How to rid your tweets of ableist language in two steps pic.twitter.com/hGOq9pOXDD
— Congolesa Rice (@judeinlondon) September 21, 2014
Monday, 1 December 2014
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
Sunday, 2 November 2014
I think this app whilst well intentioned will do damage to people who are vulnerable in myriad ways. It will enable people to harass and bully other's more efficiently, it will cause people to feel guilty and responsible when they can't help their friends, it will cause discord and confusion between friends and acquaintances and it will mean that people will feel unsafe using social media and their voices will no longer be heard. As someone with mental health issues who loves people with mental health issues and wants people to be supported and that love and empathy and care are important I have signed this petition asking twitter and the Samaritans to pay attention to the large amount of feedback on this. (Feedback being given by people who use twitter and who have mental health issues, the very people this app is supposed to be for.) For some people this may be a life and death issue, vulnerable people who are already suicidal and then are exposed to abuse, and I don't want any of those lives lost.
(The reason I stress the love and empathy bit is not to say I'm a good person, trust me I'm under no illusions of that, or to say I'm unusual in thinking these things are important, it is to emphasise that the exact things the app thinks it is helping to spread are the things the system in practice lacks.)
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
What a piece of work is my tweet!
How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty feed from day to day,
To the last retweet of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted tweets
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief twitterhandle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor tweeter,
That struts and frets his hour upon the feed,
And then is heard no more.
It is a tweet typed by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
O, reason not the feed! Our basest twitters
Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Tweet's life's as cheap as beast's.
Now is the winter of our discon-tweet
Made glorious summer by this prime content.
And all the subtweets that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
If these twitters have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but retweeted here,
While these visions did appear;
And this weak and idle meme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you @ us, we will mend.
Thursday, 20 March 2014
So as I approach the last week in my job the thing I'm finding the hardest is dealing with other people's sadness. Having to navigate so many other people's feelings about me having my job cut when I've already got so many feelings of my own. I feel sad because I'm leaving a job I have loved (in varying degrees) for the last 5 or so years. I feel lost, scared of the free fall that is freelance that approaches so fast and so slow. There's no security in my future and I'm dealing with this at the same time as I'm managing and finally acknowledging my long standing cycles of anxiety and depression. I'm also sad for the children and parents losing the service me and my team provided. And all the other even more essential services. I feel sad at a society cutting public services whilst protecting and pandering to the rich. And I feel sad just on the personal level of saying goodbye to so many people I have worked with, the children I have seen growing up, the colleagues and parents I have come to know.
And at every centre when I tell my groups I am going everyone wants to share with me how sad they are about it. Everyone wants to tell me how much they value what I do, the effect that me and my team have had on them and their children. People tell me how angry it makes them. They ask me what I'm going to do. They have so many suggestions about what I might do. Everyone offers advice and sympathy. Next week I expect they'll also be offering presents and goodbye speeches.
When I tell them I am going freelance they assume I'm doing children's work. When I start to mumble about audio production and hosting storytelling nights they look at me like I'm suddenly strange and unfamiliar. My plan sounds ridiculous in my mouth.
I am overwhelmed by all the love and the sadness. I am overwhelmed by the scatter gun advice. I am overwhelmed by the powerlessness of all concerned. I know it's all meant well. I mostly manage to take it in good grace. I save my tears for the walk home.
The worst thing is when the kids are sad, there eyes are so big, their hearts so exposed. The worst thing is imagining the ones who look forward to seeing me every week coming in the first week I'm not there. Too young to understand why and yet so young that in the future they probably wont remember I was ever there at all. Young enough to feel the loss but too young to remember the joy we had when then look back.
Monday, 10 March 2014
Me: There are lots of frogs around at the moment...
Child 1: There are lots of dragons around at the moment. I like dragons. They are big and breathe fire. They are my favourite animal.
Child 2: I like dinosaurs. They are MY favourite animal.
Child 3: I like crocodiles!
Me: Well, dragons are really great animals but sadly they don't exist. Dinosaurs are also great animals but they lived a very long time ago and aren't around anymore. Crocodiles are also great but you don't really find them in this country. Anyway frogs...