Dear Bully, Please listen.

Dear Bully,

Please listen to what I have to say, I listened to your harsh words and comments for the whole of my childhood, the least of you can do is listen to me now.I don’t know if you’ll even remember me anymore, I was the child you taunted and teased because my mum was unwell, I was the child you thought it was acceptable to push over in the corridor because you thought you we’re more important than me, I was the child who you threatened to kill numerous times on social media because you got a kick out of seeing me scared. I was the child who you stole from and tore up my belongings because apparently I didn’t deserve them.

I still logged on every day to see the threats, although I knew every time I logged there would be something horrible written about me, an untrue and harsh rumour stating I’d said or done something I actually hadn’t. Why didn’t I log off? I couldn’t, I had to log on just to see what was actually being said about me, I needed to see what untrue stuff you were putting out there for the whole world to see, I was that anxious sometimes I sat just refreshing every minute. We tell children now to ‘log off’ but it’s not that easy. It’s never that easy.

For years I struggled to understand why I was bullied, I tried to change myself so much to fit in with everyone else, I begged for the latest accessories that we couldn’t afford, I had my hair done and wore tons of makeup. I changed who I was physically but emotionally too, I answered back to teachers and found myself rebelling at school, I was kicked out of lessons more than I was in them, my self-esteem was so low, I hated who I’d become, it didn’t change anything though. You still bullied me.

You didn’t win, if there’s one thing you take away from this email it’s the fact that you haven’t won and everyday I’m going to carry on fighting to make sure you never win. There we’re many moments when I was so close to giving up, So close to the edge, so close to crumbling and giving up forever, but you still didn’t win.

There are many reasons why a bully will bully somebody and for that reason, I want you to know. I forgive you.

Regards

Emily-Jade

Your victim.

Online Volunteering, Wayne’s way.

Hello,

This is a blog with a  difference, instead of my usual ramblings around mental health and young carers, today is an interview I conducted with an extraordinary man, Who despite his visual impairment, he still manages to volunteer online. Everything below is in his own words. I would like to thank Wayne, for agreeing to participate in this interview

Would you be able to introduce yourself?

My name is Wayne and I’m from Dewsbury in Yorkshire. I am a volunteer for many different charities and organisations including Youthnet.

* What type of visual impairment do you have?

I’m totally blind. I can only see light, but seeing light doesn’t give me any advantage over people who cannot see light.

* When were you first diagnosed/How long have you had this condition?

I was diagnosed when I was far too young to remember. I have always been blind but at first I think it was thought I wasn’t blind. I was given glasses but I broke them.

* What equipment do you have/use to help you day to day?(Computer, ect.)

I use a normal computer but it has a programme on it called Jaws, which reads the screen and says what keys I am pressing. I have a touch screen phone which has been adapted by Claria Vision. They make it talk, change the layout and put a tactile keyboard over the screen. There are holes where the buttons would be if it wasn’t a touch screen.


             Education


* What type of school did you go to? (Mainstream, Specialist)

I went to mainstream schools for my entire school life.

* How did you find school? Was it difficult to make friends?

At school, I was confident and very assertive. I also did bad things which people found amusing. My personality would at times, make me the centre of attention. Other pupils wanted to be my friend because of my big personality. I think I was seen as a sort of leader.

* What help did you receive at school in lessons and exams?

My school had a visual impairment unit because a number of us were visually impaired. This meant there was a team of support workers who could support us in lessons. I was able to have support withdrawn from lessons where I didn’t want it. In exams I was given extra time. I didn’t do exams with everybody else. This was because I had a support worker who could describe diagrams, and a noisy braille, which other pupils may have found distracting.

* Was there anybody else at your school who you could relate with?

Yes, and I was quite lucky to have a number of them in my form. We had similar music interests. Blind people were transport to school by taxi and the journey was long. I got on with most people in my taxi so our journeys were lively.

* If you went to a mainstream school would you preferred to of gone to a specialist one?

