Monday, November 24, 2014

Breathe & let go of the judgement

There are days when all you can do is shake your head & hopefully the stuff you don't need out; the stuff that takes up way too much of your time & energy. This is the stuff of other people's opinions & judgements, that makes days harder, often disguised as friends, family or good advice. Sometimes you don't even ask for it, let alone need it, yet it's there & at times can be so overwhelming the disappointment of not being how others expect you to be can be the catalyst for depression, withdrawal socially, anger, frustration & worse. Nothing good comes from the judgement of others in its negative forms.

The truth is anything which does not improve your sense of self, lifts you to a positive outcome is not help & it isn't good advice. There is a skill to communicating & few care to learn therefore neglect the potential outcomes by misguided & false advice. Just because you know words & can use them to verbalise yourself, does not equate to good communication skills.


Not to be confused with the hard stuff good friends are made of. When you are at risk to yourself or to others & great friends step in to show you the way, rather than tell you what to do & step back & let you fall on your face. It's the false stuff that people show in their body language, in the their eye contact, in the words they say & don't say, it's the stuff you over hear or when someone forgets to disconnect the phone & you get a little insight into what people think of you when they think you are not listening - that is judgement in its ugliest form. It's also ignorance, it's also harmful & dangerous. It's the conversations people have with you all the while attempting to reassure you they are there to support you & then turn to someone else or their partner or their children & repeat a different story. Nothing is more hurtful than discovering falsities in people you care about. 

Our intrinsic need, one of the most basic human drives is our need to connect & belong. Imagine the realisation that you are in the wrong place with the wrong people & heading down the wrong path.  It takes an awfully strong individual to be capable of leaving the environment which spends more time bringing you down through judgement and assumptions than lifting you up so you can go forward with support and encouragement. 

I've heard it all, judgements of children from parents, judgements of so-called friends, judgements about partners, even the tiring judgement of complete strangers by merely reading an article in the newspaper or watching a t.v. report & forming an assumption (a sense of entitlement), a self righteous view that they could possibly understand the complex background to why a person behaves as they do. 

As someone whose role was to form judgements through professional assessment there is a risk of getting it wrong without substantiated evidence. This isn't needed in our day to day lives nor is it ever used. How quickly I have learned this over the past few years as I began to ignore and even let go of the relationships with people who knew me the least yet made the most judgements. What I discovered was a lightness to my heart & an improvement in my mental health when I let go of the people & relationships which did not serve my best interest, which drained my sense of self, lowered me to feeling insecure & unworthy, to feel lost or confused. By letting go of such relationships I allowed more room for the right people to enter my life. 




There is nothing more telling about a person than when they unleash their judgements about you, about your decisions, what you should be doing (if they were you), how your parenting could be better, who you love, what choices you make, how you spend your money, your time, your energy.

It is far more easier for people to accept a lie than to confront the truth. We see this in the media, in public lives every day. In the last few years there has been an increase in sexual assault claims of public profiles in the entertainment industry & perusing the comments on line I've noticed it is far more comfortable for people to accept someone's lie than it is to challenge their false reality.

When people judge you, when you listen to them judge others, it tells far more about their own insecurities than it does about you. There are those who judge people by the way they dress, their tattoos, their hair styles, the most ridiculous shallow judgements are those of physical appearance. Some years ago we were travelling throughout Australia & camped overnight in a remote location in the Northern Territory. Up the back, away from all the other campers was this amazing flash looking bus, brand new & the travelling environment you dream you could take your children in. No one seemed to know who it belonged to. There was this guy wandering around the park at times, he seemed to walk everywhere; complete with rubber thongs, unshaven, stubbies (if you are not an Aussie these are little short shorts) & a blue singlet. So you could imagine the surprise of some campers when they realised this incredibly nice guy was once an extremely successful property developer & decided he wanted more from life & sold everything up to hit the road. He traded in his business suits & Merc for a bus & thongs & off he went.

Further down the road we had more & more experiences; there was the time late on a Friday arvo, stranded on the Nullabor & the kids were all down with a vomiting bug & I had failed to notice my EFT card had expired & being a Friday didn't have time to transfer a little more. We had 3 days until Monday, sick kids & no cash & driving a large 4WD that took a lot to fuel up. So we pitched our tent in the free zone to ride it out. If you ask the kids today they will say it was our 'hell on earth'. A few times we went to use the only what we thought 'free' toilet in the area at a local service station, until the owner came out to tell me off for taking advantage of her business (free toilet?) & I walked off in tears, by then I had also come down with the same bug. Approximately 30 minutes later a man came over, covered head to toe in tatts, teeth missing, what some would consider 'scary' with a few coins to go & use the showers/toilets over the back which were reserved for the caravan park & a bag with fresh milk/water a few treats for the kids & an apology for the lady.  He had noticed us for the few days & explained to the owner her assumptions were incorrect & reminded her that come Monday we would have to spend several hundred dollars at her service station to fuel up & get the hell out of there.

I can't tell you the number of stories complete strangers have been kinder to us than the people we know. The problem appears to be those closest to you see one version of your personality & believe they understand everything about you & can develop an ignorant sense of entitlement to remind you of all the mistakes you make (their perceived mistakes).

In reality - IT IS YOUR LIFE & yes it hurts & it is difficult to stay with people & be tolerant when you are constantly being judged by people you know are merely projecting on you their own inadequacy & wish that their life was different & through their excuses of having 'learned the hard way' feel it a right to tell you what you need to change. In reality there are some people who are so afraid of examining their own life & spending their time working on their own issues, it is much easier to focus on you.

I've heard people who drink like fish every day, talk about others alcoholic problems; I've heard people discuss the marriage failings of others all the while ignoring their own falling apart. I've had the judgements about parenting from people whose children are off the rails & out of control. When people fear their own reality they feel no other instinctive option than to focus on someones life other than their own.

How easy it is to dish out arm chair advice to someone going through hell, someone homeless when you have a roof over your head? Bullying is a form of judgement, its others telling you things you don't need or want to hear about yourself. In the adult form bullying continues by people who disguise themselves as 'caring' or 'helping' yet really become comfortable in their closeness to you & when the judging & assuming starts you need to pick yourself up & put a lot more distance between you so they may get the message (although they may never do that) & you can protect yourself. No matter how hard you try to defend yourself & educate people about your reality, there are some people who love to sit down & spend more time talking about you than helping you, let them go, you don't need people in your life who do not serve your best interest.

As someone who has a heavy load every day & some days it is unbearable, I just politely smile at people & try to ignore the many responses I could say about their lives & just breathe & walk away. There are some days I want to walk so far I cannot hear the sound of some people's voices anymore, I want to go so far that everything becomes quiet & the assuming & judgement ceases to exist.

The truth is we are all trying to survive here, we are hoping to get the most we can out of this life in the way we know how, with the experience, skill & knowledge we have; remembering no two people are ever the same, so why on earth would you assume to know what someone should do. There are options & there is advice, yet make it worth their while, where they feel good about themselves. Ask yourself is it coming from what you would do or what they would do. I would lay money on it that 99% of the time people give advice based on what they would do & find it extremely difficult to stop & think long enough about being in someone else's shoes.

Sometimes people with depression, mental health issues, stress, may already be running with a full cup. They have no more room for your unsolicited advice. They need someone to carry their cup for them or to help take some out, not to put more in & tell them what they should be doing instead of where they are at now. This can be the difference whether someone survives life or not.

I tell my children when you've had enough rough play or the joke is going too far to voice it to people & then the onus is on them to listen & to hear what you've said. The youngest one has sometimes raised her hand & said 'stop it I don't like it' & her older siblings think of only their needs & the keep going & before long she has ended up in tears & no one is having fun anymore. Adults are the same, if you listen carefully people will tell you when they've had enough, maybe it's in their body language, they might stop calling, they might tell you directly; sometimes their cup is full & they need you to take some time off from the judgement & assumptions as they try to catch their breathe.

Whether your friend or family member has an addiction or a struggle or they have major stress in their life & they appear to you to be 'screwing it up', just take a deep breathe & think before you say 'you could ......' or 'you should........' or 'I was just trying to help'. It is helpful if it is needed, it is not help if it hurts or makes things harder for the person.When you tell someone your judgements & assumptions, which cut to the core of stuff they are dealing with, take a moment & ask yourself are you making this harder for them or easier? Are you really helping or are you judging & assuming you know better, when you don't have a clue what they are going through.

Ask yourself - DO YOU REALLY KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PERSON?

The truth - no one really knows the whole person. The only way we get to know each other is by listening without judgement and assumptions, without preconceived pattern & history, without relating it to our own life & experience.

THIS PERSON IS NOT YOU!

I dare any person to stand up & tell me they've been through what I've gone through & then see if they would have the same outcomes & be the same person. Dare you.

Try butting out a bit more & butting out in private as well, don't save your judgement for behind close doors & then watch it filter through as the lies you tell yourself about others, through your misunderstanding, lack of education, lack of experience (how many people do you know who have had relatively easy lives & yet continually pass judgement on those who have not? How can you possibly judge a person who chooses to be single if you have been co dependent your whole life? How can you judge someones parenting if you are non existent in your own role? How can you judge someone else's health if you are an alcoholic? How can you possibly pass judgement on a single Mum with an incredibly difficult load to carry when you have a husband & a life without uncertainty & you can plan a year ahead, when some of us are living day to day?

