NDIS Internal Review

For those following along with my NDIS progress (or lack thereof), I was recently contacted by the NDIA internal review team to inform me that my review was beginning – 14 months after I submitted my request for a review, and over 2 years after initially applying for NDIS. The system works, right!?!?

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Zealana yarn reviews, and an unexpected break

Hello! As we’re now thoroughly into winter, I’ve been dreaming up knitting projects to keep me warm. I just finished an interim hat from scraps, which hopefully I will blog when I block it.* Next up is a jumper.

Six balls of Zealana Kauri Fingering Weight, a heathered grey fine yarn.

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Juggling appointments

Warning: contains GIFs

Being chronically ill is much like juggling countless juggling balls, only to realise no one has ever actually taught you to juggle, and you have to muddle on as best you can on your own, with the threat of the full weight of your life’s obligations coming crashing down on you at any given moment.* Some assume that having a chronic illness absolves you from mundane life tasks, but the opposite is true: you have to deal with the same challenges everyone else does, with limited resources, as well as the other shit chronic illness throws at you.

Illustration of a red haired girl throwing her arms up to juggle three apples.
Ooooo, open source images.

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Some notes on my health

It’s been a while since I did a personal health update, largely because I just don’t like thinking about it any more. I was reminded of this fact when I had an appointment with a social worker yesterday. She is an advocate who I employed to assist me with my NDIS application (though she has nothing to do with NDIS herself, nor does her agency in any way, and therefore has no say in their assessment of me).

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Trauma is the blurst (and so is the NDIS)

It’s been a shit few weeks. Months, really. My health has been irreversibly fucked up by my ill-fated trip to Geelong, yet I’ve still had to deal with every crisis life wants to throw at me. Continue reading “Trauma is the blurst (and so is the NDIS)”

Don’t let the bastards get you down

Or at least, that’s what I tell myself when I’m dealing with government agencies. “It’s their job to put you off.” “They make it so difficult you’ll give up – don’t let them.” “The systems are designed to exclude you, you have to fight for your rights.” But sometimes, it’s just all too hard.

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