I certainly would not have wanted to go to a special school. I am glad I didn’t go to a special school. I have encountered people who have been to special schools and they are different. They haven’t had much experience of people their age who can see. They are more suspicious of people who can see, and insecure about how they are perceived because of their visual impairment.


Personal Life


* Have you ever classed yourself as disabled?

I accept my disability. I don’t bring it up when socialising with people who either don’t know about it or don’t know how I am affected by it, but if they ask me about it I will answer their questions.

* If you we’re given the chance to have sight for a day. Would you take it? If so, what would you do?

I’d take it just to see what it was like to see and increase my understanding. I don’t know what I would do with it, but I think I would just want to try doing things that I usually need help with – simple things like shopping and riding a bike.

* How do you feel society views those with visual impairments?

I think society is sympathetic to people who are visually impaired. There are some people who think that visually impaired people need looking after, and should not be treated the same as other people. On the whole, people treat me the same as they would anybody else. In my experience, people think that because I’m blind, I need their help. That is good, because I would rather be offered help when I don’t need it, than not be offered help when I do need it.

* How would you change this?

The only part of this I would want to change are the people who don’t treat blind people the same as they treat other people. There are those who treat blind people differently due to inexperience. People like that will generally alter how they treat blind people for the better, when the blind people they are with give them a better understanding in a nice and considerate way. That is all that is needed. NO need to send them on awareness training or anything like that. Awareness training usually makes people worse anyway, because it tells them that there are all sorts of rules for practical tasks like guiding blind people that blind people don’t even know about. The other group treats blind people differently deliberately. They are nasty people who would rather bully, and discriminate against blind people and other minorities rather than befriend and include them. There are even parents of blind people who take advantage of their blindness by limiting their freedom. There are many people who believe that with a bit of education or awareness, those people will change. I disagree. Deliberate discrimination, bullying and abuse is not caused by lack of education, but by people choosing to be horrible. Those should be punished very severely so blind people can at least be satisfied that something has been done and those who treated them badly haven’t got away with it.

* The most important question of this interview has to be….Do you have a guide dog?

I don’t have a guide dog. I don’t want the commitments that come with looking after guide dogs. Also, my flat is not on the ground floor so that wouldn’t be good for a guide dog.

* What would you say your biggest challenge is?

In groups of people, people sometimes communicate visually and obviously I can’t see that.

* How do you overcome this?

I just try to participate as fully as I can.

* How do you travel around on a daily basis? Does your impairment makes this difficult?

Generally, I travel by taxi. I don’t travel on busses unless I am with somebody. I do however, travel independently by train. At the railway stations I use there are staff who will help me on and off the train. Bus stops don’t have staff. I don’t go anywhere on foot, except the dentist. All the places I would go are over the road, and the road is a junction with traffic coming from too many directions and the pavements not being directly opposite. Taxis don’t present any problems for me with my visual impairment unless I get a driver who won’t take me into a building he has parked near but not directly outside. Trains are only difficult if the assistant leaves me somewhere and doesn’t come back when the train arrives.

* Has your impairment/disability ever impacted on your mental health? (I.E depression, Anxiety, Anger/fury.)

Yes, though I never went to the doctor or asked for help. Basically, before I started volunteering I felt that my life had hit a dead end and had no purpose and so I had a lot of negative thoughts. At one time when I was younger, before I met my wife and we started living together, the future seemed too overwhelming to live through. My response is to think my way through these episodes, on the very rare occasions I experience them.


Voluntary work


* You volunteer for an online engagement charity by moderating a chatroom. What challenges do you face during this?

My main challenge while moderating chatrooms has always been the software. It is not the easiest software to use with speech software. When conflicts occur, people post messages very quickly and I cannot read them all while also trying to calm things down or if necessary, using the moderation tools. The old software was worse because I would accidentally click on the wrong name, or it would move all over the screen so I couldn’t read a group of messages. People don’t like it if I miss their messages, and if I miss several messages posted by the same person, the person may think I am deliberately ignoring them. I’m glad I don’t miss so many messages now.