Judging & assuming is a 'dangerous game' - we all have our own stuff to deal with, based on OUR experiences, OUR lives & OUR reality. Time to get off everyone elses case & focus more on what's in your own backyard.

In a society where suicide is at its highest in history, where more people are feeling so lost, so overwhelmed & alone, mental health is increasing & the DSM (the statistical manual for diagnoses) is becoming one of the largest books of our time, something needs to be done to put down the judgement & assumptions & pick up the compassion, the patience, the love & sensitivity to each other.

There is nothing more soul destroying than projecting onto a person a sense of not being good enough. When I see people doing this through their sexism, racism, abuse of their partners, making jokes at their partners or friends expense & think its funny, when they use sarcasm as a front for their own self loathing, when I observe the behaviours of others I feel so sad for their journey, their struggle, how lost they have become from themselves, how detached & disconnected from who they are.

Despite my failed marriage & the outcomes of all those years when my ex was in the ADF, I have to say the help & support was incredible compared to 'civilian' life. When my son had cancer someone would help with his injections when my husband was away, there was the kind woman who had 5 children of her own & a busy life & she would make a pot of something, bake fresh bread & organise to even have the washing folded while I was at the hospital all day. There were people who through their small acts of kindness made a very difficult time that much easier.

I am so grateful for the true friends who listen, who I know are there, yet there are days and sometimes too often when people forget we are stills swimming up hill with a full pack & we don't need their judgement or assumptions and we are very very very tired of carrying this load. Maybe it is nearing time to put a lot of distance between us & the judgement again, maybe its time to just pack up & go so we can breathe & how sad it is that sometimes it takes that in order to survive.

If you can do anything today, try saying something nice, being nice, helping someone, even a stranger, you just never know, you might be the difference to whether someone has had enough or holds on a little longer. Namaste xoxox

"The reality is that most people are just doing what they’re doing. Constructing stories and explanations for other people’s choices and behavior is a dangerous game. Everyone has their stuff, their fears and pain and raw, unhealed places. We all have our worries and obsessions and dreams and occasional absurdities. We’ve all had our particular life experiences which have shaped us and informed the way we feel about the world and other people." Ally

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Health & Happiness & the truth about butter

It's rather arrogant & yet funny at the same time that Australians & even in the US/UK, citizens are often seen to take information from other countries when someone thinks they've discovered an answer to improve our health & well being, 'oh look they have a lot of olive oil in their diet, it must be good for us' & then add it in, not just a little, in everything. Marketing pours in telling us we need more of it & if we just add more our health will improve. We've done this with education 'oh look Reggio is great in Italy, let's do that here', totally forgetting the overall culture, the lifestyle, way of life is very different to our own, ignoring the budget support from the local councils in Reggio or the history behind the beautiful Malaguzzi inspired services for children & hence why being tokenistic about health or education never works. Years ago when I was casual teaching, I would come across these beautifully aesthetic pre school environments & not one aspect of our indigenous history, the very culture that is the foundation of this country was represented in those rooms, of course culture borrowed from Italy was far more relevant (or so they believed) than embracing our own heritage. We still teach French in schools across this country & yet how many schools know their local Aboriginal language & how many Aboriginal languages have been lost since occupation of these shores by white man? Australians are becoming more known for as the chameleon at the party than leaders in culture & patriotism. We adapt & take from other cultures whatever we like & as a multicultural society this is of course to be expected. Yet to disregard our very strengths & to import Baramundi from Asia for our major supermarket chains when we have the best Baramundi in the world, we have to start considering it is time to grab that pendulum & stop it swinging & we've taken this all a little bit too far. You can't take a little & add it to something which has a lot of issues & a lot of attitude about those issues.

Some years (decades ago) we were told butter was bad for us, full cream milk (although I still think its weird how we are the only species/mammal that keeps drinking/using milk after child rearing) even eggs, the list went on & fully supported by the industry & marketing enthusiasts who continued to dictate to us what we should & shouldn't eat. Few took the time to think for themselves, asked the hard questions - why when there was a huge slump in wheat exports & countries were suffering greatly, did a healthy food pyramid suddenly appear that told us carbohydrates in the form or breads & pasta was not only good for us, it should be the largest staple in our diet! Why because it was funded by the very industry needing to increase their profit & wow did it work. Within a decade a whole profit driven fast food industry was born, hamburgers were considered healthy, with all that salad how could they not & plus it was a bread roll, bonus health! At the same time the statistics went charging upwards for the wheat industry, the obesity epidemic was born & the fast food industry & the increase in heart disease, preventable disease & the demand on health services in our country.

As I said it is sort of arrogant & yet naive to hand your health over to your government & not ask or research the information yourself, come on people do you really trust the people who need to think about big business & profit? Someone jumps on the band wagon with a little information & then rams it down everyone's throat & people make these drastic changes (over the top) to their diets. We need more wheat, we need less eggs, less butter, less full cream anything. Then the diet & lite industry is born. Have you looked at the shelves lately, watched people standing there reading the labels to try & find something which actually means what it says?

We live in a country where lite can be colour, it doesn't have to mean good for you. When something is low in fat, low can often equal high in processed something else. If you want healthy food go back to basics, cut out processed altogether, go raw, go naked, give up reading labels & listening to the profit driven industry tell you that you'll be fine as long as you have that processed milk & cereal & throw a few blueberries on it for breakfast, put something green in your smoothy; why oh why do people not listen to the voice of their body crying out, begging them to listen to why they are angry, irritable, can't poo, their tummy goes up like a balloon, they feel crap after eating! You are not your neighbour or friend, we each have different body types, we have histories of family illness, preventable disease, risk factors. What works for one may not work for someone else. What is important, is listening to the changes & voice of your body. How does food make your skin feel? How regular are you using the bathroom? Are you tired or too energetic that you can't sleep? Food is a major power source for modifying many of our simple ailments before they develop into cardiovascular disease, cancers or death.

What anthropologists learn from studying other cultures is heart disease & cancer & even mental health is lower in these countries because of the whole health approach & full diet differences that would require us to over haul our lives, not just say 'oh this fat is bad & this one is good'.

When we stepped off that plane in Rome & finally put down our bags in our room we were famished. It didn't matter that technically it would have been breakfast time at home, we headed straight for the flashing pizza lights across the road & ordered up. There was no puff this or cheese filled stuffed that. No pastry that tasted more of processed something than of real ancient wheat grains & cheese that was the colour of sunshine from the processed taste increases used to keep you wanting it. We ate real pizza; pizza made as it has been since Queen Margerite was indulged with the first Margarita, flying the colours of Italy, basil for the green, tomatoes for the red & cheese for the white (yes cheese was white!).




What I noticed as we ate our way through our travels was the balance of food (water & fruit on the table) & even wine with our meals. yes it was relatively normal to have a glass (yep just 1) with our meal, sometimes two, even 1 at lunch. It wasn't a whole bottle or two, we didn't need carrying out the door or a taxi. In Pompeii our tour stopped at a lovely old restaurant & following a 3 course lunch of salads, pasta, fruit & wine, there was no tummy swelling, no 'omgosh I can't fit another thing', the food was fresh, it was real, it was without the processed ingredients a society demands in order to cut back on time in the kitchen waiting for good food to arrive. It was delicious & authentic.

We know....... the healthy fats found in nuts, vegetables etc are good for us, we know real olive oil (not the boutique crap that you buy for a fortune & think it is better yet oxidizes in the pan & then is just crap), we know real butter (not the fake stuff or the lite stuff or the cheap stuff) is good for you, we know coconut oil, coconut flours, coconut in general which has been widely used in healthy heart countries is good for you when combined with vegetables, fish, nuts, pulses (not layered in muesli bars or sweet treats loaded with processed sugars.

We know that over the decades our supermarkets are filled with more labels & processed foods than ever before & yet they are still in demand. We know heart disease & mental health & preventable disease in our cultures is still far from under control. We know binge drinking & alcohol is more about avoiding real life in this country than enjoying it. We know that processed crap, which we have been using now since post WWII, because the demand went up to have food faster & easier, so that families could spend less time at the table & in the kitchen & work harder & spend more time spending their money than saving it, is screwing with our bodies & instead of going back to basics & cutting out the processed crap, people spend more money signing up to gym memberships they never use, running their frustrations out & creating more bone density issues & draining the medical industry more. Come on people, get real. Take charge of what you eat & what goes into your body, it's the only one you have.

We know that those cultures where there is lower heart disease & better mental health, don't appear to have this all consuming materialistic drive, they are not the individualistic motivated society we live in. They spend time together as a family, as a community, they care about their neighbours, about each other, children are raised in communities not by governments & education departments, friends are for life, marriage & commitment still has meaning - life is very very different in these cultures - food is a celebration of tradition, a family get together (in some areas of Australia we've become more concerned about the size of our outdoor BBQ & house, the houses which are bigger with more rooms, yet less children & BBQ's that are more about showing off your skills than spending time with neighbours, because now we've become so busy most people don't know who their neighbours are!); food is an extension of a nations culture (what does this say about Australia?), not just who can stuff the most on the their plate & eat the fastest & replicate those meals we see on t.v.. Life is enjoyable. Food is to be enjoyed.

