Dear diary,

After screaming and punching my pillow as a result of the world’s most frustrating day, I thought it best to write down my thoughts. OK that might be a slight over exaggeration but seriously, Mr Dyslexia Difficulties came to visit me today.

So it was the day of the job interview today.

I woke after a fabulous night’s sleep dreaming of Brad Pitt in his youthful years. Looking almost romantically at my clock, my eyes widen. I stare at it in disbelief. I stare at it again hoping I am hallucinating. It’s 8am. 8am!! I overslept by an hour!

Jumping out of bed in a mad panic, I trip over the bag I had meticulously packed last night in preparation for today. I kick it in retaliation and run to the bathroom.

Brushing my teeth I search aimlessly for my hair brush. Where is it? It was here yesterday. I spit out the foamy tooth paste and run back into the bedroom. Looking at my bag apologetically, I rummage through it looking for my hair brush. After what feels like forever removing the whole contents, I find the hair brush hiding in the front pocket.

I begin to curse. “Why oh why?” I mumble to myself.

Hair done… well sort of. I do that funny run walk people do when they are in a hurry. Dodging the contents of my bag sprawled along the floor, I aim for the wardrobe. Dressed in my Sunday best, I head downstairs.

I look at the clock in the kitchen. Its 8:30am. I am meant to leave the house now. Out comes the hurry dance as I move around the kitchen grabbing my house keys and a granola bar from the cupboard.

Putting my shoes on, I stop. There’s something I have forgotten. I stand there looking around. I am dressed, I have my house keys, my bag….. oh drats! My bag! Kicking my shoes off I run upstairs faster than Usain Bolt heading for the finish line at the 2012 Olympics. No time for careful packing so I go for the two hand scope pack. Pushing the clip down, I run back to the door with the bulging bag in hand.

Phew! I didn’t miss my train. I sit at the station for a minute or two and relax. I count backwards from 10, soothing myself from that madness.

The journey was pleasant. I managed to get a seat by the window. 20mins later I have arrived and as I approach the barrier, I swivel my bag to my front and look for my train ticket. I rummage, rummage a bit more. My water bottle drops out and shoots across the floor. Rushing over half crawling, I pick the bottle up and down goes the bag. Out comes the umbrella, purse, pocket sized mac (for those rainy occasions), glasses case, notepad… the whole contents of my bag.
On reflection, the two hand scope method of packing this thing really hasn’t worked. Ah ha! I find it! Hand up in the air feeling like a winner, I place the ticket into my mouth so I won’t lose it again.

Bag stuffed, I’m on my way. Right, time to head for this office.

Hand in my pocket I search for the post it note I had written the address on. Out I pull dozens of the colourful little sticky monsters that are stuck into a mass pile up. Remember to buy milk… nope not that one. Remember to call the doctor. Definitely not that one. Ah here it is … dn9 6rj.

I type the postcode into Google maps on my phone. Postcode not found. What do you mean postcode not found?!  I try again. Postcode not found.

OK. Not a time to panic. I will call them. “number unknown”. Keying the number in carefully once more, I raise the phone to my ear in hope. “number unknown”.

Cursing under my breath I head for the bench in the middle of the station. Hissing at my dyslexia quietly.

Thank goodness for Google. I call the number straight away.

“Hello your through to Aimee at TG Corporate. How may I help you?”

Oh thank goodness. A friendly voice.

“Hello. Yes. Bridget Smith here. I have an interview at 10:30am.”

There is a pause. Pauses are never a good sign from my experience.

“Err, yes Bridget. Hello. Your interview is actually booked for 10am. How can I help you?”

What?!?! Its 9:55am now! How am I going to get there on time. I’m flustered, sweaty and now I am lost. I decide to play it cool.

“Yes that’s it. Silly me. I am actually running a little behind schedule due to a broken down train.”

Lies! Where did that come from? No going back now… I continue.

“Could I just confirm your location as I am walking to you today as opposed to driving. Do you have your postcode to hand?”

Lies again! I have never driven to this office. Oh deary me!

“Yes of course! It is BN9 6RG.”

“Thank you. See you soon. Goodbye”

BN9 6RG. I have gone and written the letters down wrong. I always get my Bs, Ds, Js and Gs muddled up.

Thank goodness it will only take me a few minutes to get there.

I do the hurry walk again. Almost falling through the door I greet Aimee.

I made it. I made it. I made it.