* How do you overcome people trying to show you visual images?

That is tricky. If other people are in the room I wait for them to react and form my impressions of the images based on their reactions. If they are not, I try to get the person to provide some context to the images and then let that shape the discussion. Many people don’t know or haven’t always known I am blind.

* How long have you been volunteering at youthnet for?

Over 5 years and 9 months.

* How did you find out about this opportunity?

I wanted to expand my volunteering, so I went on Do-It and saw the opportunity there.

* How does this role fit in with your career?

Once upon a time, at the beginning of my volunteering, I was being taken to a taxi outside a train station, and the person who told me there asked me what I was going to do. I explained I was going to do some volunteering, and she said “do good”. Then I thought about what it would be to have a career in doing good, and I realised that there are so many different ways to do good. By moderating chat, I am doing good by helping people not to think about their problems and to just have fun for a few minutes. I think that socialising in chat can help people improve their social confidence.

I never suspected it…National suicide Prevention Week.

When I was five My mum gave birth to a beautiful little girl with brown curly hair and sparking blue eyes, Well that’s what the pictures show, I don’t really remember much, My mum was mentally ill and my sister had to go live with my auntie, because having to care for a newborn who would keep her up all night was too much for my mum. Ellie never returned home, she was comfortable with my auntie and didn’t have a bond with my mum. Although we still visited her and even went to the same youth clubs.

As Ellie grew older I noticed more and more how she became distant from everybody, she didn’t like to be in the centre of attention. Which was unusual for her, whenever the focus was on her she looked like she was going to burst into tears and runaway. Once I was called to come collect her from school, she’d got the answer wrong in class after the teacher put her on the spot and she’d got herself that worked up she’d made herself ill. I never suspected what would happen next.

The anxiety she had towards everyday life didn’t go un-noticed at the age of 12 she was diagnosed with Generalised anxiety disorder, I still believe she had more of a social anxiety disorder but who am I to argue with someone who has been to university. She refused to take medication to scared of turning into what she called “a zombie” She’d seen how medication had made mum and didn’t want to be like that. I still never suspected what would happen.

I remember one of the last times I saw her before I moved away, we went swimming, I was trying to create memories because I thought I wouldn’t see her as often now I’d be 300 miles away from her. She came out of the changing room with her costume on trying to pull down her costume, but I still saw it, I saw the scars on her body and new just how much my little sister was hurting. Even at this point I didn’t suspect anything.

A month later she rang me up crying and panicking, I could hear in the background someone screaming “She’s bleeding oh my god” it was this moment, I knew, I knew I was losing her. I knew just how much my sister was hurting, I begged her to go to hospital, I said I’d come and see her when I next get paid. I did. She wasn’t the same girl anymore. I was losing my sister. She was 14.

By the time she was 15, she was so isolated, being bullied online and offline, to the point she couldn’t face going to school, I remember seeing everybody calling her Emo on Facebook, I remember every single one of the comments. I understood why she was hurting. I couldn’t do anything to stop her. I tried getting her help. I tried being there at night for her. I tried every single thing to save my sisters life. But in the end, none of it worked, and on March 1st 2015 I received the news I knew would come.

It’s been Six months since my 15 year old sister took her own life, it hasn’t made life any better. The pain is still very much real.  The memories I have, hurt more to think back on, the bullies. I guess they won. September 10th is national suicide awareness week, what are you doing to raise awareness? I’m going to be spreading Ellie’s legacy. Asking people to look out for the signs that someone is hurting.

20th June 2012.

The date 20th June 2012 will always stick in my head, I remember going to college ready for my maths exam, I left that day thinking it was nothing important, My mum was eight months pregnant with my little sister, But she wasn’t due for another three weeks so I wasn’t really expecting anything, I sat  Ain the classroom during my maths exam, The head teacher kept walking in and speaking to one of the teachers and looking at me, I just ignored them, Although feeling really paranoid I just presumed they were if I was doing okay, since being diagnosed with Anxiety exam’s definitely made it worse.

