Over the past few years, and especially in the last few months, I have been reflecting upon my experience of shared supported accommodation. Some experiences I have encountered within the service provision has developed a distinctive grey area. My own thinking, trying to get these events in some sort of focus, has mainly been done from my perspective as an individual pragmatist. I live within an environment where, in order to survive, I am dependent on standardised practices.
I wrote and published this article on OnlineOpinion over 11 years ago. It is troubling to me that nothing much has changed over all that time.
I am still trying, even though I’ve got 1/4 of the abilities I had back then in 2008. That means now, I am constantly pushing the boundaries of my remaining abilities to speak against injustices. I want to achieve so much in a personal, social and academic sense and all I ask is to be given the opportunity to do so.
I can still remember some events quite well of my early life when I was seven. For example, let me tell you about trying to ride a bicycle. It took me a while and took me some time before I got to master it. It was no easy feat. Also, at 7 years old I entered a new primary school and there in the playground was a balance beam. This gave me an early lesson in the difficulties I would confront later when Friedreich’s Ataxia took hold. But I’ve always been very determined to live life to its fullest.
This is an older article, but I feel its message is a very important one that shouldn’t be swept under the rug. So I am reposting this article on my blog.
The Government is taking money from society’s most impoverished and vulnerable group of people. How low can ScoMo go? This is not something we should be keeping quiet about.
It has been eight and a half years since I moved into the shared support accommodation facility where I now reside. For socially conservative reasons, pertaining to cost-benefit analysis, there has been a significant, tangible and intangible failure of choice and control. For the past eight and a half years, continuously undergoing the strains of living in this group home has had a detrimental effect on me — as I have written about in previous works.
Under the current disability support system that I am a part of, my support provider receives a sum of money from the NDIS, known as the ‘SIL’ (Supported Independent Living). They may have been allocated quite a large amount of money, but as I experience it they treat me in a very flippant manner.
In seeking to treat all people with the same level of care and compassion, is it right to expect an equal outcome from all? Continue reading “A ONE SIZE FITS ALL POLICY DOESN’T FIT ANYONE”