In those cultures where overall health is different to the results we are seeing here, exercise is not just an industry or something you must schedule in or stick a video in to squeeze in between your morning latte' & paper reading; its a way of life, dance, music & art are embraced. There are many nations in the world where the slim, carefully edited glossy magazine cover bodies would be considered unattractive & unwell. Bodies are to be celebrated, healthy, curvy, sexy bodies. Nothing is more attractive than a happy soul, joyous & full of life; a person who loves life, enjoys food & taking care of themselves. In countries where it is OK to have a few curves, people feel good about themselves, they are more likely to socialise, spend time outdoors, with family, friends & less time worrying about their appearance.

Can you see where this goes & how it works? Food & what you think of food, how you use food can completely alter the function of your body, inside & out & feed the thoughts you tell yourself, alter your behaviour, change your relationships with people, how you interact, what career you chose, what life you live. One would think that food, should be a priority. Yes reading & writing is vital to our children's development, yet so is food, water & a safe home to live in. Human beings are the most dependent species on the planet. Why not teach children to be more independent, to understand good food, how to use it & start taking care of their health, preventing long term disease, reversing the pattern & history & ignorance of our past. When we learn more about food, the truth, the naked raw truth about what we eat, we are empowered with decisions we never knew were possible. Give a person a fish, they have a meal, teach a person to fish & they have a food source for life. I started with my children when they were little, I told them they each needed to come up with one meal a week to cook as a main meal. When my 6 year old learned how to make rice wraps, we had rice wraps once a week until she learned another & another. I let them make their own breakfast & gave them choices. There were none of those silly rules about green veggies are just for dinner, you can eat vegetables, fruits, salad anytime & water was always available & sometimes the only thing available. You are the power behind what your children put in their mouths, you buy it, you give it to them. You are deciding the health of your children by what you choose to put in their mouths.

I've been having eggs nearly every single day for the last few years, sometimes I have spinach & vegetables with my breakfast, sometimes I follow it up with fruit, Greek yoghurt, nuts. The other day was my daughters birthday & as the only vegan in the house she was cautious about anyone else making her birthday cake & decided to make her own. A layer of coconut infused grains & oils, packed into the bottom of the pan, layered as a cheesecake (without cheese of course being a vegan), filled with yummy dates, nuts, cacao & drizzled with what looked like chocolate & tastes better than the fake stuff you unwrap from the supermarket that was sourced from child labour from the West Coast of Africa; yet was just a blend of cacao & dates & coconut oil. Everyone who tasted it couldn't believe there wasn't one thing in it that wasn't good for you, how could something good for you taste so good?



I've taken to this fetish of pan fried large mushrooms, with red onion, fresh coriander, kale & spicy lentils, just talking about it now gives me an appetite. Sometimes I top it off with a sprinkle of goat cheese.

Good food does taste good, it tastes damn fantastic. You feel it in your bones, in your brain, you don't feel sluggish or overloaded, your tummy doesn't bloat, your bowel works a treat, that's because real food, the unprocessed, back to basics food is great for us, it was how it was supposed to be, before we stuffed around with it to make more time for keeping busy & less time in the kitchen. Great food radiates in your skin.

If you put more time into learning how to use real food, to cook from scratch, with NO processed foods, to live without that disgusting processed sugar (which is more addictive than some illicit drugs), if you learn to give your body a natural high, rather than a quick fix carbonated caffeine filled kill your feel good ...... drink, you won't look back. Our tummy bloats for a reason. Gluten is difficult for any person to process not just the gluten intolerant, it takes a hell of a lot of time for the body to sort it & get it through, you don't need an allergy or intolerance to know when your body is struggling to process something. The thing is it's mixed with other processed crap & processed sugars & don't fall for the huge gluten free product market, check them out, make time.  Many have added other nasties just to get you thinking you are doing the right thing. If you want something to taste good, then go to the effort of making it feel good for your body at the same time.



Someone said to me a few weeks ago 'but it's so expensive to eat healthy'. If it's expensive then you are doing it all wrong. You don't need that packaged stuff to diet & stay healthy, you need a good farmers market, a few friends to buy bulk or family, shop around, find a green grocer & watch your recycle bin go down with less packaging & overall you will have a better impact on the environment & you'll notice a huge difference to your food bill. You may need to shop more often, to keep things fresh, yet you could always plan your week better & work around the extra trips. Better still, gather seedlings from friends, join a co-op for seeds/plants & put in your own garden. Gardens are now on balconies, in apartments, up walls. We are out of excuses.

When I mention to people how much I love yoga, there is the natural assumption yoga=weird stretchy poses. The asanas, which are the 'weird stretchy poses', make up a small portion of what yoga is about. It is a lifestyle choice. OK there are some out there have done as I described above & taken a little of the good stuff & put it into their life & then tell others 'it doesn't work' because their body doesn't look like those 'yoga freaks' gracing health magazines, tight biceps & trim little butts, well neither do I or do I aspire to this image either, that's definitely not what yoga is about. There is a philosophy behind yoga, a tradition that goes back many many years, its just as much about your inside health as your outer, about your thoughts, your behaviour, your beliefs (self, others, world). So eating healthy & wanting to treat my body with more respect is part of an overall acceptance that it is the only body I have & a gift to be enjoyed, not to be taken for granted & I am the sum of all my choices & the people I share my life with.

Our bodies have a voice, they tell us when something we are doing isn't working, when we feel ill, over weight, bloated, stomach pain, headaches, disease, lethargy, sleep all the time; what you put into your body is the fuel to keep your brain & body going. If you are more concerned about how your body looks than how it feels, well there are plenty of people out there to help you with that & I could tell you the trajectory for the path you are headed down, but why spoil the journey.

It's not rocket science, you just have to want to know. Stop listening to all the marketing hype & the sell sell sell promotions to get you to want more of the wrong stuff. We survived to evolve for a reason, without the processed stuff, without fast food. We've done more damage to our bodies than ever before in history, become more vain & more disconnected from each other than ever before. What have we done with all that time we save by not being in the kitchen? How much time do you save by using the drive-thru? What do you do with that time? You buy more take away & work harder....good luck with that.

"Studies  of people in Samoa and the Cook Islands from the 1960s found that although people ate diets  high in coconut they had  little heart disease – but  along with coconut  oil  they ate a limited diet based on a few staple foods like fish, taro, breadfruit and  bananas and  no processed food. They also ate the coconut flesh, not just the oil – that's very different to saying you can add coconut oil to a typical western diet and get a benefit," she says.

http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/diet-and-fitness/chew-on-this/butter-is-a-healthy-fat--who-says-20140427-375hq.html

Give your body a chance, give it good food & make great choices about what fuel you feed your body to power your brain & energise your soul. If you like your nuts & you've ever had a snickers (the fake thing wrapped in plastic) & some of this naked truth is sinking in & still need convincing that you can still have treats, good food does actually taste great then try my daughter's smoothy treat for a spin on something you enjoyed previously that was all processed.

Blend  - Cacao, peanut butter (organic), agave & almond milk - OMGosh a treat that tastes like it, feels like it & looks like it & without the nasty. I just downloaded 100 different healthy smoothy app to see if I can change up the ones I usually throw together. No longer do I have this structured ideas about what should & shouldn't go together, I just give it a whirl & see how it tastes.

I don't do sauces unless I make them or dressings. I do fresh & raw & naked food, food as it was meant to be. I do use herbs, fresh & dried & spices in my food, nothing better for the metabolism than heating it up.

I would like to leave my children with a legacy of health, not a pattern & history of preventable disease. I would like to enjoy being energetic well into my prime (which even nearing 50 in a few years hasn't happened yet!). I want to feel sexy, not just look the part (without the plastic) & I don't want to be popping pills to get my body to perform the way it should naturally. So I chose good, real, naked food over quick & easy processed every time.

Breakfast is up - yummmmmm. Diced mangoe, banana, with a sprinkle of LSA after my eggs :)

Get real about yourself, do yourself a favour , eat authentic food as it was meant to be. Get naked about food. Live longer, happier & healthier.

Namaste xo

Sunday, November 9, 2014

A woman of worth


The more I see in others, the less I want, the more I know myself; who I am, why I am & where I am going, the girl I was, the woman I became, the woman I am worth.

I am not the girl in the bar, on the corner begging you to stay, to come home; to change my light bulbs or mow my lawn. I won’t chase you til you stay. When I run it’s to clear & nurture my body. I won’t need your brawn or your intellect, I have my own & I use it. I won’t need to pack it into storage when your insecurities are challenged. I am worth listening to without preconceived answers & ending my sentences.

I am the woman of all those before me; those who died for love, starved & beaten to meet your needs, we learned & we adapted. I changed, I grew from the girl I was to the woman I became & yet to be.

I won’t need you to run my errands, steer my car, show me the way; I’ll enjoy your strength & self assurance, your interests & honesty. I have few needs or wants, only your courage to be truthful, ability to be the man among the boys who are too busy drinking away their self worth. I am not a joke at parties or the poor excuse for cheap humor. I am worth more.

I am not the woman you cut your dating teeth on, your accessory or late night ride. You can see me as an equal, more than a mother, a wife, a girlfriend, and your piece of something or not see me at all. I won’t stay while you vent your immaturity on my patience. I won’t wait for wounds to heal so you can re open them each time you fear yourself more than you fear me leaving.

