Its been one of those full weeks, where life has seemed to be filled with stuff.
This was taken during one of the more sweet moments, as I walked the Little One home from preschool for the last time, before she goes to Big School in September.
She wanted to stop, and wave to the train as it passed us.
Thankfully she was up for the bribe of a ice lolly from home – before heading back here. As opposed to waiting for 30 minutes on the bridge.
Upon hearing the sad news that Chester Bennington, lead singer of Linkin Park, had committed suicide, I wanted to share a part of a Guardian article written after Robin Williams had taken his life.
There are some common sense points here about depression, and mental health issues, that I feel are good to serve as a reminder for us all.
Depression IS an illness
Depression, the clinical condition, could really use a different name. At present, the word “depressed” can be applied to both people who are a bit miserable and those with a genuine debilitating mood disorder. Ergo, it seems people are often very quick to dismiss depression as a minor, trivial concern. After all, everyone gets depressed now and again, don’t they? Don’t know why these people are complaining so much.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; dismissing the concerns of a genuine depression sufferer on the grounds that you’ve been miserable and got over it is like dismissing the issues faced by someone who’s had to have their arm amputated because you once had a paper cut and it didn’t bother you. Depression is a genuine debilitating condition, and being in “a bit of a funk” isn’t. The fact that mental illness doesn’t receive the same sympathy/acknowledgement as physical illness is oftenreferenced, and it’s a valid point. If you haven’t had it, you don’t have the right to dismiss those who have/do. You may disagree, and that’s your prerogative, but there are decades’ worth of evidence saying you’re wrong.
Depression doesn’t discriminate
How, many seem to wonder, could someone with so much going for them, possibly feel depressed to the point of suicide? With all the money/fame/family/success they have, to be depressed makes no sense?
Admittedly, there’s a certain amount of logic to this. But, and this is important, depression (like all mental illnesses) typically doesn’t take personal factors into account. Mental illness can affect anyone. We’ve all heard of the “madness” of King George III; if mental illness won’t spare someone who, at the time, was one of the most powerful well-bred humans alive, why would it spare someone just because they have a film career?
Granted, those with worse lives are probably going to be exposed to the greater number of risk factors for depression, but that doesn’t mean those with reduced likelihood of exposure to hardships or tragic events are immune. Smoking may be a major cause of lung cancer, but non-smokers can end up with it. And a person’s lifestyle doesn’t automatically reduce their suffering. Depression doesn’t work like that. And even if it did, where’s the cut-off point? Who would we consider “too successful” to be ill?
Read the rest over at The Guardian website.
Has this whole matter hit home a little hard. Contact The Samaritans, or find someone else to talk to. Please.
When we went to Greendale Farm… No not as in Postman Pat, but the place near Exeter in Devon
One of the great things about Devon, is the amount of farm shops that are around the place. Obviously, the greater amount of alternative options there are, the more reasons the farm shop has to give you to go their place instead of the others.
After a short debate on where to go for a quick micro trip* near Exeter, we drove into Greendale Farm, and immediately made our way to the sparkling new playpark.
There’s only a photo of half the frame below, the other half included a few kids having loads of fun, sliding down and climbing up the slide. We discovered that the cafe brings food and drink you order out to the play area, (so no need to move).
Foodwise, we went cheap and had a portion of chips between the two of us, while the little one had a sandwich. After ordering we discovered they also have Gluten Free bread they can swap out, as well as Gluten Free cake! I may try the breakfast next time we visit Greendale Farm.
No visit is complete without saying hello to the various animals around the farm. There are animals from chickens and goats, to ostriches and red deer. Some of which you can stroke… others you may just want to say “hello” to.
What ever you do or eat when you’re there. Don’t forget to grab some ice cream. Trust me…
*Micro Trip, btw way is when you go out somewhere fun, but can still get back home in time to go to work.
So now we know. Jodie Whittaker is to be the new Doctor, the 13th lead actor in Doctor Who. (Ok there’s the War Doctor – lets keep this straight forward please). And yes. The Doctor is now going to be a woman.
Now, I’ll be honest here.
I have been known to argue why The Doctor should be a guy. (Basic argument was that he was a mostly non violent, male role model). But after these 61 seconds, I’m not just ok with the changes, but looking forward to the new era:
It probably helps that I cant help but think that she so looks like The Doctor. (Please dont ask me how I know if an actor looks looks like the Doctor or not).
It’s also been signposted in the show for a while…
But What if you’re upset about the new Doctor being a female?
Here’s a few ideas…
- Check out the Big Finish audio stories. They’ve been producing Doctor Who stories for years, featuring many of the previous Doctors. Give them a listen, but if you’re not sure where to start, the 50th anniversary special “The Light At The End” is a good start.
- Delve into the Doctor Who DVD catelogue. If you really want to try an old go for The Mind Robber.
- Wait it out. Watch the new series, or don’t watch it. We’re talking about a show that reinvents itself every a few years. It will reinvent itself again.
- Remember, somewhere, there are going to be girls growing up with a new more relatable hero. Thats got to be a good thing right? And again, if it sucks, well give it a few years and return to the show.
- Please try and take some joy in this video, and that other girls may well have the same reaction. Please?
— ?️?Jenny Trout (@Jenny_Trout) July 16, 2017
Just a shame that apparently shes not keeping the coat…
Any other suggestions for people struggling with the change?
With thanks to @georgeluke on twitter for the idea for this.
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Welcome to the close of the summer term at school. If you have a kid at any sort of school, the chances are they’ve either had, or about to have a school sports day.
There will be parents all over the place cheering on their kids in what ever shape or form, and sometimes – there is a chance for parents to join the sports day fun. Normally this looks like racing each other in some form.
Now I reckon there are other sports that fit the world of parenthood more than a egg and spoon race.
Here are my ideas for parent related sports:
- The dash home. Triggered by the cry of “I need a wee”, in the appropriate pitch that makes you believe that things are coming out. This sport starts when home is the nearest toilet, but is still seemingly far away. To partake in this sport, simply pick up your Little One in your arms, and dash home quick. The winner is the parent that gets their kid home fastest. (Bonus points if you remain calm even though you believe you’ve been wee’d on.)
- Midnight Lego Walk. Its dark. You have bare feet. The floor has Lego. Go!
- The Dash Up. This starts with you downstairs, while the little one is asleep upstairs. The night is peaceful, suddenly peace is interrupted by a blood curdling scream. HOW FAST CAN YOU GET UP THOSE STAIRS? Ready?
- Confident Cyclist. How much confidence can you show your kid, while shes sat on a random bouncy chair behind you as you cycle. When you brought this bike, you never imagined cycling with a passenger, now is your time NOT to freak about how difficult it is! How far can you cycle without the kid freaking out?
- Hide the chocolate. This parenting game is a variation of “Hide and Seek” except your hiding, and eating the chocolate before the child finds you…
The above may have been inspired by times that the Little One has kept me on my toes.
What sports do you play?