When the exam finished the teacher took my paper, and told me to come with her, I did I picked up my bag and panicked a little, had something happened? Why we’re they making me leave early, 100 beady eyes on me. I could feel them staring as I walked past, When I left the room I was greeted by my father, Why was he in college? Then he told me, my mum was in Labour and the baby was having trouble breathing.

We rushed to the hospital, when I got there my mum was cradling the most beautiful baby I’d ever let my  eyes on, My little sister Mia, who had everyone panicking for ages but now seemed perfectly fine and healthy, She was beautiful and I was so proud of being a big sister. I couldn’t wait to bring her home.

Watching Mia develop was amazing, so beautiful, such a joy to be around, and then social services deemed my mum not suitable to be a parent, they said she wasn’t safe enough, That Mia was at risk because of my brother, and then police came in, and they placed Mia in Foster Care. My heart, Broke. I wouldn’t see my beautiful baby sister anymore, until she was eighteen.

I remember that day she was taken away, but I think the day I remember the most is August 26th 2014. The phone call, that destroyed me more than life ever could. “Emily, Mia died at 11am this morning” My beautiful baby sister, that baby girl I’d watched grow up for a year the baby that was born premature and worried all the doctors. Her life had Ended, She was barely two years old. The killer? Meningitis.

I don’t know much about how ill she got, I know she was pronounced dead two minutes after getting a diagnosis and thirty minutes after arriving at the hospital, Rash? We’re all told to look for a rash, you know the rash that a glass won’t hide? The rash. The same rash Mia didn’t get. She had the symptoms of a flu, because her carers thought she was just coming down with a flu, they didn’t take her to a doctors. Now? Now I’m left Heartbroken.

June 20th 2015…I cried on my sisters third birthday.

Dear Ellie, I’m sorry

Dear Ellie,

Ellie I failed you, My job was to be your big sister and protect you from harm, I didn’t protect you from the bullies, I’m sorry there words affected you so badly that you felt the only way through it was to draw on your arms with a razor, My job was to always be there for you, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when the bullied we’re pulling your hair and leaving you with bruises, They may have cleared physically but they never cleared mentally.

I failed you, I wasn’t there at night when you cried into your pillow wondering just how cruel the world could be, I should have been there cuddling you, gently stroking your chin and telling you everything will be okay. You probably wouldn’t have believed what I was saying, but you’d know I’m there, your big sister was there.

I failed to make you happy, I knew you was depressed but nothing I did made you smile, Maybe I didn’t do enough, I didn’t guide you enough, Support you enough I wasn’t there enough, the lonely nights. I’d left I’ve moved away and I’d left you behind. I failed you.

You grew up with a mother with a mental health condition and watched me battle a war against myself, It’s no wonder you turned into self-harming and drugs, I’m sorry Ellie, I was never a good role model for you, I apologise deeply for failing you, I should have been there, I should of shown you everything you’re capable off, I should of showed you the light.

But mainly I failed you the most because I knew just how much you were hurting, and I was too busy trying to save the lives of other people that I didn’t even save yours, I was trying to help people feeling suicidal, but I shrugged people away, I was trying to raise awareness of mental health but didn’t stop and ask how you was, I tried doing so much to get justice for Megan, and Ella & Alice, That I wasn’t there.

It’s now been two months since you died, My sweet, Blue eyed brown curly haired little 15 year old sister, Took her own life on the same day, I was speaking on the radio about Suicide. I wonder if you heard me, you’d already died by the time I spoke was you there listening? Supporting? Helping? All the things I wasn’t for you.

I never went to your funeral, Too ashamed at the fact I failed you, Too scared at people’s reactions, I’d not protected my little sister, I hadn’t listened, I didn’t wipe your tears, I didn’t tell you everything would be okay, I wasn’t there, when you needed me, and for that I’m sorry, it’s something I have to live with for the rest of my life.