The interview actually went really well. So well that, I got offered the job. All's well that ends well.

Tomorrow’s a new day. I think I’ll increase the volume on my alarm for tomorrow.

Toodles!

Bridget x

 Dyslexia affects 1 in 10 of the population. Some believe that Dyslexia only affects reading skills. It affects a person’s day to day living.

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AuthorKristina Sinclair

A day in the life of a person who is paralysed from the neck down

I open my eyes. Everything is blurry at first. Focusing on the dirty mark on the ceiling, I do the same thing I do every morning.

Can I move my legs? No

Can I move my arms? No

Can I wiggle my toes? No

The deep sinking feeling of disappointment sets in. I roll my head to the side and look across the room. There by the door is my wheelchair.

I lay there for a minute or two just getting my bearings.

My name is John and I am Tetraplegic. I broke my neck in a motor bike accident almost 2 years ago. My spinal cord was damaged permanently. My brain can no longer send signals through the spinal cord to the muscles. I am paralysed from the neck down.

After months in hospital after my accident, I came home. That’s when the hardest part of accepting my condition came. I couldn’t reach for the remote and change the TV channel. I couldn’t go to the bathroom on my own.

Everything I wanted to do, I had to ask someone to do it for me. After time, I just got tired of asking and I spent days looking out of the window. Reminiscing about running through the park or swishing my fingers in a pond.

My carer walks into the room. Startled, my daydreaming abruptly ends. Lilia is my carer and she lives with my wife and I. Because of my condition, I require round the clock medical care.

See, when you are paralysed although you can’t feel anything, things can still go very wrong very quickly. I have a Tracheostomy that breathes for me.  It’s a small breathing tube that is attached to a hole in my neck. If my Tracheostomy became lose, I could die within a few minutes.

I can also get nasty pressure sores. So, I need Lilia about to keep me on tip top form.

Lilia approaches with a smile and a good morning. Flannel in hand I know this is the start of the long drawn out routine of getting me ready for the day ahead. It’s a good job that I wake at 6am else I would miss breakfast!

The washing took a while to get used to. But now it’s just part of many things I had to learn to accept. She lifts my right arm to wash. I wonder if my arm is heavy?

We chat about the weather as she hoists me into my wheelchair. 8am and I’m on my way to breakfast.

Eve smiles as I get wheeled up to the table. “Morning!” She says. Everything seems so much brighter now.

After breakfast Eve heads off to work. I look out of the window in the lounge and imagine myself waving to her as she gets into her car.

The house echoes slightly. But on with the day. Lots to be done. On goes my headset and I am away with my Dragon NaturallySpeaking software.

I spend my day surfing the internet. Researching new scientific discoveries, reading the news and updating my friends in Australia with what’s being going on here. We speak on Skype every Monday at 1pm sharp.

Eve gets home around 5pm as always. We share our days whilst she prepares the vegetables. I cannot help her with the dinner but then again, I was always a terrible cook!

After a relaxing evening, the lounge clock sounds for 8pm. Dong… Dong … Dong… and so on. Those 8 dings really do ring in my ear. I never did like that clock. I let out a little laugh to myself as I wished I had taken a hammer to it when I could have done. Now it stays there… hung on the wall… tormenting my ears.

Eve wheels me to my bedroom and we kiss goodnight. She hugs me tightly and a tear trickles down my face. Smiling, she wipes it away.

We stay there…. Gazing at one another. Neither of us speaking a word but both of us knowing what the other is thinking.

I am grateful to have survived to still spend time with the people I care about. Time that as an able bodied man, I didn’t appreciate as much as I do now. When you are paralysed, time slows and the hundreds of things you can no longer do make you see the thousands of things you can still see and hear.

“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.” – Jimmy Dean


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AuthorKristina Sinclair

It was a dark winters evening. The leaves were rustling outside. Seema Snailgutter was minding her own business boiling a new potion in her cauldron. 1 too many dirty socks were added. BOOM! There was a loud blast, a purple cloud and Seema’s witch like hair stood on end.

The potion had back fired. With a sprained ankle and a broken wrist… not to mention her bruised ego, she was struggling at work. Working as an Administrator for a busy business, handing in documents on time was essential. Seema couldn’t keep up with the work load.

Having had regular check up’s with her doctor, Seema knew that her wrist would now always be weak and she would struggle to use if for lifting and general movements. She tried her best to continue as normal at work, but she was constantly in pain and discomfort when using her computer.