I am worth growing up for, growing old with. I am worth more than your past failures, the one who walked away. I am not your trust issues or a little girl with a little boy. I am my own person; I’ll give what I receive. I’ll hurt and I’ll repair. I’ll let go & walk on, I'll go so far that we may never cross paths again. I won’t stay without respect, I won’t thrive without love. If I am to be all of me, then you are to be all of you, there is no other balance worth staying for.

I am not a perfect body, I am not perfect. I am moving forward with the lessons I have learned, I am putting one foot in front of the other. You can choose to walk beside me or fall behind. I am creative & a thinker, I ask hard questions. I am different, I am weird & amazing. I am not the girl next door or the one you wish you had. If you are going to fight for me, then fight your inner demons, grow into your manhood & treat me in the manner I deserve. 

If you can stand in your vulnerability & in the absence of all the answers, if you can be turned on by my conversation as much as my nakedness, then I will never leave you. I will hold you in my soul as we travel millions of miles apart & in my arms when you feel for the first time the pattern & history that has shaped you.  

I will grow old, I will change and I will never be the same as the days pass. I will change with you & for you. When you step up, you will find me there waiting. I am worth staying for, worth more than finding better. I am the arms that hold you long enough that all your fears disappear; I am the smile in a distance that feels like coming home. I am worth respect, worth persistence, worth long drives & tired mornings.

I am more than my boobs or my booty, my curves and 5 minutes of pleasure. I enjoy your touch as much as you will want mine. I don’t just meet needs, I have my own. I am not the pool you dip your toe in to check the temperature. I am the deep end. I am worth the longest dive without ever knowing if you can touch the bottom. I am the risky swing from a lakeside rope & throwing your whole self in without a second thought & ever having the certainty of what lies beneath.

I am worth my every achievement, my moments; birthday, special occasions & effort to celebrate, time to remember, my choices & style. I won’t dress to please you unless it moves me as much as you, I’ll give more than you imagined possible when you give more than you receive. I am worth my tears & imperfections, my struggles & the mountains I climb. 

I am not the mother you wish you had, the family you didn’t stay for. I am the woman you dreamed may never exist. I am worth holding doors for, taking midnight turns with children for. I am worth my passions, ideas & goals. I don’t need a man I roll over to avoid, to close my eyes & wish I was anywhere than beside him. I want to close my eyes & gasp another breathe through ecstasy & joy before I’d stay for someone I can't bear to see.

I don’t do expectations, I do showing up, staying & commitment. I don’t do small talk, insignificant banter. I care about what goes on in your life, my life & the big picture. I am worth the friendship before the lust, I am worth the wait before the rush; I am worth the effort to ask how to make this work rather than ease of letting go.


I am all the women before me, their wildest imaginations & bravest days. I am never going to be who I was; I will be growing as fast as I learn. I don’t need you, I will want you, every part of you & want you to stay, to hold my hand, to keep me warm & love me despite our differences. I am the other half of the soul you went looking for in material possessions, in careers & healthy bank accounts.

I am not fake, yet I am flawed. What I want will only matter if you are he. I would walk bare feet on cactus to keep you safe, to meet you one more time, to stay by your side until your last breathe, to bring you to the best you can be, to never feel alone. I am the fire in your heart that never goes cold. I am worth putting down your boyish self doubt and uncertainties, worth stepping up and holding on, worth more than your imagination can dream up, more than a childish fetish, a whim. I am not a fix to fill, a drug to surrender to, I won’t be smothered or taken for granted.

I don't need to feel put down, shut out or pulled apart. I want the one who sees control is only needed in the self and anything else is an attempt to make me the woman I never was, cannot be & never will. Everything about me is who I am. I dance to my own rhythm, sing to my own tune; anything else will hold me back from dancing at all, creates the silence that lingers between us. I cannot be the love of your life if you take the life from me. I am worth holding on & also letting go, in knowing I will want you one thousand times more when I have the freedom to be wholehearted; when I can laugh & cry & reach for the stars knowing I will always return from every journey without you & you will be there as if we were two souls from another life, never apart.

I will go with you to places neither have ever been & our senses will forever be changed. I will listen when everyone else has closed their ears, I will see in you the things you refuse to see yourself, want you to be the person you always thought you could be & stay beside you, when the sea is rough, as you learn to adjust the sails, if you know my worth.

If you can bare me at my deepest hours, when I’m drained and I am weak. If you can see my beauty within the tired eyes, endless days, the long hours to be the best mother I can be. If you can see me at my worst and still hold me when it’s not my finest hour, if you feel me in your bones when we’re apart; if holding me in your heart doesn't require keeping me tied to your side; If you understand that love isn't an anchor or a heavy chain & can love me for who I am not who you need me to be, all of me, the bits you love the most & the parts I do, I will love you until our days are no more.

Our greatest lesson in life is realising if we can dream it, we can do it. If we are wanting, then we must be that which we desire. That no one leaves us, we let them go, we are the sum of all our choices, our indecision, our thoughts & our actions. We do not need permission to love & those that require it neither have our best interest at heart or understand who we are. We must be the person we are seeking, the women we are worth. Everything is there for the taking if we only accept that which we think we deserve, if we know what we are worth &  we accept nothing less. 

I am worth everything you've experienced before you, I am the sense, the clarity from all that seemed blurred, I make your universe want to last forever. I will want you with every part of my being, the man who knows my worth.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

It's Halloween - what scares you most? celebrating or being a party pooper


I would be the first to admit I was never into celebrating Halloween. Although it was in the days when I didn't celebrate much else either.

Of course I celebrated somethings; it was hard not to be caught up in the Christmas rush each year, the media hype & had more than my fair share of big Christmas spending sprees, get together's that involve a lot less compassion & Christian understanding & more food, feasting, alcohol & loads of opportunities to express the opinions you held back all year. There were only a handful of years I actually acknowledged the meaning of Christmas & if the statistics are accurate few know or care, they just love to spend, eat & generate a lot of garbage after a public holiday.

Admittedly I think I lost some of my spirit for celebrating Christmas & New Year the time my son was diagnosed New Year's Eve with cancer & died just before Christmas, it took the special & partying out of me for a long time. Long enough to realise if he were here today we would be celebrating. To stop celebrating does not acknowledge his life at all, to waste the opportunities that my son would never have was not the values I wanted to pass onto my children; to value the opportunity to celebrate & to do it well was more about living, otherwise it would just be existing.

Then there is Easter! The selling starts just after Christmas so you have plenty of time to ensure you have ample chocolate on hand for the day which acknowledges the death of Jesus (haven't really seen that in the advertising) & your children have more than enough opportunities when out grocery shopping to perfect their choices & reminders. I indulged in the mass of chocolate which lasts for a hell of a long time in any place you try to hide it (not sure the organic stuff lasts that long, yet no one tends to leave any either....mmmm). Like a Springer Spaniel on the job, kids can track chocolate bunnies & smashed up eggs wherever you try to put them (unless of course it goes out with the garbage). Christmas & Easter we have those celebrations down to a regular routine. I heard a friend once tell how her in-laws send pyjamas each easter instead of chocolate. Not really sure what the meaning or relevance is, maybe its more about the giving & less about the celebration.

I wondered if the meaning of celebrations has gone with the practical & impulsiveness of our society today. Tradition is something we refer to in anthropological studies & non-western societies. Australia is becoming well known for its racism & criticisms, xenophobia of anyone who celebrates something different to a white Christian perspective. Rather funny in a ridiculous ignorance display way, when you realise the original Australians were not white Christians. How many traditional Australian celebrations do you participate in?

I entered into a debate a few years back with a new friend, we were camping in the Whitsundays on Halloween & the kids had begged to go tent & van knocking; we kicked back a few well earned cold ones & took in the gorgeous QLD sun & the park was full of unknowns (pre CP days - yet it was still a concern for any parent just the same). I've always been hesitant to allow any child to request & accept treats from complete strangers & so I had a few restrictions & they went in a large group & had a time limit & only a few rows. There is nothing like the celebration of children who have received something for merely asking for it & the joy adults can bring to a child by merely encouraging their desire to celebrate & be a kid, to see wonder in every celebration (whether it is their own or someone else's).

It was when I was accused of being a party pooper & not in with the 'spirit' of celebration, I had an opportunity to reflect on where my lack of support for Halloween had come from. Why was it an issue for me if it wasn't for the kids. If it was just about the door knocking, then work around it. If it was an issue of celebrating something that originates from another continent & not part of my daily beliefs, then hellllloooooo what about Christmas & Easter. As for celebrating days I have no connection to; Melbourne Cup Day (not a gambler sorry), Grand Final fever (nope don't play football or bet on sport either), Queens Birthday etc. The only day I stand in 100% commitment is Anzac day & I still shed a tear at the Dawn Service & I think of all the lives lost & those still living & it is because it is meaningful & relevant. Yet even Anzac Day has wavered over the years. 



Retailers & sports groups grab profit opportunities any chance they get to hone in on a way to increase sales & customers. As we become more materialistic (unless you resist it & make your own choices) every celebration will have someone knew each year or many to show you another way to part with your cash to join in the celebration. What meaning & relevance you put into any celebration is a choice. It doesn't have to be about the money, it doesn't have to be about the retailers, it can be what you make of it.

