After my Dad’s death in November last year, as well as sadness, a relief washed over me. The dark cloud of terminal cancer that had hung over my family for the best part of 6 months, was gone. I could start to look forward again. […]
Author: Emily Tealady
I love a good debate. I love talking to others about a range of topics and I like to hear others opposing views.
Having strong opinions and being able to discuss and justify your beliefs are very important skills. Listening to others point of view, accepting other people will think differently, and sometimes even conceding someone may have a better point then you to make, are even more important arguably and something I admit I haven’t fully got the hang of yet.
Yes, there are times I may think people are Knobheads for their opinions (look at anything Donald Trump says) but this is part and parcel of being human. We all get hot headed at times. We may all fume at headlines or quotes of what people have said. We may read blog posts that set our souls alight with rage. Maybe we just don’t like what someone has written because it’s just really badly written.
You will at some point say something flippant and “bitchy” because as I said, we are human. It shouldnt be the norm but you have to accept that its a part of life. All of us have people we don’t like for whatever reasons.
However there is a difference in thinking these things and writing them down for all to see.
Parenting is difficult enough. There are so many choices and ways of doing this. There is no manual so there is no right or wrong way. Yet others out there have a manical, evangelical attitude to try and convert the world to whatever it is they are passionate about. Nappies, feeding, clothing, menstrual supplies, car seats and buggies are all topics I have seen this happen to recently.
My question is: Are we not allowed to have opinions anymore?
There are those who will always stick to the most common and well liked opinion; the safe option maybe.
There are those who sit on the fence and tread the thin line between one opinion or the other.
There are those who will totally disagree and may believe something totally different.
That is life.
We can’t like everyone all of the time. People seem desperate to be on the “right” side of a debate and seem to have saccharine opinions in an aim to please the most popular people. To be in the “in” crowd.
People are scared to say what they actually think for fear of a backlash within their (I’m talking online here) communities.
No matter what happens in life, you can’t avoid confrontation. Someone, somewhere at some time will disagree with you.
I’m getting tired of seeing how critical others can be of opposing views which buck against the popular consensus. I’m tired of seeing those who will criticise others for daring to say what they think or believe.
Healthy debate is good; and if you disagree with someone I think you should say it. In a mature way.
We will all never get on. The world is not a Diet Coke advert with us all holding hands singing “I’d like to teach the world to sing”. Having a different opinion is ok. Agreeing to disagree is something you CAN do.
It’s the way we all deal with these opinions which need to change. I am sure I am guilty of all these things at some time in my life, I’ll be the first to admit.
It’s OK to agree; it’s OK to disagree. I’m going to try from now on to remember that and respect it.
Breastfeeding has become less about the feeding. It’s lost sight of what it actually is: a way to feed your child. It is a physiological event that occurs in the mother. For the child. Obviously it’s the natural way to feed your child. But that […]
There’s got to be some perks to this pregnancy lark….right?
Not having to pay for the dentist
Being able to get out of anything by saying you’re pregnant
Being able to sit down on buses or stare at people intently rubbing your belly until they let you have their seat. Or give you a sandwich.
Having naps at work
Being able to swim whatever time of the month
Not having to buy any tampons or sanitary towels! Take that VAT loving government!
Not having periods! For 9 months!
Just letting it all hang out. The freedom of not having to suck your stomach in.
If you’re a bit fat (like me) then you will get no annoying “are you pregnant” type questions as people are too afraid to ask
Wearing pyjamas all the time and no one telling you it’s wrong
Bring able to eat whatever you like! No Worrying about dieting….
Being able to fart whenever you like and that’s OK because you’re pregnant
Suddenly getting the energy to plan house redecoration, crafts, spring cleaning the house and pinteresting like a mo’fo
Crying at anything and everything but people don’t mind because you’re pregnant
Being able to get out of any kind of physical labour such as hoovering or lifting 3 year olds
Not being able to have any actual treatment at the dentist because you’re pregnant
Not being able to take Lemsip
Not actually being able to take some medication you can get for free
Not being able to reach and therefore manage your bikini line
Forgetting to wake up after a nap
Not being able to eat all the nice cheese. And paté.
Not having any alcohol.
Discovering how you dance sober.
Knowing the mother of all periods will await you in 9 months time
Feeling so sick you can’t do anything you’ve planned
Getting stuck in the car, wedged between the steering wheel. And always beeping the horn when you try and get out.
People assuming you can’t do anything because you’re pregnant. Like run. Or have a bath.
As soon as you get pregnant, you suddenly get invites to parties, weddings, hen dos, holidays and every social event on the calender. Which you then have to attend. Sober.
Bearing in mind the last 12 months your social calender looked pretty empty….
Being the designated driver.
Answers to children’s most irritating questions…. WHY? Well, because it is. Because that’s what someone named them. Who knows? I’m not sure really. What made you think of that? I don’t know why daddy always leaves the loo seat up. Beats me. Why are you […]
There are many posts that I have written over the past few months, that I never published. Since October, life got pretty shit. I was diagnosed with depression, my Dad died and well, it was awful. This post was written in October 2015. These were my thoughts when I was diagnosed with depression.
I can laugh. I can smile.
I’m not a zombie.
I’m not suicidal.
I am, apparently, depressed.
I had to take time out.
Time out from what?
There’s just not enough time for anything
Not enough time for me.
Time is probably the reason.
Time is running out and I have no way of stopping it.
It’s a summer and autumn of lasts, not firsts.
So many endings.
Saying goodbye all the time is very hard.
I can forget, for a while.
I have made the most of the time we have left.
But I am so tired, and strained.
I am not how I thought someone depressed is. Should be.
If I don’t think, I am OK.
Depression is hard.
Many days, I am OK. if I don’t have to do anything, I’m OK.
but pressure,expectation, appointments, or a comment, or a look
Can have my stomach churn and the panic sets in and I am back to square one.
I probably don’t look that unwell on the outside.
But it’s all on the inside.
I’m not hyperventilating, but I am panicking.
I can’t think of anything else. Round and round and round my head.
Small, insignificant things like a comment on a birthday card.
I am tired. I am wired. I can’t rest. I can’t stop.
This is a chilling novel which really had me spooked! A fast paced thriller which really gets the tension going from page one. I was able to read a copy of this book via Netgalley. Here’s the blurb: Someone’s getting married. Someone’s getting murdered. […]