It really has been a while since I last posted – two months more or less. And what I couple of months it has been.
Work has been tough at times as respect has noticeably diminished along with good behaviour and attitudes. I lost my voice for a week, a regular thing with me it seems. The good news is that the ENT consultant put a camera up my nose to look at my vocal chords/throat and there were no problems at all. I’m now awaiting speech therapy as it seems to be an occupational hazard and they can help me to use my voice without stress or strain. I know of two, no, three ways my voice could be looked after while I still work. One is to change my job/career. The second is for the school to actually get the microphone/speaker system installed in my room so that the speech therapy can be focused on teaching me to talk at a healthy level. The third is for the decline in behaviour to be managed and turned around so that I didn’t have to raise my voice so much, or even shout to be heard by the person two feet away from me.
A good point looks like I’ve finally achieved my aim of someone actually admitting that I’m right that the GCSE equivalent course I’ve been expected to deliver to my SEN classes isn’t actually possible for them to do the controlled assessments. I do have to search out an alternative qualification that would give a GCSE equivalent qualification that I can deliver for part of the time while I continue to deliver the Entry Level science course. I think I’ve done that, but it has to be sold to ‘the man’.
Outside of the world of work things have been strange. It seems that a move away from a spiritual pathway I’ve been wandering along has finally happened. The signs have been there for a while, my unhappiness with it has been present for a while. As nasty as the ending got (I vow to do my best to never become involved with committees with ego issues every again!) it showed that there was no way of mediating the schism. I just hope the half-truths, rumours and downright lies about me don’t cause problems elsewhere. All could have been avoided by effective, polite, even-tempered communication, or just a politely stated desire that the class I have run for a couple of years needs someone other than me to run it.
I’m finding that so many people who claim to ‘know’ me really don’t know me at all. I really dislike confrontation, but am willing to listen to calm requests, well reasoned and logical arguments backed up with actual evidence, even if that is someone’s opinions. I’d much prefer someone to ‘man-up’ and state their opinions rather than sneaking around behind my back, getting people to ‘spy’ on me with a remit to dig up dirt and if there is no dirt to dig up to manufacture it. I’d much prefer someone to be open and honest, even if their version of truth hurts, for them to admit it’s all their own perceptions.
The result of all this was a rather nasty meeting with the committee members with confrontational attitudes and no desire to mediate, just to attack. I think the members of the group I lead sent letters with their observations in that caused some level of guilt and/or jealousy somewhere as they were asked to explain why ‘she’s a credit to us’, she being me.
That means, to me, that I’m not a credit.
In the end I quietly stood up and politely said I’d had a day of managing confrontational behaviour in work that I didn’t expect it from adults in this kind of setting, that no matter what I said I’d not be believed, that I was obviously in the wrong and that the faults lie with me as a person for caring about others, for being welcoming, for giving my time to those who need it, for losing sense of time as I got lost in long discussions about things that were relevant to the purpose of this group. I kept my voice quiet (mainly because the stress of the situation had caused my throat to constrict) and my demeanor non-confrontational, yet the attacks continued. So I left.
I left with tears in my eyes for the pain caused to myself and others. Tears of disappointment that those who proclaim so loudly to be spiritual aren’t. Tears of disappointment that my involvement in a certain part of this organisation will also have to come to an end. Tears of frustration. Tears of anger. Tears of embarrassment, humiliation. However, there were also tears of relief among them too, and tears of grief, tears of letting go.
I hadn’t wanted to go, knowing exactly how it would be; knowing that someone had an axe to grind because they disagreed and disapproved of me and my ways and they wouldn’t be happy until they had not just put the knives against my back but driven them deeply in.
I’d felt the knives there for a long time, but there was no way they were going to puncture me, and I don’t think they did.
They will believe they are victorious, but it is a false image or at best a Pyrrhic victory, but they will not see that.
I’m the true ‘winner’, if there is a win anywhere. I am now free of the rules and regulations. What I do and how I do it is now up to my own personal sense of ethics and morals. I would never treat someone the way they have and revel in the glory of it. I’m sure the gloating will go on for a long time by some.
As for me, it’s time for me to decide where I go with this next, or rather how the decisions that have been made need to be developed. It’s kind of exciting yet scary as it’s very much me breaking new ground for myself in some respects.
Another ending has been hypnotherapy. I’ve had problems getting people to be guinea pigs for my case studies. I’ve also become very jaded with the course and the practice. I realised I had got from the course what I needed, realised that I didn’t really want to start up my own hypnotherapy practice. Taken together, I decided that I had what I needed and wouldn’t complete the course.
Arty things have taken a bit of a back seat lately. My half term break seemed to be filled with errands and appointments and trying to rest, relax and restore myself. In the evenings when I return home from work I’m often too tired to do anything much, emotionally and mentally drained that is. The weekends are often a washout for me as I sleep a lot of the time as my sleep in the week is disturbed (and has been this weekend as part of the fallout from the above mentioned meeting which was Friday night).
I did buy a book – Knitted Dinosaurs by Tina Barrett – on a visit to the National Museum Cardiff. I have a lovely pterodactyl knitted with sparkly purple wings and a lilac body, head, legs and arms. Some friends have fallen in love with him and have asked for ones of their own!
Yesterday evening, after a lunchtime outing to The Skirrid Inn in Llanfihangel Crucorney with one of my pals, Wendy. I really didn’t want a dissection of the previous evening’s meeting, and so did my best to turn the conversation to other things, which we mostly did. The little conversations about the meeting did help to bring some clarity that may be related to jealousy, guilt, and some evidence of absolute hippocracy in at least one ‘complaint’ that was levied by the committee.
The previous Saturday we’d been to Glastonbury for a nice wander around the shops and a leisurely lunch in the Cafe Galatea, where I had the nicest cheesy garlic bread and homemade coleslaw I’ve had for a very long time. I had a good look around Starchild and stocked up on candles and incense – I just love that shop and always have since my first visit to Glastonbury some 11 or so years ago. A new favourite shop is The Crystal Man‘s shop where I picked up pieces of spirit quartz and botryoidol lepidolite mica, which is shiny and silvery-pinky-lavender in hue. The chap who owns/runs it is hilarious and friendly, which encouraged us to have a good look around and to rummage in his drawers – drawers of crystals/minerals.
This has been a bit of a random ramble, admittedly. However, it does give an idea why there’s been little art or blog entries of late (not that I’m consistent in doing entries anyway).
My main problem at the moment is that I’m happily ensconced in bed tapping away at this on the laptop given to me by a friend when they bought a new one. It’s comfortable here, safe too, warm as well. My only problem at the moment is that I want a cup of tea and I’ll have to get out of bed to go get it! That’s one of the main downsides to being single!
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