As a nation we have more than enough special days & celebrations and I participate in many without having any foundation in their origin or belief in their purpose, yet I join in because it is a celebration. We are not islands, we live in groups, in families, in communities. What matters to another should matter to us.

Over the last 20 or so years, I could count the number of times my birthday was remembered on one hand. Most recently (since I identified this issue to a few people), it has increased in its importance & as my children have grown older they have adopted the same approach to birthdays as promoted in my home on their birthday, it's the one day of the year we celebrate you being in the world.  Yet when you think about it, it is my birthday. It is my day to celebrate my arrival into the world, my day to share this with others & acknowledging its importance sheds light on its value & relevance to those around me. It's interesting how people spend & acknowledge their birthday & there are many religions & practices which have no celebrations. You can tell a lot about how a person values themselves, what they think of others, what matters, their attitude towards life & living by what they celebrate.

Do you remember when you were a child & you lived for celebrations or dreamed of having the opportunity to join in? If you didn't then I would recommend a little chat on the therapy chair with a good psych & their psychoanalytic background. Behind ever belief we have is a thought; our thoughts originate from our experiences (childhood, friends, the ideas people put into our heads). Our thoughts become our actions, our actions become our behaviour.

Years of fearing celebrations during my marriage, as every time they came around they were often a disaster & full of dread & upset (another blog). I learned to accept & stop celebrating & those thoughts I generated began to manifest into my actions & became my behaviour. I grew into a massive party pooper, yet I loved children's celebrations. I began to spread this coping mechanism with my children & when the reality hit I knew it was time to change, when I realised I had isolated myself and them from many opportunities to celebrate, merely because I had stopped believing, I had learned to accept that life was not about celebrating, it was about being practical & it was about surviving whatever you were enduring.

Then I divorced & wow did I celebrate. It didn't stop there, I found reasons to celebrate & if I didn't have a reason I made one up. I could even celebrate the crap stuff, when it was over, when a new day arrived; we could celebrate being ourselves, learning, being grateful. Sometimes we just turn up the music for no reason & dance, sing in the car, play. I thought for a long time I needed permission to celebrate, it was those ugly days when I let the beliefs of others affect my own decisions. I discovered inside the grown up I had become was still the child I loved being & there was no reason to celebrate better than to be alive & living. As I've learned more about human behaviour & who we are, why we do what we do, I've become more conscious of my underpinning thoughts, actions & behaviours. It makes observing & listening to others incredibly interesting.

Obviously things have changed; birthdays are now full of streamers & balloons & whatever the budget can allow. I won't accept the same again. Someone special enough to be in my life & share it must be prepared to celebrate & acknowledge the most important day of the year, my birth. They must be capable of laughter & fun & knowing what it is like to still be a kid.

We have our own traditions now in our house. We create a menu for the day on your birthday, regardless of whether it is cheesecake for breakfast, it should be the one day of the year you get to choose whatever you would like to eat. It gets tricky with diets, yet we make it work. I must say I loved my sons idea for his birthday cake one year, rich French vanilla cheesecake covered in chocolate pods! This year my youngest requested a cake resembling the ice tower from Frozen, I was having nightmares! Her sister stepped up to the challenge & created an amazing work of art, complete with blue toffee resembling ice.
                                             

You wake having to fight your way through a maze of streamers, everyone has to have at least one day of the year they get to be a kid.  Not that I celebrate every tradition of every culture in every environment, yet I celebrate life every morning, I celebrate being a Mum, having friendships, being part of a family, being grateful I have the ability to celebrate & why waste it.

We shouldn't need excuses to frock up, need an occasion to where our favourite dress, oh come on who doesn't like to dress up in a costume? I know when my sister invited me to her child's western themed birthday party some years back I found my inner drama student & put on my hat & chaps & forgot I knew how to plat my hair! It was an awesome time.

Recently I had the opportunity to stay with a friend's parents on a trip out west. I was in the bedroom when I overheard "Luke I am your Father". I looked out the window to see her Dad, with his grandchildren & my youngest; the children had light sabers & he was dressed in a full Darth Vader outfit, the kids were totally engaged in having fun.

Fun. How much fun do you have in your life? How often do you celebrate? What do you celebrate? Do you dress up? If you could be anyone, any character in any outfit who would you be? Why are you waiting?

We were children once, remember that? Despite it's challenges & traumas, we still had fun, some more than others, yet it was the absence of rules & concerns about what others think & the impulsive creative free spirited 'when I grow up I want to be.....' attitude that propelled us forward when it was hard. Fun kept us going.

Life is hard, there are days when it sucks big time & more than others. Yet we must have fun, joy, laughter, celebration in our life to keep us going. If there is no reason to get up each day, no celebration of who we are, why we are here & we start losing our faith, then we lose hope, we give up.

There is no time like the present to celebrate. You don't need a reason to invite friends over, don't wait until the time is too late. You can celebrate being you every day. Amazing you. This is what our children need more from us. It's not about the chocolate & the biggest most expensive toy; it's about our time, our fun, our celebrations, joining in, giving them something to look forward to....together.

What are your traditions? Do you have any? My children won't start their day until they get a daily hug. Not a 2 second I don't have time hug. A deep long hold that lets them know that all is right in the world. We have rules, I teach respect for themselves as much as I teach respect for others. To have respect for others requires acknowledging what matters to each other, it requires celebrating even when you are tired. It's doing what you can when you can. It doesn't mean perfect & getting it right, it means trying, giving your best, no one can expect or demand more when you are at your best. Being your best is worth celebrating every day.

There is the key. Time & fun. Celebrations are about spending time together, having fun. It's about opportunities to laugh, to dress up, to get the feel good chemicals pumping. Maybe you need these, maybe these opportunities don't come along too often in your house. Maybe being a child for a day or a night is just the chance to remind yourself 'when you were a child & all you wanted to do was grow up....how is that working for you?'. Part of growing as an adult (did you realise it doesn't stop at 18?) is learning to reflect on those thoughts, reflect on your actions & behaviour, learning & discovering what makes you tick. For me it was learning to not let the decisions, comments & ignorance of others have any more power over who I am, who I will be.

Everyday in this world stereotypes & myths are rampantly negligent in the power they over actions & behaviours. We must resist the thoughts which put others down, the ones which shove people into boxes & restrict our beliefs, compassion, understanding, joy & celebrating. It is not good enough that we acknowledge traditional owners in what I believe has become a few tokenistic minutes. What do they really acknowledge & understand about the words they are expressing at the opening of a new building? What do they know about the culture of the original people they are acknowledging? Their celebrations? Language? Traditions? Yes we are getting better, it isn't enough. We must celebrate each other we enthusiasm & be proud of who we are, each other, of our beginnings, over where we have come from & where we are going. Celebrations & traditions are the core of human society.

I for one have brought celebration back to being a tradition in our home, as being important to the values & legacy I pass to my children. There is a time to be serious & be great role models, yet it also involves understanding the needs of children & our own needs & those of each other. Let the kids be kids & try it yourself every so often. Let the hair down, grab a costume, get in with the fun & grab those opportunities to celebrate.

Every celebration is what you make of it, what importance you give it. How you celebrate is up to you. Halloween isn't scary. What is scary is watching people exist rather than live. People who spend more time manifesting thoughts which bring them down than life them up. People who judge others celebrations yet no absolutely nothing about their purpose or meaning.

Come on lovely people, open your minds & hearts & get out there & celebrate.

Put a bit of fun back into your life x

Namaste lovely people xo

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Confessions of a converted home school Mum with free range children

Earlier this year I made a decision I had been contemplating for some time, to withdraw my youngest from mainstream school into distance education.  There were a number of reasons underpinning the decision yet the greatest influence was finding an environment in the best interests of our 8 year old.

Several years prior a teacher at the time had suggested there was a cognitive delay.  So off we went for testing.  A CT, blood tests, psychological testing (including the WISC Wechsler Intelligence Scale for children) & wouldn't you know it, the results came back as the psychologist predicted, way above her age/stage of development. So we tried to appease the school's referral to the extended reading program, to bring the reading skills up to what they considered 'average'. Then in discussion they informed me of what reading level she was at & I compared this with the public school system, had a chat with a reading recovery specialist & wouldn't you know she was already exceeding where she was suppose to be, the Catholic school in which we were enrolled had expectations children should read 7 levels higher at that stage than was age/stage recommended. There was in fact no delay at all. I had even sent her off to tutoring. The tutor writes curriculum & testing for schools & highly experienced & told me a month later I was .....something in nice terms....my money up the wall, there was no way my daughter needed tutoring. At the same time the tutor also gave me a great book on de-schooling children & the criticisms of the current education system & concerns we are losing focus on where we are going with educating children, most importantly the legacy we leave behind of the neurological impacts on the most vulnerable brains in our society.

