and only my wheelchair using friend for company. If they had been willing to be flexible they would have had two fares for the same distance. Given that they are a social enterprise ake a company you;d have thought they’d be greatful for two fares for the same distance rather than one. Later that day, I explained the whole situation to my Occupational Therapist, who offered to call the company on my behalf and make a complaint without indentifying me. I am too afraid that were I to complain in person, I would then be blacklisted and unable to travel with the company at all. My options are limited enough as it is without restricting myself further.

The impact of all of this on my life is such that I now restrict my social life to those events where I can scrounge a lift from friends and take my walking frame with me, suffering the consequences after. For the situations where that will not suffice, I use my precious carer/PA time and ask them to take me on the bus/in a taxi with my manual wheelchair. The main consequence of this, other than the posibility of injuring the person pushing the chair, is that not having adequate support can leave me in agony, and severely fatigued for at least the rest of that day and all of the following day, limiting what I am able to do in the days following. On the times where I am unable to book support I miss out. I also miss out on using my support for things like the gym or swimming because I’ve had to use my support time for when I need to go out with my manual wheelchair.

As you can read, I feel completely out of options, as my elcetric wheelchair is also too big for the bus. I know this because I used to have discussions with my Dad about this when he headed up the day to day running of a bus garage for a multi-national organisation. He would argue that wheelchair users shouldn’t be using the bus because they weren’t a disability organisation. When wheelchair users complained the driver would not allow them on the bus Dad would go and visit them at home to discuss the reasons why.

 

So, what now?

The impact of all of this is now I have a fear of travelling where once I did not. I am also unsure if my chair would be allowed on trains. I fear not, given the problems I have with buses and taxis. I fear the same problems would transfer, so I have not ivestigated it, deciding it is too much trouble. The consequences of this is that I have missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime: to see some of the 2012 Paralympic Games. There are other issues as well as travel, such as I only have 16 hours support and week not including mornnings and evenings. I could have much more, given the extenrt of my disability, but am unwilling to do so given the impact it would have on other aspects of my life, so choose to have less support, while I still have a choice to stubbornly struggle on instead. One of my carers pointed out to me this morning, that had a sacrificed one sit a week for several weeks, I could have saved up enough support so as to be able to visit the games for a weekend. He fairly rubbed salt into the wound, saying that I would have loved to do it, and that any reasons why I am not going are just excuses. The truth is, I am too unsure how I would travel, given that I have so many problems already with relatively local jorneys, without adding my care needs on top of that. I could of course have thought about a motability car but feel this option is already closed to me. I am unable to learn to drive myself, having been assesed as not having enough co-ordination ir stable enough reaction times to do so. As I have carers rather than PA’s there is too much variation in staff for them to drive a motability van for me. A friend investigated this option for someone else and discovered then that only 3 people were able to be insured to drive the motability car. This is an impossibly low number, given that I’d have to get one of my parents and one of my keyholders insured as well.

I feel I have exhausted all options, therefore missing out on a one in a lifetime opportunity. In my mind, you can’t get any more restricted than that.As to the solution, I have no idea, and it is now to late to find out. I will have to be content with cheering myself hoarse from my sofa and being satisfied with friends’ accounts of the games. I bet no one can cheer louder than me…

Grammar : the s…

Grammar : the scourge of my yoof As soon as I see the word ‘Grammar’, all I can think about is how much I have always struggled with it, and immediately feel a deep panic (or, a deep sense of panic?)  One of my most pertinent memories from school is when my French teacher bemoaned the lack […]

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the joys of being ‘cared’ for….

To blog, or not to blog…

I have no idea whether the subject about which I am writing is often blogged about or not. It certainly has an image problem, as Lawrence Clark suggested in his recent blog for the Indy’s notebook. It is also something which concerns all of us. Someone (I can’t remember who) made a comment to me recently about paying their taxes towards it. I much prefer those jokes to news articles shouting about how much it costs (or will cost) the nation in future years. There have also been articles written about problems within the industry, such as the low wages for long, difficult hours, high staff turnover, (3 staff trained partly for my specific needs are about to vanish!) and lack of organisation. As I do not wish to get any person or organisation into trouble (or indeed myself) I shall not name anyone who is currently working ‘with’ me. I say with, because not only do the best ‘carers’ care a lot, there is also, for me a sense of being in something together, and with the very best ones, copious amounts of banter. Take this morning, for example….

Another morning, with another bugger

Carer A is someone I am incredibly fond of because I like them as a person and because of the startlingly good job they do. I shouted through if they wanted the good or bad news, and they said no news … that I should wait while they prepared themselves (for the headlines). Little things, but makes a big difference. I asked them what they would do when they leave, that they would miss me. They wouldn’t be able to tell anyone they were ‘bloody useless’, for example. His reply, that he would ‘find another bugger’. This is how the morning progressed. The difference it makes however, is huge. I am starting the morning with a smile on my face and a giggle in my throat. As opposed to concentrating on the pain or discomfort, or how hungry I am because I started a d-i-e-t today!!

Thankfully, they don’t all move on to better and brighter things…

Carer B is one who is not leaving, with whom I have similar banter, and who is likely in the coming weeks to moan about having too many hours with me because so many others have buggered off. With whom I will have coffee ‘alfresco’ and catch up on our news after her holiday. A cross between a friend and a carer. A difficult tightrope to walk (or wheel). One who I am happy to introduce to my friends and who all my friends love too. I do not think she gets paid nearly enough for the privileged. As she says, she should get paid at least double for the misfortune of working with me!

‘PA’s’ or ‘carers’?!

Another debate is one for disabled people themselves, whether to employ their own PA’s and struggle to find staff or to have a care agency come in, and all the associated pitfalls. Martyn Sibley is a prolific blogger who has written about this same subject. He chose to have PA’s as it gives him more choice and flexibility. In a ideal world, this might be the route I would prefer, but having had PA’s I’d rather at this moment in time not to have to deal with the paperwork, which makes me feel lazy. Actually though, I’d rather use my energy for other things. Which means, I only have flexibility with the better carers, and I only have banter with the best of them … before they leave. Unless they have dependent children, in which case, they need flexible hours and have no choice but to stay.

It doesn’t take a genius to realise that, (to use another cliche) the current government are shooting themselves in the foot. To truly provide for our future needs, we should invest, invest, and invest again… in more pay, better conditions (such as the abolition of ‘zero hours’ contracts) and in better training in order to attract (and keep!) the best staff for the long term. As it is however, carer A is leaving to work in a branch of a well-known pizza restaurant because it pays more money than care work. Honestly, how is that ever right, even in a recession, that pizza makers are valued more highly than care workers?! Surely this perfectly illustrates why we have some of the problems we have? The world and his uncle (or Auntie) has opinions on this subject, and so here are mine! Am off to enjoy my one day without ‘afternoon care’, a ‘sit’ or ‘respite’, whatever-the-heck-you-choose-to-call-it.

 

26th August 2012

An aside … to do with the leaving of bread(cake) on roof of car…

Carer C and I were playing a game of sorts today trying to come up with all the things she would and wouldn’t miss about our job. She reminded me of one of her highlights! How could I have forgotten that last week, we made bread and the next day I asked her to take however much she wanted with her. That day, as she was leaving, she put the bread on the car roof before she got in the car… only for some local teenagers to stop her and yell about the ‘cake’ on the car roof. She said the look on their faces is one she’ll never forget. This story is one I’ll never forget. I have as much banter with Carer C as I do the others… and I will miss her much *sob*