The Old Tin Shed

I know this is a topic I covered last year, but my thoughts about adoption continue to change over time as I learn more about my own and others experiences. You see adoption is seen as a nice clean solution for both the child the child's mother and family and the family that adopts the child.  But its not that simple. Firstly overseas adoption from poor countries.  This has me all worked up, why should we in the west or even the wealthy east have the right to buy a child.  Our wealth gives undue influence to a poor woman or family about giving up a child.  Like harvesting body parts from the poor of India to be used in the West.  I find this difficult to swallow.  I know right now I am about to get howled down by all those childless families about how desperately they want a child.  Here in lies another major problem.  Because these families so badly want children they raise them up onto a pedestal that the child cannot possibly be.  Th...

From time to time when I do my posts I come across stuff that is different.  Sometimes remarkable and disturbing.  When I was doing the images for my post yesterday, I cam across an image that I felt I could not apply to my post, but I still think it needed to be added to my blog. As I have posted here a lot over the last year being sorry is often not enough, yet the people we say sorry to do not understand that its from the soul.  I have so much to be sorry for.  Yet I still do things I need to be sorry for, even though I know its wrong.  I know due to the issues I have I will do it till the day I leave this planet. For that reason this image says it all. the guilt of not able to appreciate life thanks to the creator of this image and deviant art

Today is a classic example of how unstable I can be at times.  I went to bed early last night (around 11.00pm), with the intention of having a full day of work today.  So the sleep went ok, and I got a lot of research done that I wanted to do.  Was hoping to study today.  But I came to the reality a couple of hours ago, I am never going to finish the study that, no matter how much I ideally want to do it, its just not going to happen. Now I start paying off the debt I have incurred in the idea of studying.  Thing is when I do the work I get High Distinction marks all the way through.  I'm quite good at it.  But I cant be consistent enough to do it.  Not with other things distracting me for my attention.  And the days I can barely function on my own let alone try and take information in. Its this type of destruction that has seen me fail at almost everything I have attempted to do since I was diagnosed. ...

Was reading through news.com.au today and stumbled across this article Click here . This happened in my town, in the mental health system that is supposed to be looking after me also.  How damn bad have things got to get before we do something about the underlying reasons for this happening.  Its not a doctors decision that was incorrect but his need to have free beds in the unit. The unit is under immense pressure to provide services and it realistically is only half the size it should be.  When someone comes in sick they should be placed in a bed for at least 24 hours so that they can be monitored not thrown back into the community. The Australian Governments track record on mental health is nothing short of appalling, even NZ our smaller neighbor spends more than we do.  We are just damn lucky this man didn't kill someone. Shame Australia Shame, you bitch and moan about your tax burden so you force government to give you tax breaks.  That has to come...