At that time in our life there was a lot going on, there were certainly ample ways to explain a child's behaviour.  We had a significant threatening situation & had to move frequently due to my career.  Our lives were extremely disruptive, we had a home break-in, an ongoing stalking issue & then more & despite this I thought my children were holding their own. There were issues around sleep & safety & anxiety pertaining to both of these, yet we were working closely with a group of professionals who all had complete faith I was on the right path. I attempted to educate the school on trauma in children, how it presents in the classroom; I even brought in the psychologist to educate the staff on ways they could modify their teaching to bring out the best in our little amazing person & also provide a supportive environment which did not exacerbate her diagnosis of PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). At one time I took in a plethora of information from my CP resources, particularly designed for schools to explain at each age & stage of development how trauma impacts on child development & the neurological impacts of trauma on children.  Even with the acknowledgement they thought PTSD was "only in soldiers" & even when they contemplated how many children had experienced trauma in the school environment yet were being managed from a view they had a different diagnosis, trauma had never been considered as an influencing factor on their behaviour. Yet we still could not adapt the classroom or teaching style to improve the situation. It was like banging your head against the same wall & hoping it would stop hurting. It just wasn't working.

I've seen this across so many educational environments it is frustrating & saddening to see how far so many professionals remain from providing in the best interests of children. I overheard a teacher at a social gathering some time ago advising a group of people about autism based on the latest in service training she had attended & yet it was completely in correct based on the current psychological research! This same teacher now works on curriculum!!! I don't know where we are going, yet it scares me to think where are children are headed.

Society is very willing to accept that a grown soldier, educated, trained & skilled in their profession, goes off to face combat & witnesses the very events they are trained for & is neurologically impacted to the point they are told they may never recover (that is currently accepted by our Veteran services). I am not disputing PTSD in adults here, merely concerned as why we accept trauma & it's impact in adults, with their logic & rational thought, access to services, training & education & yet why is difficult for our society to understand or accept that children, whose brains are still developing, whose amygdala & hippocampus & vital components of their neurological wiring & synaptic formation is still occurring. Whose responses to stress, fear & how to manage these is yet to be determined. It doesn't take a neuroscientist to tell us that if you throw in trauma, domestic violence, parental issues & dysfunction, this will dramatically impact on the wiring of a child's brain.  What fires together wires together.

When it comes to parenting & capacity assessments there are clear risk factors which impact on the development of the child.  These same risk assessment tools & factors are used widely in attempting to determine a parent's capacity to understand, prioritise & provide for their children's needs.  Why these are not used as an educative tool when people conceive I have no idea.  Why it is more important to discuss the right bra to wear, when half the time you want them off when you are feeding, than it is too teach first-aid & how to communicate appropriately with your child only demonstrates we are not as evolved as we think we are.

Children are no different to adults.  They are affected by trauma, if not more so, than the adult developed brain. Grief & loss to a child can be in many forms; loss of parent through death, disability, violence, separation/divorce; losing a bet, instability, change.  Fear & anxiety impacts on the child's thought processes.  Any adult with a list in their purse to go shopping, distracted in the car on the way there & then forgets the list must realise a child has nowhere near the capacity to store information & file it appropriately & so there is overflow & children can only take in as much as their brain can prioritise.  A child who has experienced trauma, who is hyper-vigilant, distressed, angry, confused, has very different stuff going on in their brain than a child whose greatest issue of the day is who to hang out with at play lunch. Yet the jury is still out on those adults with long term impacts of trauma whether they have childhood predispositions & other underlying foundations impacting on their resilience & capacity to manage trauma. Resilience is another soap box blog altogether. One of these predispositions being examined is the exposure to childhood trauma. The trajectory for children with a mental health diagnosis into adulthood can be scary & we must do everything we can to understand how to minimise trauma in childhood & when it does occur to provide the best possible learning environments to ensure children are given the greatest chances we can provide to grow into psychologically healthy adults.

In my experience I would estimate 95% of all the traumatised children I have worked with as being first diagnosed with a PDD (pervasive developmental disorder), with ADHD, OCD, Asperger's as it was previously known & many other disorders.  Usually told more about what they cannot achieve than what they can & neatly boxed into these defined criteria that suit the needs of adults. Rarely did I see the diagnosis of PTSD on a child's repertoire of psychological/medical information. If we even go back a step further, I hear time & time again parents & professionals talking/discussing & contemplating children's behaviour based on the parents observations.  It is far easier to imagine a child's disruptive behaviour as something which is "wrong" with the child, than ever consider outside the box & to consider if the child is being exposed to something traumatic. Children do not come into the child protection system without being exposed to trauma.  Children of parents with mental health diagnoses are going to be exposed to trauma. Children of parents where there is violence in the home, will be exposed to trauma. Your behaviour, your habits, your lifestyle WILL impact on your child, good & bad. Embrace the responsibility & do our best. Stop passing the responsibility to our most vulnerable members of society to fix an issue that we have created. Stop with the over diagnosing of children whose only mistake is trusting adults to interpret their behaviour & ask the hard questions - what went on before the behaviour occurred? What is causing the behaviour?

I cannot begin to attempt to count the number of times a child has disclosed sexual abuse or not disclosed sexual abuse (yet we know it was occurring) & yet teachers, even counselors & the odd psychologist & pediatricians/general practitioners, base all their diagnostic skill on the parent's disclosures of information. Rarely do I ever see a professional think outside the box & really take a long hard look at what the child is attempting to communicate through their behaviour. Too often the general public put so much faith in professionals & stop listening to their instincts.  I heard a scary story the other day, a little professional gossip of a well known & well respect child psych who has the most violent relationship with their partner & has used their power, knowledge & reputation to seek horrible revenge on his ex wife.  What kind of professional this person must be & how would these values impact on his treatment of his clients? No one is immune in our society.  If we want the best for our children we need to seek it, demand it & keep evaluating if we are on the right track & using the right tools to succeed. I had to hold back on many occasion when I spoke with teachers about why they had not reported what the child had disclosed, one response sticks in my mind "oh but I know that parent, he/she is so nice, I couldn't possibly imagine that to be true".  So I put to the teacher "so are you saying the child is lying" & I could tell from the look on their face they had never unpacked what impact their decision had & what message it would send to the child. Make choices people, make well considered choices. Listen to your children & watch their behaviour as the silent voice they are unable to put into words. If only we had the power to remove teaching registration & send some professionals back to school! If ever a politician wants to slide into power suggesting criminal charges for mandatory reporters who fail to report, you'll have my vote.

The only way to ever really know what is going on for a child is to pool every piece of information from every aspect of the child's life. Speak to more than one person. What do they eat, how do they sleep, observe their interactions with people in their lives, their primary carers "tell me about your day from beginning to end". Where there is smoke there is fire. "Tell me about your best day ever", "tell me about your worst day ever". Ask questions that reveal who the child is & be the voice they cannot use. I once had a situation where a parent could not possibly believe a family member had committed an offence against their child.  Despite the child constantly asking not to go to that person's place or calling & asking to be picked up at random times or time & time again giving the parent clear signals the child was not happy about the relationship, it was much easier for the parent to believe the child as having a behavioural disorder than it was to consider the unthinkable. Get to know your children!

The most obvious of behavioural responses from children are ignored time & time again. In particularly sexual abuse matters, a child can attempt to disclose to an adult over 30 times before someone actually listens or engaged enough with the child's communication they actually listen. For goodness sake people, stop looking for ways for your child to behave & ask yourself WHY is your child not behaving. Step aside & ask someone else for their opinion & another & another.  Stop looking for a solution that suits your needs & ask yourself what is in the best of your child. Stupidity is doing the same thing over & over again & expecting a different result.  If your child is not responding to their medication, if they are not responding at all, if the situation has deteriorated, get a different opinion.  If your child is misbehaving (or what you consider misbehaving) ask yourself whose opinion is determining this, are they qualified, are they bias.  So often well meaning family members & friends with their own personal views give unsolicited advice about how to manage your child's behaviour, yet they really don't have a damn clue about how a child's brain & behaviour work in partnership, they sit on the side lines throwing in their bit here & there & really don't stay for the whole show! They have no idea what is going on for your child. Sometimes it is the very actions of adults which are the antecedent to a child's behaviour, children respond to how they are treated. Some people couldn't possibly contemplate that the way they behave with your child is actually influencing your child's response!

Everything we do, every function, our language, our physical activity, how we respond to each other, everything is wired up in our brains. A child under stress is no more likely to manage their emotional responses appropriately than an adult under stress who often turns to substance abuse, medication, working out, social networking & armed with a number of coping strategies NOT available to children. Yet society still pushes its expectations that a disruptive or child not performing must learn to adapt.

School is certainly not the be all of every possibility to learn. I can remember contemplating the decision to try distance education for sometime & it was hit with a great deal of criticism. The main one was the perceived impact on social skills. I found this ironic given the major concern at the time was bullying & obviously the social environment of the school, the teasing, name calling, picking on her body shape, telling what she should & shouldn't eat (at 8 years of age), being pushed in the pool at swimming & called "fat" & yet wearing her size & healthier than the many underweight & over exhausted children being pushed hard, who had no social skills & pushed vulnerable children into swimming pools! I would much prefer to have a well mannered, thoughtful & pro-social child rather than one that can use knowledge like a weapon. What was my daughter going to miss socially from the school environment? Competing with the same children who won every event & every competition? At the school cross country children were divided into age groups, not skill groups.  So every single year the same children ran against the same children. These same children won their groups & the same children were forced to enter the arena last to the laughing & later teasing of the other children.  Is there no one else out there that finds this type of learning social skills environment disturbing? What was my daughter learning from this humiliation each time?

