stepping out
“argue for your limitations – sure enough, they’re yours” from Richard Bach’s Illusions, the Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
It’s nearly a year since I posted, and life has been full of interest [as in, ‘may you live in interesting times’] including most recently mumps for the second time and falling 4 weeks ago, resulting in a head injury I feel lucky to have survived.
Yesterday I had one of those therapy sessions where you empty a bowl of spaghetti out and both of you pause and go Hmmm… I have been slogging away on how to come out of the space I have felt backed into, whereby all my art impulses are dissolving before they hit the ground running, as they used to. Art was my go-to process, was the ‘reason I floss my teeth” as I put it back in 2000, the ‘answer’ to life’s questions after 50 years of traumatic incidents…
Today I have woken up and seen a community art event I feel attracted to attend and while thinking over a design I could submit to a related open, a new thought arose. I have been joking [sorry, gallows humour!] that if nearly fracturing my skull is what it takes to shake my ideas up, then I need an intervention 😛
How do I get out of this corner I have painted myself into?
I take a step forward. The paint is dry, it’s safe to move now. I’m allowed to be in a different place now.
This looks like the simplistic neuro-linguistic programming/ New Age woo woo I feel like hurling a brick at as a person disabled by complex PTSD and fibromyalgia. So if you’re in that place, I apologise. I don’t quite know how to express what the difference might be, except that I was really stuck and now something has shifted.
***spoonies feel free to skip this, it links but it’s not essential 😛
I want Parliament to have a revolution now it’s been pro-rogued by those Brexit venture pirates… I want to turn things around, to fight back against the big bullies trashing the planet and turning economics into those disgusting rat overpopulation experiments where they end up eating each other… I want individuals to take back some power and start facing down the shadowy puppeteers – I want us to run with scissors and snip snip snap at them till THEY run away…
In the Opinium surveys about Brexit, there are frequently questions about how you feel about your political opponents, and I find this very difficult to answer. Yes, I feel infuriated by the sheer stubborn refusal of suicidal Brexiteers among the working class who have no idea what kind of economic collapse it has caused before it even takes effect. These people have been lied to for years and – on some level – they chose to believe the tabloid lies rather than some common sense that all these great projects in their communities are funded by EU money, that the people who come and pick cabbages in the snow when they wouldn’t should perhaps be entitled to equal standing, that the nurses and bus drivers of the Windrush generation were entitled to want happy, healthy, fulfilling work for their children and it is amazing given the racism of the UK that so many BAME people have jobs other people envy and guess what they f*cking worked for them, so stop being envious, get your finger out and fight for better schools for your children and better news services for all of us and DON’T F*CKING FALL FOR DIVIDE AND RULE!!! And breathe… on one level, I am so angry I feel contemptuous of anyone who falls for the tabloid lies, on another I feel deeply sad that Thatcher tore up an education system that was creating opportunities for so many more and all the damage caused when you privilege unlimited growth economics to make what was an uneven playing field into a war zone…and breathe!… and then I am aware of my own privilege that despite a traumatic childhood I was still given the tools to be aware of injustice and fight for equality of opportunity [just not mine…] but how that has kept me safe from those capitalist myths… so how do I feel about people who weren’t? oof, tricky, it depends how much they embraced the racism etc… because most of them are also victims, it just is an ugly truth that when society is divided, some will follow the bullies…
***and breathe***
I want the House of Commons MPs to admit Brexit is unworkable and no MP can both endorse it and claim to want a positive economic future for the vast majority of the British public. That’s a big ask for people trained by an abusive system to lie, who have painted themselves into a corner by following party interests instead of national interests…
And something about their moment of opportunity has maybe shifted the background enough for me to admit there is also a place where I, memyselfI have let go and allowed myself to be painted into the corner. Maybe it’s just that the paint has dried? Maybe I can just step out? “Just” being one of those words that are written in flame for the disabled community… “just” nip to your surgery and ask… “just” fill in this 50 page form to claim the benefits your National Insurance should entitle you to if you have a medical history… “just” rise from your sickbed/ wheelchair/ depression and f*cking fly…
Or maybe the fall has rattled my frontal lobe enough to shake some thinking loose? I do feel odd since the fall, in a way that reminds me of previous incidents where I could have died, but didn’t, so what do you do now?
I remember running across a zebra crossing and a lorry coming out of nowhere and my skirt touching the radiator as I ran, but somehow I made it to the pavement. This was back when I was 19 and a student into disarmament and development politics… and I stood and held on to the belisha beacon [crossing light for non-UK readers!] getting my breath back and everyone on the street had stopped because we all thought I wouldn’t make it… and I thought what do I do now? What’s the best possible thing I could do with this life I unexpectedly still have? And as I got my breath back, I thought about the non-violent direct action protest I had been on my way to, and thought, yes! Amazing that what I had been doing was what I wanted to do! So I went and built a shanty shack outside the student union and talked to passers by and put my tiny contribution into the enormous pot of positivity that people around the world were filling, to try and help the world be a fairer place…
What do I do with this moment now? Take the step that looks and feels right for me, right now.
So I have taken a step: I have booked myself onto the Creative Conversation event at Nottingham New Art Exchange next week. I will take another step by posting this. I will take another step by getting out my brown and blue ‘ingredients’ and some aromatic bark and some beachcombings and see what my hands want to do.
And breathe…