I moved out of home at the age of 18. After graduating high school I left my hometown of Bendigo and relocated to Melbourne to attend Melbourne University. It wasn’t a bold or courageous step – to me, it was just the next step that most students from my high school took in their life. […]
Today’s GUEST BLOGGER entry comes from a lady who’s fairly new to the world of blogging and who goes by the name of Charlotte Callard. For many years Charlotte has been fighting a very private battle with depression. Recently Charlotte has decided to take the plunge and has bravely written her first article on what it’s like to live with depression and has also given a candid and frank account of her own personal story. Click on the link after reading the intro to check out Charlotte’s blog and to continue reading her amazing post! Enjoy…
After years of nagging, I’m finally writing just like you always wanted. Nan, this one is for you.
This blog post will be the hardest one I will ever write, but talking about mental illness not only helps the person suffering, but the loved ones or people around you who don’t understand what you’re truly going through. I hope this post gives a little insight into how depression and anxiety takes hold, but please note: this is just my story and how my illness affects me. Everyone’s depression or anxiety is different to the person it affects and I’m not trying to sit here and generalise at all.
So lets start from the beginning. I was a very happy little girl and I loved everyone and everything around me. I loved going to school and spending all day with my friends, and then to go home and spend time with my grandmother and my little sister while my parents worked their bums off to make sure we had a secure upbringing. I had everything I could have ever wanted. However, one thing that jaded my happiness was my grandad being ill in a nursing home. He had been ill ever since I could remember. We would visit him weekly and laugh and joke with him for a few hours. Those few hours were nice, because we forgot that he was really ill, and its like we had our grandad back. Then we left, and it was heartbreaking because we would say our goodbyes and I would tell him I loved him so very much, he would reply with “I love you too” and by the time we returned a week later, he had forgotten who we were.
The wonderful Alex Holland has agreed to be the first guest blogger on my site! Alex is a 24 year old Law student living in Melbourne, Australia, where she also runs a blog called ‘Defying Disability’. Like me, Alex is a huge fan of travel and has been all around the world on many various adventures. Such journeys have included trekking solo around Europe, all whilst in the comfort of her wheelchair. Below you will find the beginning of her latest blog entry, it’s a cracker! To read on ( which I HIGHLY recommend you do – it gets hotter ;p ), click on the link to her own blog at the bottom of this snippet… 😀
Whether it’s applying for a clerkship with a top tier law firm or creating a Tinder profile, the decision of whether or not to disclose a disability can be a frustrating internal dilemma. After reading an article discussing disabled dating on Tinder and the reasons for and against disclosure, I was reminded of my second year of law school and my confusion as to whether I had a duty to disclose my disability when applying for clerkships. After a long and heated debate with family members and friends, my approach to job applications and dating became exactly the same: full disclosure.
I have always disclosed my disability on Tinder – it never even occurred to me to present myself as someone ‘normal’ in order to get matches. My reasons are simple – I’m not going to waste my witty banter with someone who rejects me for something I can’t help. My Tinder profile has a clear image of me in my wheelchair and the caption ‘And yes, I’m in a wheelchair. If you can’t handle the way I roll, swipe left.’