At the very same time the teachers were telling us there was potentially a cognitive delay, because lets agree here, teachers have completed approximately one unit of psychology in their degrees & that is the limit of the neuroscience & brain function knowledge. If only they would stick to teaching & teaching well, then maybe we would see less children being referred for assessment & less parents unnecessarily concerned about their children; at this very same time our amazing little person at 5 years of age auditioned for a community play, having never performed in public previously.  The audition for The Sound of Music consisted of learning a song right there & then & performing it on her own on the stage before several judges.  In the car in the time it took me to go to Spotlight & grab a few things, my eldest Googled the song & they practiced & yes we had the next 6 or so months of practice & performances.  At then 6 years by the time the show came around & as little Gretel in the sound of music, she had learned her lines & songs before any of the adults.  Had no issues with confidence on stage & despite falling asleep every afternoon on the way to our 4-5 hours of rehearsal 3-4 times per week, I couldn't convince her it was too much.

The performances went off without a hitch.  We were often home at midnight or later & wouldn't you know the teacher even suggested in the middle of the play that maybe I should withdraw her as it was obviously the reason (the new one) my daughter was not achieving her expectations. Sometimes teachers get it so wrong.

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Children are a sponge of information & behaviour.  As horses & dogs respond to our emotional behaviour & mirror these very responses, so do children. When learning about children's behaviour we often refer back to Pavlov's dog experience, behaviour training & modification is across all species. If you want a different response, do something different, change yourself before you consider changing your child & watch what occurs. When I was working through behaviour modification I decided to play a few prompting exercises with my children (who were totally unaware).  There were times I could not grab their attention & I could have raised my voice or repeated myself, instead I used a behaviour modification technique referred to as prompting. I chose a word relevant to each child & before I gave instructions or asked a question I used the word first.  Eg. Chocolate or money.  Maybe you could try it with your partner if you know their motivations well. I had also battled with my son taking out the garbage & tried another behaviour modification technique. Instead of asking, I just placed the rubbish outside his door where he would either have to move it or go over it every time.  Then we of course he took it out as it was in the way, I thanked him big time for being so helpful. Then after a few days I put the rubbish back in the place it had been.

Children are the most amazing people to be around, to listen to, to learn from.  I learn from my children every single day.  I don't want them to be me or to fulfill any dreams I may have had, I'll do that. I would like to seem them go out into the world with their own ideas & unique personalities & be who they are destined to be. There are so many myths out there, adult generated ignorant myths about learning & children's behaviour, they underpin the diagnostic tools we use, they underpin what is considered acceptable & appropriate behaviour, they underpin whether a child will succeed in life or struggle.  Adults hold the balance of power when it comes to how a child will grow, learn & develop. Too often I see adults caught up in their own ignorance, their own needs, desires, wants, their children are just along for the ride & as long as they are quiet, don't ask for much & do what they are told, all goes well & then they wonder why their children are so distant when they are older. Adults stuck in fear of what might happen if they listen to their child's interest, goals & needs. Adults who listen more to adults than to their children. It is adults who sit in front of specialists & give their view about how their child is behaving.  Parents are a great tool when it comes to observation, yet they are incredibly bias.  As professionals if we are to be fair to children & leave no room for error, then we must observe children across all environments & be prepared to ask the hard questions. As parents, we need to be as authentic & honest as possible. Tell the truth, through your child's eyes.

When my daughter was a toddler we went travelling around Australia.  Everywhere we went she would collect shells, rocks & insects; sorting them into order, by size, colour & sometimes classify them according to their origin.  We had all these little containers & interesting little finds, even a pipi jammed down the back of the seat & not discovered until a week or so later!!!!! ewwwwhhh!  I mentioned to a psych friend "oh it's ok she doesn't persist in lining them all up", a day later we were at an appointment & bumped into each other again & there was my daughter with her shiny rock collection lining them all up! This grew into a liking for things that glittered, colour, sparkled & bling. When she was 4 years old we gave her a university textbook on entomology.  The insect books for early childhood were just not cutting the mark. I had an interest & studied a few units in anthropology & I put a skeleton on the wall & when the speech therapist asked waving her hands "and what do we call these", our little bright spark replied "phalanges". I tried curbing the sticking fingers down foreign holes in the dirt & wall, I was terrified she would be bitten by a spider & we had to have discussions around safety.  There were times she couldn't sit still in a dull & boring classroom & there were the days when at 3 years of age with enough paper to cover the width of the dining room, armed with soft waxed crayons in bright colours & a black felt tip pin, designed the new pre-school environment. Despite all the boxes people could tick, she never ticked them all.  One teacher (her best one to date!) described her as "eccentric", the psychologist as "quirky & different" & come on people, where are we headed when we try to standardise children & make everyone as much the same as possible.  Where would with be without difference? Where is the fun in everyone being the same.  We have rules; 3 in fact. 3 values in our house. 1. Respect for yourself. 2. Respect for others. 3. Responsibility for your actions. Everything falls under these 3 rules.  If you have respect for yourself you take pride in yourself, you look after your environment & when you have respect for others you do the same.  When you take responsibility for your actions, you cop it on the chin when you stuff up, these are opportunities to learn. So if I am to respect my children & I am to have respect & I am to take responsibility, then I encourage their interests, explore their strengths & listen to them when they tell me something is outside their comfort zone.

I can still remember the day my son came home in primary school when he was shown a picture of an elephant & the class were asked what it was called & he replied "a pachyderm" & was chastised for being incorrect.  On another occasion his year 3/4 teacher had written red all over his literacy piece & he was really upset he had been given a poor mark.  I asked the teacher to explain so he could learn what all the red was for & she said it was his handwriting which was difficult to read, yet the more you tried to encourage him the tighter he would hold the pen/pencil to try harder & the worst it would get. On testing at 7 he had a reading level of 12 years of age, he loved reading the Encyclopedia of Aviation when other children were reading "Sam & Jack" home readers.  I asked her had she read what he had written, she couldn't even tell me what it was about & I thought it was brilliant!  I can remember a question in a test once that asked him "What do you call a train that doesn't carry people".  I ask you all how many answers can you, as adults, come up with? Remembering the test is designed to only have 1 answer.  This is not teaching, this is not learning. Its conforming, it's assimilating. This is not encouraging children to think for themselves, to extend their knowledge & certainly not appreciating the vast experiences & range of knowledge children have.

When my eldest daughter was given a detention by her religious teacher I had to inquire why. There was a discussion on child protection & the best home environments for children (I thought to myself this should be interesting given I'm also a single parent) & the religious teacher had made the statement "a child thrives best in a home where there are two married parents of opposite sex".  So my daughter raised her hand politely & asked "what about if one parent dies" & again "what about if there is domestic violence" & again "what about if the parent works away all the time" & the more she challenged the teachers obvious narrow minded & ignorant views on what his Catholic principles taught him the more she was in trouble.

Children are who they are as a result of the lives, people, environments & situations they have been exposed to.  With or without a diagnosis, they are people just like adults & they can modify their behaviour & be influenced by our behaviour just like we influence each other. Children are not the problem or a problem, we are.  We are the people responsible for who they become, how well they do & what opportunities they are provided with. The most ignorant part of our society is the belief children can do exactly what we say, when we want, as long as we find the right diagnosis or pills, the right information & when they don't perform like trained animals, when the diagnosis isn't meeting our expectations, then it's obviously wrong & we need another one, there is obviously something else wrong with them, heaven forbid it could be something related to the people & experiences they are exposed to. Don't get me wrong.  There are correct & well justified diagnoses, yet the epidemic of mental health disorders in children has reached all time levels & we need to start thinking outside the box & ask why?

As an educated & experienced adult there are times when the behaviour of others hits me like a 747 & sometimes it hurts, is painful, confusing & sometimes I can't even acknowledge it. I recently had a situation where I was over the moon about something, the happiest I had been in years; I don't recall a day when I felt that happy in a while.  I was so excited I wanted to share it with a few people & one of those people happen to instead of saying "wow great news" or something along those lines, decided to share with me something I didn't recall or at the time had no idea about.  It totally reversed my feelings. In fact the consequences from that information have had a ripple effect & the chances of that moment coming by again would take a miracle. There are people in our lives, people in children's lives, people who through ignorance or their own issues can't help bring negativity wherever they go.  They need to tell children what they can't do, tell you what are your faults more than celebrate your strengths.  If you can manage it, take a good look around, take stock of who these people are in your life & take active steps to minimizing the impact on your lives until they sort their own crap out. If your children dramatically alter their behaviour, become distressed, anxious or worse in the presence of different people, that is a good sign those people are not in your child's comfort zone.

The school my youngest was attending pushed hard for a diagnosis, a word, something to call "it".  They explained without that they couldn't access special funding for an aide.  Oh for goodness sake.  She didn't need an aide, she needed someone to understand her needs.  A good early childhood teacher well versed in individual planning & emergent curriculum would understand.  Why is it so hard to say, this is what works well for this child & yes there are few things we need to work on in order for the child to reach age/appropriate milestones, yet do we need to push so hard we squish all the good stuff, eradicate their strengths & we end up with these rude, boring, violent even, ignorant human beings. Why is the mental health rate of our children one of the highest in the world & only going up?

