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UNCRPD, Ireland’s ten-year moral outrage

Ad nauseam.

Ah yes, you know the term.

In proper Wikipedia language, it reads “An argument or other discussion that has continued ‘to [the point of] nausea.” In Irish slang, “We are bloody well tired of talking or hearing about it.”

And that, dear reader, we are. Severely sick and tired of hearing that the Irish government will ratify the UNCRPD by a specified date, only to find out that they very silently forgot to live by that promise. Needless to say, having the gift of the gab in Dáil Éireann is an advantage, yet those we elected to represent our very needs refuse to use that gift when it matters most. Continue reading

MS Ireland: Hope & Empowerment

0480eb81-cea2-43aa-a6ba-7e028db14c361It’s not the first time I sit back at night and go over past moments that left me inspired and willed me forward to do more, much more.

As societies go, there’s a lot of goodwill in MS Ireland, our national MS society. There are also hard facts that tell you that this is a group of outstanding people working towards one goal only: to significantly improve the lives of those living with multiple sclerosis, including their families. Continue reading

2014 Budget plea to the Irish government

Dear TD,

October 15th 2013 is drawing nearer and nearer. What the government might perceive as getting closer to stepping away from austerity measures and recession, disabled people are once again holding their breath of fear of finding out if they will be attacked once more. Since 2008, Irish and foreign people living in Ireland have given more than they could bear, but people most in need of help and support have had to keep on giving.

Drip-feeding information by government ministers has become standard as a way of softening the blow to many, but what if plans can be easily adjusted, even when there are no extra costs for doing so, were ignored in our previous budget and the many ones before? Continue reading

Disability is never cured with one pill alone

So it seems I’m on the warpath. It also appears that if you want to change things, you have to work very hard to get it done. And hope your adversaries are willing to at least listen for one second to what you have to say.

Is it worth it? Not if your voice is cut off before the first vowel leaves your lips. It is worth it, however, if or when your input is evaluated and rationalized as such that your opponent understands quite clearly what you mean.

It’s true that we live in a society where politicians say all and citizens very little. The why and the wherefore of their actions often need to be repeatedly discussed on TV, in newspapers and in the salons of hairdressers, tea parties, and our own living rooms.

As an avid reader of online journals, I sometimes find myself ‘trying to stay in the game’ as it were. That’s when I realise that politics is a gigantic game of semantics. I try to learn from what I read and try to do my best to remember everything, something that’s not always easy to do. So I read more about it, and the following day more again. Continue reading

Changing Ireland

I’m well into my 10th year of living in Ireland, and I often wonder about what changed during those years.

A long list builds itself in my mind on people, mentality, culture, politics, nature, life… Writing about everything would result into one very long blog post that will eventually bore everyone, so I will try to keep it rather short. After all, I’m here to be entertained myself.

During my first weeks in Dublin I was house hunting and it’s fair to say that I saw serious differences in what was up for grabs. Apartments with bright blue carpets, surely there to blind its tenants and with hallways like a maze. Now how should I find my way out here? I can’t even find my way out of a cereal box without Google Maps! In one of those apartments a bed was missing and according to the tenant about to move out, “you could always sleep on the couch permanently if you don’t want to replace the bed.” I saw him grinning at a desk in one of the corners of the bedroom. Why he didn’t break that one while he was taking down the bed, it’s not like I can sit at a desk when there’s no chair to go with it? Or was he grinning because he thought I could use that as a bed?

No dear chap, I will not move in here and make expenses you should cover. Mind you, this guy added that “if you want your clothes washed, you will need to go to a launderette because the washing machine is not working anymore also.” Gulp… what? No bed, no washing machine, €500 per month in rent yet “I would learn to love the place?!” Oh mister, how badly you know me! He thought that the location of his apartment would be a big attraction for a lot of people regardless the state of the property, living in D4, or Dublin 4, the well-off part of south Dublin. Ross O’Carroll Kelly surely can tell you a lot about D4 where the rich and (in)famous live. Continue reading

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