Seema started to panic and worry about the future. Looking into her crystal ball, it all seemed cloudy.

Not even daring to go near her cauldron again… she reached for Google. Hooray! She found the government run a scheme called Access to Work.

If you want to work but have a disability that make working a problem you may be able to get help from the Access to Work team. If you can tick ‘yes’ to the following you may be able to apply:

  • Do you have a disability or health condition that has lasted 12 months or is likely to last for 12 months or more?   YES / NO
  • Does your disability or health condition impact you on your ability to work?  YES / NO
  • Are you aged 16 or over? (Thank goodness she read that there was no upper age limit for support as long as employment is likely to continue as she was 104 in witch years)   YES / NO
  • Do you need help with a job interview?  YES / NO
  • Are you about to start work?  YES / NO
  • Do you have a job or a starting date for a job?  YES / NO
  • Are you self-employed?  YES / NO
  • Are you a resident in Great Britain? (Excluding Northern Ireland, the Isle of Man and the Channel Islands)  YES / NO

There were no exclusions for witches to apply. Looking at her injuries, she nodded to herself in relief after answering the questionnaire and contacted her regional Access to Work centre.

South East England, London, East of England – London regional centre – 020 8426 3110 –  atwosu.london@jobcentreplus.gsi.gov.uk - Job Centre Plus I Access to Work I Operational Support Unit I Nine Elms Lane I London SW95 9BH

South West England, Wales, West Midlands, Midlands – Cardiff Regional Centre – 02920 423 291 – atwosu.glasgow@jobcentreplus.gsi.gov.uk – Job Centre Plus I Access to Work I Operational Support Unit I Alexandra House I 377 Cowbridge Road I East Cardiff I CF5 1W

Scotland, North West England, North East England, Yorkshire and Humberside – Glasgow Regional Centre – 0141 950 5327 – atwosu.glasgow@jobcentreplus.gsi.gov.uk - Job Centre Plus I Access to Work I Operational Support Unit I Anniesland JCP I Baird Street I Glasgow I G90 8AN

During the 20 minute phone call she was asked to provide her National Insurance number and her work contact details. She also had to explain the barriers she faced at work and a workplace assessment was recommended. Unfortunately, they couldn’t put a solution in place to help her ride her broomstick again but alternative forms of transport were discussed (horse & cart, magic carpet etc.)

Much to Seema’s surprise it was all very straight forward and provided instant relief knowing that she was getting the help that she needed.

Having completed the telephone application, a form arrived through the post to Seema’s home address for her to check and sign.  She did chuckle watching the postman walk to her front door, dodging the singing toads and the jazz swinging willow tree.

Access to Work received the signed form and an advisor got in touch to discuss the application in further detail. A date was agreed for the work place assessment and soon enough, Seema was sat at her desk with Nigel, the Access to Work assessor, talking through the solutions that could assist Seema and reduce the impact that her disability had on her job role.

A few eyebrows were raised during the appointment. No, Access to Work do not provide spells to make people look like Celine Dion and asking for your bosses’ hair to be turned into green spaghetti is not something Access to Work currently offers. Oh well! At least she asked.

Nigel recommended Dragon NaturallySpeaking voice recognition software and training to reduce the use of the keyboard and mouse. This will eliminate the pain and discomfort Seema experienced when using her computer.

A report was written by the assessor and sent to Seema. She then discussed with her employer the recommendation of Dragon NaturallySpeaking and the training.
Her employer contacted the supplier recommended (Freedom of Speech of course!) on the Access to Work report to place the order. As the company she worked for less than 49 employees, they were not required to contribute anything!

Number of employees         Amount to contribute
0-49 employees                   nil
50-249 employees               £500
Over 250 employees             £1000

Freedom of Speech sent the Dragon software to her employer on a next working day delivery service. The software was installed and less than 2 weeks later, a trainer from Freedom of Speech was sat with Seema showing her the software. The possibilities seemed endless using it. It was like magic in the little strange box called a computer that humans use.

6 months have passed. Seema is doing great! She is able to keep up with her work load and has also taken on some new responsibilities.

Her witch practising has also improved. With her new Celine Dion nose, Seema really does feel on top of the witches’ colony. She has also managed to perfect a spell which will turn hair into green spaghetti… just in case she needs it of course!


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AuthorKristina Sinclair