The Stress of Living In Boxes.

Hello my lovelies. I’m gonna be honest with you now. I am very stressed out. You guys see, the partner and I have moved. 450 miles to be exact, but this time we are living in boxes. We are now living in someone else’s home and it’s very stressful. I’m glad they offered a place for us to stay (it’s my old place, the brother in law now stays there) but it’s not home anymore.

While staying here I’ve come to miss the little things we took for granted. Like cooking meals whenever we wanted. (The cooking part aint a topic I wanna go into!) Curling up on the couch to watch a cheesy movie with a bowl of crisps. Trying to stay calm and rage quitting while I die again in monster hunter. (I keep dying at one part and can not get past it!!) Being lazy after work and we both crash on the couch. The whole walking around in just a t-shirt after I get up. Having my craft stuff all over the sitting room table as I pondered what to make. And most importantly the space……how I miss my own space!!

Right now we are living in boxes with very little space. I don’t want to intrude on my brother in laws space with my crafts. I can’t even paint at the moment which is stressing me out! I’ve been hiding at my sister’s flat and even that is pushing the line. She is looking after my chinchillas for me so I go there often for them. God I miss seeing their cute, fluffy little faces every morning.

However there is a good side to this annoyance. We have been looking at some house’s and we may have finally found one. Monday will be the day we find out if they have accepted our offer and I honestly hope they have. I can’t wait to make more things and cook in my own kitchen. (More like watch Rossco cook cause he is the chef in our relantionship) We have both come to realise how much the little things matter.

Also before I leave you all with this ranty post, have a look at my shop’s etsy page http://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/TheNysnoRose

I make custom orders and simple orders to and have made some space for these. If you don’t want to order but think someone else will then please share my page with friends, family and follow me on instagram.

Until next time my lovelies. Xxx

Why Failure Isn’t Always Failure. 

Failure. Such a scary thing but it really ain’t when you look at it from a different point of view. 

At young ages we are taught to be afraid of failure, to be ashamed of ourselves when we do fail. I used to think like that until I hit my early twenties. And things got a whole lot better after some major changes. 

Failure isn’t failure. Shouldn’t really call it that should I?? How about we call it a chance. A chance is something that we do as a risk. We aren’t 100% sure if that risk we take will work out or not. Heck it might be a complete and utter disaster. It might be the best damn thing you will ever do. 

It’s where we learn what works and what doesn’t work. And that is a valuable thing to have because it changes our mindset about taking risks or chances. Thinking of it as a lesson – as in what can I learn from it, I’ll give it a try or let’s see if this method works – these mindsets take the fear away from failing and instead create a mindset of excitment, learning and progression. 

In some cases things do fail or just aren’t working at the time, those cases could be a project or issue that we have been sitting and staring at for far too long. Those times it’s okay to take a step back for a few days and come back to it with fresh eyes. 

Failure if treated like a lesson can open up so many doors. A lesson I had learned from a failure was that I really am better at hand sewing than machine sewing. After several attempts at the machine, 2 meters of ruined fabric and a few hours later I left my project for a few days. I came back later on and tried hand sewing. While it took alot longer, and I had to learn 3 – 4 different stitch types, I had finish my project and the result was amazing. It was my first large scale project with so many things going on at once. 

I hope this post helps any of you. If you have a lesson or something you learned for a ‘failure’ please share it in the comments. I’d love to read others experience’s. 

Until next time my lovelies. Xxx

Stop Shaming Support Workers. Why We Are Important. 

Good evening everyone. How are you all doing tonight? A while back I started working back in the care sector. One day in particular or more so a comment stuck out. A woman who doesn’t know me simply called me and I quote ‘an overpaid arse wiper’. She has asked me about my job. 

This woman has clearly never needed the help of support work. Never pushed a wheelchair or held someones hand as they break down. And I hope she never needs us. The work a support worker does is invaluable in many ways other than just PC. (PC means personal care) 

Allow me to break down what we do. 