Look with open eyes at your children.  Try to wipe your own lens from time to time & see them with fresh eyes.  What are their interest, what makes them dance, sing, holds their attention.  It doesn't matter if its quirky, if the other kids don't like it. Does it bring out the best in them, is it healthy, is it good for them & is there anyway you can do something about encouraging this passion, interest & bring out their innate strengths.

As we traveled around Australia all those years ago our little toddler would have this siren type noise, we often video taped & giggled at.  It turned into words, then songs & when she was 3, dressed in a feather boa, my vintage hats, as many bling type necklaces she could find & gloves up to her arm pits, trying to balance in my shoes on the foot stool, out came this enormous operatic voice.  We thought it was cute & I didn't realise until I recorded some of it, there were a few adaptions from watching Dora the Explorer & she was singing opera in Spanish. This of course went on to singing more & more & more.  Singing on the toilet, singing in the shower, singing was always an indicator of her mood. If she is off singing in the paddock or somewhere you can guarantee she is happy & feels good in that moment. Singing brings out her best. Someone once said to me "don't you find that really annoying".  I can't explain what went through my mind, only heaven help her children & no wonder she refused to see the play commenting "I hate musicals, my kids won't like them either".

So it was no surprise to me the play went well & several adults approached us on leaving who had been in audience & wanted to meet the Mum of the child who could sing with the big voice.  I was never so proud.  One lovely man asked for her autograph & she was so touched.  There was a big empty void after the play finished & we tried a few different options, singing definitely improved every other aspect of my daughters life & without it the rest was a struggle.  Several people had made a comment of her having a natural vibrato & I should consider a coach.  We tried a dance school, theatre group & yet she was plopped in there with kids who spent more time in dance than they did anywhere else & after a year of fees & perseverance to have a short 5 min end of year performance in which they mimed a song & didn't sing at all, it had totally missed the bar.

Along the way we tried other ways to bring out her confidence, whilst trying to persist with school & with the bullying I spoke to the owner of the gym I was attending & they started a kids circuit class, it was great. We then found our wonderful singing coach, who also has a background in Opera & so we couldn't be more excited.  Everything seemed on the way up, I still hadn't made the change to distance ed yet at the end of 2013 when the crap really hit the fan, knocked it flying & there was no more fan to keep us all cool, it was time for something big. I had two very fragile children who had worked their butts off trying to hold it altogether only to have it all ripped out from underneath.

So despite all the work we had done, moved to a place they had finally felt safe, adopted horses & chickens & watched ducklings arrive, despite the months of training both children to sleep in their beds, taking up swinging, joining the gym, addressing one issue after another & with gusto; with one big swoop it was all gone.  So with being out of options & with the help of friends I will always cherish, we packed all our things into a storage container, purchased a few back packs & when Mr Abbott offended the Indonesians & Bali was off the cards, we flew out to Rome before Christmas to spend the whole school holidays in Europe, visiting family & being as far from the mess & the hurt & the ignorance & the unhelpful school environments & the unhelpful people who had contributed to it.  I wanted to give them time to see the world through new eyes, to meet kind & amazing people.  To see the world without anger & violence.  To meet families where kindness & laughter is abundant.  To laugh loads, to sing, have fun, giggle & feel safe doing so. I wanted to show them what we were leaving behind was not what was ahead of them in life.

For two months our physical activity was walking for nearly 8 hours a day around some of the most gorgeous & ancient cities in the world.  Our history lessons were touching & gazing upon a city buried under ash, the cobbled roads of Pompeii, the girls researching where to go to next, mapping out & absorbing history first hand.  Learning flag colours from tasting the Margarita pizza, once created for Queen Margarita of Italy & discovering the meaning of the red, green & white toppings, learning then takes on a completely new relevance.  Fighting your way through the crowds at the Louvre to sit in awe of the Mona Lisa, terrifying your Mum up the Eiffel Tower, appreciating the challenges & poverty as we passed beggars & gypsies every day. These were the greatest of all our days & we only wish my son could have come with us.

When we returned the anxiety kicked in the moment we were on the plane, by the time we hit the tar in Sydney it was in full swing & we were all a bit on edge. Being forced to return wasn't going to do one thing towards fostering positive relationships.  We tried going back to the way it was, fitting back into school. My eldest tried out a new school.  Yet as the weeks passed we were seeing more & more of the same results as we had the year before.  Something had to change. It meant going against all the adult opinions & believing in my children, in listening to their inner voices, to their crying, to their pleas & knowing time & time again the things that they were good at, their special & unique & different things were nowhere to be found in the current school system.

So here we are nearly at the end of our first time of distance education, although my eldest decided to leave school & do full-time distance through TAFE in the two courses she intended to do after finishing high school, only now will complete 2 years earlier & already clocked up more work experience than she would have in the time she would have spent at school. Within weeks of her deciding, several friends followed suit.

Each fortnight as our packs arrive from the distance education unit we are more & more excited.  I regularly chat with the teacher who has exceeded our needs & listens intently, has a practical & professional understanding of trauma & the needs of different children (given distance education is often utilised by children who are unable to fit mainstream).  We've just negotiated around developing a few penfriends & as mini school is approaching where all the children are online like a school assembly, we've been asked to work on the National Anthem with our singing coach, record it & it will played for the school.

So whether we call it free range children or organic children or we give it some other cute & neat name, I prefer to think it was just listening to my children, letting them tell me what was working & what was going wrong.  It took a lot of thought & challenging my own views about what children need.  Yet I knew more than anyone if I didn't do something different then things would only get worse or never change & that was not the foundations I wanted them to enter adulthood with.

Last week we had a project on symmetry, so off we went on a beautiful excursion taking photos of symmetrical objects & places in the environment.  The teacher has incorporated art & creativity into every aspect of the program (including math, english/literacy, aboriginal studies/history), we have a physical activity program & at present the State has this great program going where children document with their supervisors (me) every 20 minutes.  It isn't just football or athletics or swimming.  It can be dance, yoga (yeah!), horse riding (lucky for us!), it can be dog walking.  So of course we are up there already working towards the Gold medal.

When I was really sick a few weeks ago, so sick I rushed off to hospital & couldn't regulate my temperature, my children were really concerned & it pushed those anxiety buttons head on. All those issues around their loss & grief events over the years came to surface & it was a really difficult time.  My youngest was distressed & the teacher sent out in the next pack a whole unit on grief, a story & a creative literacy activity in which we are researching all about my son who died of cancer & my daughter is writing his story & creating a picture book. We have a major art piece of 'Unique me' in which she has gone to town on a self portrait of herself sitting in a royal chair, with jewels & bling & everything that is unique & different & wonderful that makes up who she has become & wants to be.

I also decided to adopt the journal writing each day, it can be about anything & include pictures.  We also have a Q&A (yep just like the ABC) book, in which those million questions I'm asked when I'm driving or doing something & unable to have Google at hand, are written down & at the end of the week we have a day/few hours where we research all those questions. Right now as I'm catching up on writing, while I've put my study on hold so we can get our heads around this new lifestyle, I can hear music going as they are in their yoga pants, at the table we've converted into a study area, creating & laughing & talking & yes it's all school work. The only time we've had anxiety button pushes is the Naplan testing & there is nothing about Naplan that I can see of benefit to children.

There are great days, good days & days we are still learning.  The only ones who criticise our decision to opt out of mainstream schooling are the ones who are either ignorant or never bothered to look into what they are actually doing rather than what they are not doing.

We have no uniforms, no special ways to have the hair (my eldest will be glad, considering she had 3 hair detentions in 1 term from having a few wavy bits out of her pony tail). There are no lunch boxes, no back packs to remember.  We still go to the library 1-2 times per week.  The other day I tried to change it up a bit as my eldest took my youngest lessons & I listened as she had a completely different way of using spelling words & taking her through her tests, I learned & I'm the qualified teacher!

Some days we have appointments & the week gets away & we work on weekends. Some days late in the afternoon, other times first thing. Living with a child whose anxiety is like a hair trigger, as the day of the Naplan a tree branch broke & fell heavy against the house & she forgot how to write/spell her own name, I can tweak lessons around all the risk factors & all the issues impacting on her learning, so to maximise lessons & build on learning rather than make it a painful struggle every single day. No more bullying on the bus, no more criticisms of healthy eating, no more being told to hold on when you are busting to go to the toilet & can't hold! Yes it is a lot more work for Mum & supervisor & everyone else & as we learn more it becomes easier & must part of the day alongside everything else.

What I can tell you is I have a young person who is singing more than any time I've seen before.  We just picked up a new opera piece yesterday from her coach & now progressed from English to learning a piece in Italian. We go walking & take excursions & learning is very much hands on & relevant, meaningful & rewarding. The trauma is still there & we have to work around that every day.  Right now we are facing a wind storm & it is a fine balancing act when you have a little person whose anxiety is triggered by sound (hence the idea with the music!).

Having seen so much suffering in children, so many lives lost, so many lives where there is little life & having held a little persons hand until it was time to go, I cannot think of anything worth more time, more energy & more persistence than understanding your child's needs. When you listen, open your heart, listen intently, be prepared to do something which might go against your comfort zone.  If you invest anything in your children, give them your time & attention.

It might have been the path we had planned, yet it ended up being the path we were meant to follow.

Thank you to our supporters & sit back, watch & learn something to our critics xoxoxo