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Tomorrow May Not Come

Two years ago, 14 June 2017, I woke up for work expecting it to be a normal day. I looked at my phone to see a BBC news broadcast about Grenfell fire. I usually woke up at 5 am.

Two years ago today my mother and I, both with very little and disabilities, went down to the fire which is 3 minutes away by car or bus but too far for us to walk. We had loaded the car up with homemade blankets, fans, jumpers, food, drink and anything we knew we could do without. We went round to as many pop up centers as we could find and donated what we had brought to the efforts that were underway for them.

The Christian Center

The Westway

St Clements church

All three places were on our stop tour.

We sat with victims and prayed with them, helped them get food, sorted out the donations till I was physically unable to cope any more and was a blubbering wreck. AT that moment no one cared about religion, gender, ethnicity, age, politics, the social economic background we just came together. There were Christians in mosques and Muslims in churches and no one cared.

Businesses were giving away food and doctors and nurses and pharmacies were looking after people with needs so that they could keep the nonurgent cases out of the emergency rooms.

The only thing that we wanted was to make sure that we all got through that horrific day. Firefighters were even working double shifts and many have suffered PTSD from that day.

Because of this fire people have been displaced and the pain of that day lingers on every day. For 6 months I had nightmares every night. I got so tired that I was falling asleep everywhere.

So today I ask that you do something kind for someone in memory of those who did not make it out of that death trap, for the firefighters who suffer for what they saw and for the volunteers who bravely did whatever they could to help the community out. Don’t put it off till tomorrow because the lesson we learned the hard way here in North Kensington is that tomorrow is never guaranteed. So don’t put off till tomorrow something you can do today. Tell your parents, children, relatives of any kind that you love them. Live good lives and most importantly do not take your life for granted…

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Minor Setback

I think I have had a minor set back with my ankles. For those who did not know, I pulled the ligaments in both of them. This morning at 1:30 am I woke up in pure pain to the point I had to take extra pain killers. So I am frustrated as I was doing so well. I was looking forward to going into the office tomorrow and now I do not know whether I will even be able to wake up in time to go in đŸ˜¦ Sad times

Feeling Freaked

I finally found a place that is my dream flat. Honestly, I can’t believe this I found my dream place. It is in my price range. It suits my needs for all my disabilities and to be honest it is my dream place.

I am now panicking because there is so much that I will need to buy for the place. I dont feel like I can go onto gofundme because last time I tried I got abused.

What do I do?

London is not friendly for disabilities

I have been feeling quite low today. Not just because my stomach has been going a mile a minute but with the realisation that if I would like to stay living in London, I am going to need to find a second job. This will mean that I will be working either 6 or 7 days a week.

Why is this you ask?

Well simply put, it is the cost of living in London. Where your perscriptions can be up to or over £10 per item. Where people are less likely to offer you help and assistance if you have a problem. Where transportation systems are not retrofitted with things like LIFTS or escallators so people like me have to avoid certain stations. Where to find somewhere suitable to live you need to have a budget of over £1000 per month without bills included and where the cost of travel goes up yearly.

I am on 8-10 medications a day so a month on medications alone I can be paying £80-£100.

Living in London is hard but when you work here it is even harder because realistically you have to stay here.

I may even have to give up blogging if I ever find a place of my own unless I find something that can run off of my phone for a while.

London is not suitable for the disabled and yet I am stuck here.

If anyone out there is able to help me please feel free to donate money to me via my paypal paypal.me/suzef86 I gave up with Gofundme as people seemed more interested in donating to people who want to spread hate then to help those in need so I decided if anyone wants to help me they can and the link above should help.

To, too, two be or not to, too, two be

Wondering whether you have clocked on to what this article is going to be about by the title, please let me know if you did.

I am dyslexic. This is something I struggled with prior to diagnosis to the point that I needed a lot of support to get me to a standard where I could even get A levels. To give you an idea. When I chose my A levels I had only been diagnosed for a year and had already had to redo my GCSEs once. One of the courses I chose was Sociology which was a brave move as this subject meant LOTS of essay writing.

I don’t know if you know but sociology exams (the essay part) are graded out of 20. When I started the course my homework essays were getting 3s,2s or 1s out of 20. On one fateful day, I had really struggled and I got a 0 out of 20. My world seemed very dark when I got that assignment back. I thought, “you know what I shouldn’t be here. I am dyslexic what made me think that I could do this, I just can’t do it, I’m so dumb”.

But, I got help. This help came in the form of my teacher who knew I was trying so hard but just could not seem to improve. So, he offered me a solution. Every time I got a bad grade on my homework, we would go through it during a free period that we both had at the same time and he would show me where I went wrong. He would then give me a 2nd opportunity to rewrite the assignment. This was not to change my grade but to make sure that I had an opportunity to stick what I needed to learn in my head.

Slowly I started seeing my grades go up. I went from 1s, 2s, and 3s, to 16s, 17s and 18s out of 20. This gave me so much of a boost that when I went to sit my exams I was able to sit them with confidence I had never had in any exams previously. My end result was a in Sociology. I could not believe it. I was so happy I went and thanked my teacher for my result.

Learning disabilities don’t mean that you can’t do something. It means that you need to find a way to deal with it and work around it to get the best out of yourself. Some suggestions for you to do:

  1. Dragon Software (or any other speech to text software)
  2. Read and Write Gold (or something Similar)
  3. Spider Diagrammes for things you need to learn so that you have a visual map of what is needed.

Don’t give in to the Imposter Syndrome. I ask anyone out there with a learning disability to challenge yourself to find ways to make things easier for you. I did it and I can honestly say at the age of 16 when I was diagnosed I couldn’t even imagine getting my GCSEs let alone a B & 2 Cs in A levels. You are not alone, ask for help.