  • We protect people’s dignity. So yes that means full PC support if they require the aid or prompting. (We can shower ourselves with ease they may find it difficult) Sometimes it can be messy but we always do what we can to protect the people we support.
  • Help with the care of themselves. Medication, finance and social support. Not in all cases but some if they don’t have the capacity to do so. Capacity is the ability to make decsions for ourselves. We assist them with everyday tasks and always offer encouragememt. Things that people take for granted. 
  • Support workers are sometimes the ONLY people our services see. And sometimes the only reason they have a social life. 
  • We fill the void in our services lives. We become a family extension in a way. Why? Let me put this simply……..some families and friends don’t care. They cut contact with the service user. Not all families/friends do this but enough do. And that can be very difficult to deal with. It leaves them upset, confused and hurt. And we as support workers slowly become that family. We also take the anger and confusion that can be thrown at us to. 
  • We support workers at times can deal with serious mental health problems, conditions and other health problems. From dealing with emotional break downs, seizures, falls, all the way to physical violence. (Thats a rare case but it can happen) Staff support each other and also try to defuse and calm any situation quickly for the protection of our service’s.
  • We face challenges. Communicating with someone who is non verbal, a person with no capacity or a person who refuses to eat. Each challenge is difficult but we work towards them in a way that helps our service. 
  • We aid in making calls for appointments. Doctors, dentists etc. At the same time we monitor our service’s health. Basically checking a wound, eating habits and flagging things up that might be a cause for concern. For exmaple, a service who has a mixed relationship with food suddenly stops eating. It could be that they’re ill, it might be something more serious or they may have a history of an eating disorder. We raise these issues and then find ways a working round them. Encouraging to eat smaller amounts of food at regular intervals, perhaps liquizading their food or more fatty foods. 
  • We constantly have to know what’s going on around us when with a service. We have to be aware of everything. Can that car horn cause aniexty? How can I reduce the stress of any changes made to their daily routine? Can not go in their cause of the light’s. It triggers their seizure’s! These are just some of the thought’s that we can have. Each one will be difficult depending on the service’s individual needs. 

This is just the tip of the iceberg of some of the things we do. Support workers give emotional, physical, mental and social support on a daily basis. We are more than just ‘arse wipers’ we do so much more than that. We help people. We aid people. We support people whom many forget about. We encourage individuality and confidence whenever we can. 

It’s a joy to be a support worker. It is difficult and stressful. But damn is it rewarding. 

Xx

Interviews…….Interviews…..And The Wait!!

I’m gonna be honest here, the last few months have been very difficult. From no job to moving to some place completely new, things ain’t really been easy. It’s been stressful, a few emotional outbursts, a ton of anxiety and a lack of funds thrown into the mix has made things hard. Very hard. 

And now. Well I’m sat here anxiously waiting on news after 3 weeks to see when I can actually start. I have the job which is great but I don’t have the start date. Which is not so great. In the last few days I’ve called my employer (can I call them that yet??) And chased up my references myself. Too the point I’m probally driving them mad or getting sick of me. 

All this waiting has slowly put me into a more negative mood though. I want to get motivated but it can be difficult to do so. My funds are close to drying up but I wont let this get in my way!!!! We moved here for a fresh start, if I need to hassle my employer and call him (again!!!!!) for my start date. Then I will. I’m excited to start working again, to provide for myself and help Rossco with all the little things. 

I even have several interviews lined up just incase this start date doesn’t come today. Some are more than 2 hours away!!! Nightmare for bus travelers like myself. And a worry on the funds. But I plan on making this work. I’ll work through it cause lets be honest here…….I’m far too stubborn to stay down for too long. I’ve got plans and I will reach them, one way or the other. 

Xx

How I’m Coping With Unemployment. 

Unemployment. I hate it. I truely do hate it with a passion. I’ve always worked since I turned 18 and never really been out of a job……until now that is. And it ain’t fun. It’s actually horrible, it’s stressful, and very upsetting. 

(FYI I was let off with loads of other people because there was NO work coming in for us. Which is understandable.)

To begin with I treated the first few days as a sort of holiday really. I applied to a few jobs here and there but my attitude was upbeat. I was confident and wasn’t overly worried. Even had an interview but didn’t get it. However I remained calm. That is until this week where I came to the realisation that I didn’t have any holiday pay or last minute payments for my old job coming in. 

Now fear and worry have set in with the simple thought of: how the hell am I gonna pay my part of the rent!!!?? 

So I did the only thing I could do. I swallowed my pride and walked into a job centre. They have helped me apply for Jobseekers, even gave me a list of website’s to look at for jobs and I have a meeting this week with them. I’m nervous but feel more in control. I’m making a positive step forward. 

Heck I even took a leap of faith and applied to some bigger jobs!! I even smashed a recent phone interview but I need to wait 3 weeks for the face to face interview (which doesn’t help me now!!) But I’m still gonna see what happens and I’m still gonna go for it if I can. 

Even though I have all this positive stuff round the corner. I’m still so worried. How can I pay the rent?? Is Ross gonna cope?? How does he feel about this?? What about next months rent?? What about food and my boys?? And now my stepdad has taken a bad turn! 

So many thought’s are running through my head but I know I will get there. I always do. It’s just so scary. So difficult and now is when those damn voices have come back to make things worse. My anxiety has come back with a vengence. 

But I will get there. I’m just too damn stubborn to accept this. 

Until next time my lovelies. 

Xx