Need Extra Support
It’s easy to neglect our health as we age. I think a big part of it comes from not wanting to accept the fact we’re getting older. I think I’m a great example of this mindset. I’ve been managing a chronic illness for the last two years. My illness requires regular check-ups and monitoring. While I do stay on top of my appointments, that’s all I do to support the progression of this illness. Sometimes I like to ignore what is going on, because the more I ignore it, the less it feels it has a hold on me. Lately I’ve been feeling quite isolated and alone. I know I’m struggling more with my illness, and I’m finally starting to come to terms with this. I’m beginning to acknowledge that I do need additional support to effectively manage my condition. After some research to figure out my next steps, I…
Disability Service Drills
‘Atten–hut!’ the drill instructor hollered from the edge of the field, and my platoon jumped to its feet, quick-smart. ‘Sir!’ we all shouted in well-practised unison, not a decibel out of place. ‘Why are you squatting in a field like so many worms of the dirt?’ he continued to holler. ‘Because we are worms, sir!’ we dutifully replied. ‘Correct!’ he said, striding alongside our military line. ‘You are worms! But you’re not just any old worms, are you lads?’ ‘No, sir!’ we agreed. ‘Well? What are you then?’ ‘We’re your worms, sir!’ we shouted. You could almost feel our individuality loosening itself, moulding us into something harder, more directable – one plucked vocal chord at a time. ‘Good!’ he chuckled, though there was no humour in his eyes. ‘So, worms, if I was to point you at a wall of hot-leaded gunfire, what would you do?’ ‘Advance, sir!’ ‘Correct!’ he…