New month, new thoughts

 It is a rather sunny weekend as I've been out catching the sun, jam jars optional .

These days it does seem odd to be listening out for rather important information rather than just waiting on an update but for me the spoken word is the main media for such things more than say television with its heavy use of images.

It doesn't help that this last two and a bit years has been rather like no other in recent memory with continual crisis, restrictions and what not one on top of another and various players in all of this making less than disguised threats to our well being.

You might find yourself emotionally needy, in need of a little tlc and at least a hug as you struggle through all of this.

It isn't always the most apparent thing not least in what is often a stiff upper lip "mustn't grumble" culture and it is true many disabled people do feel pressured to understate how they are feeling apart from how things are affecting them.

Familiar routines from better times can help such as play or reading as strangely enough just helping out so long as whoever does pay attention to any limits because it can help with feeling wanted and included.

It doesn't hurt to enquire.

Journalling, me and this blog

It's the end of the month, that period between All Souls Day and Guy Fawkes Night that always was a big thing as a child and even as far as law itself might go as much I'm hardly grown up, since formal adulthood  I still look very much to.

It tends to lead to reflective thoughts  but they way you work though those things has changed from the days people encouraged us to keep diaries which always ended up more like to-do lists with me rather than aids to processing my emotions.

Journalling is really where it's all at and is very much encouraged in North America.

Basically you just pour out what's happened and how you feel into a book so unlike a diary you're not at the tyranny of preset dates so you can date and finish any on thing as it happens.

Some girls put a to do list entry in but I'd soon keep that to either a diary or a side page just as a reminder in case it clutters your mind and distracts you from pouring out.

In a lot of ways this Blog is really a journal but in the digital age where I offload, talk though and cry about things on my mind which really the opposite of how being brought up as a boy you're taught - it's all all bury,shut down and carry in - and apart from all the presenting stuff I written about that's something else I can't do cos I'm a girl really.

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I am emotional, I feel, and physically show it.

I need hugs, I need to cry, I offer others a shoulder to cry on.

That's where I and this blog am headed.