I’ll never forget you. I hope in time you forgive me, I hope you’re reunited with Mia and Daddy. I’ll never ever stop thinking of you. For now, be a teenager again. You deserved so much better.

Your big sister

Emily

Dear Daddy. I miss you.

Dear Daddy,

So many months have passed and your little girl is all grown up, It still hurts so much when I think about you, I feel like a part of my life has been ripped into pieces, but I’m getting a little bit stronger, I finally feel like I can speak about you without wanting to cry every minute of everyday. I never got to tell you I was offered a place at University daddy, I hope you we’re bursting with pride when I opened my offer to study social work, You always told me to follow my dreams, I had to turn the offer down, but I know you’d understand why.

Every little girls dream is to walk arm in arm with her father down the isle as he gives her away to her new life, The first dance at the wedding, The speech, Him sharing embarrassing stories of how she used to run around the garden in just a Nappy, or how she once swallowed a nail and she giggled all the way through the ambulance journey. You’re little girl is getting married now daddy, I’m Engaged to a beautiful woman who makes me feel so Happy, So happy, Its like when she hugs me and fixes all my broken pieces back together.

I know you didn’t like it when you found out I was self-harming Dad, I hope you’re watching over me and seen how well I’m doing, I haven’t self-harmed in 6 Months now, I hope you’re proud dad, I haven’t been sectioned for 6 months either, I miss you Dad, Nothing is the same without you. The world doesn’t feel the same, Sometimes I find myself stuck, stuck in a daydream, Sometimes it feels so real, then I realize you’ve gone.

You’ll never be able to walk me down the isle, You never saw me receive my A-Level results, You never received a phone call telling you I was going to Uni, You never met my Partner, Even though she came to your funeral, You’ll never hold Mine and Sams baby in your arms for the first time like nothing could be better, You never got to cry at my graduation, Dance with me at my wedding, Buy me things for my first house, You never saw me progress as a Social worker.

But what  I didn’t have, I make up with what I do, So many memories, So many laughs, So many things I’ll treasure, Because you we’re my father, and nothing can break that bond. I’m starting a new life now Dad, With sam, but you’ll never be out of my thoughts. Till we meet again, My Hero..Always xox.

Dear Little Girl

Dear Little girl,

I see you, I know you don’t want me to but I do, I see the way you pull down your sleeves and hold the ends tightly so nobody will see the scars on your arms, But you can’t help but lift your sleeve up slightly just to check it still there, You’re hurting so much, I see how you leave the classroom when you’re close to tears, lock yourself in the bathroom and pull out your blade, I see how self-harming causes you to feel ‘something’ Physical pain is better than Emotional pain right?

I see how you go into shop after shop after shop and just collect paracetamol, You’re planning an overdose aren’t you, I see how you sit there counting them into a bag just holding onto the fact it might just be enough, How many is enough, I know you’ve googled it, I know you’ve sat there so alone at night searching suicide ways, Looking for the best way, the painless way for you to end your life.

I know you’ve sat their at night flickering through your tumblr account looking at self-harm photos, suicidal photos, Depression photos, I know you’ve seen more photos of other peoples self-harm and other peoples pills than you have your own sister. I know how hard it is for you to smile everyday, but you still paint that smile on so perfect nobody would ever know any different

Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry they’ve just sectioned you, but you did know it was coming right? Be honest with the nurses and tell them just how much you’re struggling inside, tell them about the hallucinations, the thoughts, the feelings. Tell them you’re hurting so badly inside and you don’t want to be here anymore, Tell them you have blades in your pocket they need to know so they can help you darling.

I see you, sat there in the ward wanting to tie something around your neck I see you struggling, I see you wripping up your bra’s so you have something to tie around your neck, It hurts doesn’t it sweetheart, Living?  You’re torn between living and feeling so alone every second of the day, And dying and destroying everyone.

Dear little girl. Put down that blade, Put away the pills, Step away from the bridge, Throw away the rope, Put food into your mouth not blades, Drink juice not bleach. I promise you its going to be okay, Because you are me…