It’s all I can do not to cry…
New holiday job… In need of some extra dosh. did 5 hours today. They asked me to work on the breakfast shift too so working about 2-3hours, from 7.15ish. Should be good. Learnt how to make a some coffees today. Next stop work the till..
I hate that I struggle to feel ‘ok’ after eating a meal, especially dinner. I want to do things but am restricted cuz I feel crappy.. I’m not even eating dairy or gluten.. I dont understand!
Meet Billy and Ringo.
Billy is living on the streets of Southampton due to a series of unfortunate events. Originally from a different city, Billy was already living on the streets before he came down South. He has been on the streets for six months, four of which have been spent here. This old shop entrance is his ‘home’. He has to beg in order get enough money to buy a meal for around £1.50.
Ringo, his dog, is 25 weeks old. The whole time I was talking to Billy, the dog was itching.
If you knelt down to stoke Ringo, he would clamber onto your lap for comfort, he doesn’t even have a dog bed.
It was interesting to hear about Billy’s life. He has been caught in a cruel catch22. He wants a job, but to have a job he needs accommodation, for that he needs money, which leads him back to needing a job. All the while, needing enough money to buy himself dinner and his dog food.
Billy told me that in his current situation he’s happy if he can feed himself and Ringo.It was tough to hear this heart-wrenching truth. Billy is 58 years old, almost the same age as my dad. To hear how his life was destroyed brought tears to my eyes. This world can be so cruel. For a ‘first-world’ country, Britain is doing terribly with proverty and homelessness.
After speaking to Billy, my friend and I went to get him and his dog some food. Even though I am low on cash I still felt the urge to help him. I don’t agree with giving cash to people on the streets as I fear what they might spend it on. Instead I took it upon myself to buy him some supplies. I bought a flea collar for Ringo, and my friend bought a couple of tins of dog food as well as some treats.
Then I got Billy a sandwich, a cup of tea and some nutri-grain bars, to keep him going.
It’s not much, but it’s something.
When I asked if I could take a photo he agreed, but no smile approached his face for the whole time we were with him.
My empathy for homeless people has grown. Even though I feel like I have it tough sometimes, it’s not nearly as bad as it can be. Not everyone living on the streets are there because of drink and drugs. Somethings they just fall up uncertain circumstances.
'Hpw to cope with PTSD'
At 430 words.
Haven’t even finished my first article yet.. But at least I’m getting somewhere. Meeting with my supervisor in the morning too.
There are a number of students in my GCSE class that have behavioural issues and if they feel uncomfortable they can do anything from storm out of the classroom to throwing chairs and punching their tables. They’re great kids, they just dont always see the light at the end of the tunnel and when they are in stressful situations they dont know what to do other than lash out sometimes. They are 10 months away from their final exams and the pressure is being mounted on them in every aspect of their school lives.
Last week one of the students saw me making little origami stars. Its something I do when I’m feeling anxious to help me focus on something else. He asked if I could show him how to make them. He had been clenching his fists all lesson, which I’ve noticed is a tell that he is struggling to retain composure. I gave him a strip of paper and talked it through with him. Soon half of the class were asking me to show them. They all picked it up really quickly.
After about five minutes and about 8 stars later, the student sat back down and was in a much calmer and motivated mood for the rest of the lesson. Our next lesson I placed a box of paper strips on my desk and when I saw anyone getting worked up about their work I silently placed a strip in front of them and let them get on with it. The lesson after I was amazed to see that students would go up to the box of their own accord, pick up a few strips and head back to their desks to continue working after calming down.
Yesterday I brought a large jar into the classroom and placed my anxiety stars in there. The boys put their strsss stars in there too. When they fill the jar I’m going to bring sweets into the lesson to celebrate them working hard and working through their problems in a positive manner. I know I’m not the teacher they deserve just yet but I feel like I’ve made a big breakthrough with them.
art therapy is important.
ask any high school student what they wanna do once they leave high school and watch them cry right in front of you
Ask any university student halfway through their degree and watch as they die inside.
Ask any university student a month away from finishing their degree what they are going to do after and watch them sit in a corner rocking back a forth…
Will probably have to interview my case study again to get some more information from him. I can make do for tonight I s’pose
Pray for me, and that I will remain motivated until the end of this article at least. Would be good to get the draft finished, if not three-quarters of the way done, today so I can show my supervisor tomorrow.
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK