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    The Big 3-0!

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    Click above to take you to Claire's personal journey!

    Morning all!

    So, the big 3-0 is nearly here, 2 days to go. The breakdown has been impending for a few weeks now… This morning I broke down in my mum’s arms and asked for my birthday to be cancelled. I explained my life was planned differently to this and I never expected to enter my 30th year single.

    I’m not in a great mindset at the moment in general, went away for the weekend last weekend and it turned out to be a really tough time. I won’t go into why, or specifics, but boy did my mental health take a battering.

    I’m now at my parents for a few days, chilling, reading and generally just having a relaxed few days. But the problem is, relaxing means my mind goes into over time and starts telling me rubbish that I don’t want to hear.

    I’m off to the cinema by myself this afternoon to try and distract my mind from all the negative thoughts. I’m also going to go for a nice walk with Rosie and see if that can distract me a bit too.

    I’ve dreaded my 30th birthday for a long old time, constantly comparing myself to where my friends are in their lives at their 30ths.

    So, if you need me on Saturday I’ll be hiding under my bed, having an emotional breakdown (picture Rachel from friends).
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    Community, Upbringing and Antisocial Behaviour Part II - Respect and the Modern Age!

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    Is it just me, am I the only one who is shocked by the way people talk to one another these days? After speaking with a colleague yesterday, it was clear that the behaviour of some people just gets worse and worse. As someone who has worked in shops for a large part of my life, I am well aware of the way some customers can liaise with staff. I am not saying for one minute, that all shoppers are bad, in the same way I am not saying all shop workers are good, but it is clear that the way we all treat one another in 2019, is far removed from the sense of respect I had instilled in me for others, as a child.

    There has been a massive shift in the way people interact with one another. The caring, benevolent, charitable nature that I was brought up to adhere to, are now the actions of a bygone era. I am disappointed to be living in an age, where manners, dignity and respect for those around me count for nothing. As an individual I was taught to hold doors open for other people, male or female, yet today I am told that goes against the spirit of equality. If I saw an older person trying to cross the road, I was always encouraged to help them traverse, without hindrance. Today I could be considered a threat, mugger or opportunist, trying to swipe their purse. When having a heated debate or discussion, I was always urged to allow my opponent an equal amount of time to question my views. Today I would probably be knocked to the floor, or even stabbed with a knife. The sad fact is, Britain today, is not a nice place to live.

    I have never understood why it is so wrong to show appreciation and compassion towards another human being. There are many people I disagree with in this World, but I would never dream of publicly humiliating them or destroying their personality in front of other people, that goes against what I believe and is the mark of a dark soul, someone who is bitter and unwilling to admit their own shortcomings. In truth I have known many people like this, both in the UK and when I lived in Spain. These are the people I tend to avoid today, though I am grateful they were in my life, even for a short time; they taught me much about the worst side of human nature and reinforced my views to be a kind, accommodating and sympathetic person.

    The other day, someone I have only known a short while, remarked on my ability to keep calm under fire. They were surprised at how much I kept my cool, when being attacked, for being who I am. I have often had to contend with abuse from discriminatory factions within the community in which I live. I have been called every word under the sun, kicked, punched and verbally abused, just for being gay, so I am well used to dealing with such behaviour. If I was to retaliate in a similar unwarranted way, that would make me no better than them. I do have a voice, but choose how to channel my words, without directly hurting someone else. I have experienced bullying, abuse, ill-treatment and persecution, but that has only served to make me a stronger person, with the knowledge to carry me through life.

    The society that I grew up in during the 1970s was a very different place, to the one I live in today. Family, friends and neighbours were always on hand to do their bit to help anyone who needed it. My own Mother for example, would walk to an old peoples home, not far from where we lived and coiffeur the hair of local occupants who were unable to get to a hairdresser. I would sit in Collingwood House, as a young boy being Mothered by all the residents, plied with sweets and patted on the head. Even then at a very young age, I was taught to help, carry shopping and hold someone’s hand as they walked to their flat. I enjoyed being around people and always wanted to assist in anyway I could, even if it wasn’t always needed!

    Society did change in the 1980s, the World became a less accepting place. When Margaret Thatcher famously declared, that there was ‘no such thing as society,’ she wasn’t wrong. Whether or not she was responsible for the destruction of common values and beliefs is rather contentious, but she did represent a point in time, when standards of moral behaviour began to erode. Today all of us have at least witnessed some unspeakable conduct, so much so, we have become desensitised, oblivious to its real impact on peoples lives. Walking down any high street in any town or city, you become quickly aware of the unthoughtful way we treat each other, barging past a frail old lady, knocking her to the floor, swearing at a child who got in your way or signalling your displeasure at a motorist who drove to close to the pavement. Everyone seems angry, rushing to their destination and avoiding the normal courtesies, that were fostered in most of us when we were growing up.

    The dismantling of altruism and a movement away from decency and selflessness is a fact of life in the modern age. I will continue to act appropriately, always sticking to what I trust to be right, as I believe we all should. The way I conduct myself today, is an indicator for the future; holding ones head high, while all around is crashing down is a mark of ones character. Keeping ones composure while others fall apart, retaining a sense of order and accountability, accepting everyone for who they are, while others belittle and beguile, in the misguided belief they are right, are values I will never surrender. I believe in equal opportunities for all, respecting the views and opinions of friends and foes alike but never compromising on my own principles in pursuit of self gain!
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    Immunisation!

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    This morning I had an appointment at the Lake Road practice in Portsmouth. I had to undergo my first set of immunisations for my trip to Asia. These were the free jabs, the ones the National Health Service will pay for; Diphtheria, Tetanus, Hepatitis A and Typhoid. I'm not a fan of injections, but they were pretty painless and all I have is a dead arm, which is a bit achy!

    Whilst I was there I decided to have a chat about my itinerary whilst in Asia and whether or not I will need any more vaccinations. The nurse was extremely helpful and full of interesting facts and advice about my travels. I had been advised that I should be considering immunisation against Yellow Fever and Japanese Encephalitis before I leave and she spent a good twenty minutes checking the latest advice from the NHS.

    Yellow Fever is not necessary and is only really a high risk in Africa and South America, so I should discount that straight away. The Japanese Encephalitis is a more difficult one to decide. The nurse explained, it was a personal choice, whether or not I have the injection. If I was away for a long period of time, visiting the more remote parts of Asia, surrounded by forests, I should definitely be having the vaccine, but she felt it wasn't necessary. She did however advise me to have a rabies shot, since I was more likely to visit areas with stray domestic animals that could carry the virus. In any event, If I do not touch or approach any of the wildlife, I should be fine.

    Jabs done, I walked over to Boots to find out details of the rabies and Encephalitis injections, so I can make a more informed decision, with the facts in my hand. I made an appointment with the pharmacist next Thursday who will help me decide if I need these two shots; the cost isn't cheap either. The Rabies vaccine is administered in three shots and will cost 180 pounds, the Japanese Encephalitis is administered in two shots and will cost a staggering 196 pounds. Neither of these two are necessary for travel to the countries we are visiting, but they should be considered, depending on where we are touring whilst in Asia.

    So today I had the recommended injections and will decide over the next week whether or not to have the others. It is a sad fact of life, that many people who travel abroad, do not think about protecting themselves against disease, but it is a cost that should be factored into any holiday. I will certainly be considering what to do next and if I should take any more precautions than I already have. As the nurse said to me today, if I have a good insect repellent I should be fine, but of course there is a chance, however small, that I could contract something nasty...How much risk am I prepared to take, is dependent on me!
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    Website recommended by the Practice Nurse at Lake Road Surgery, to help decided what immunisations to have before travelling!

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    Making Mistakes and The Learning Process!

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    In my last blog entry I wrote about taking risks and challenging convention. I also wrote about making mistakes and it being part of the learning process.

    Within my training I try to apply this and like with any well thought out plan you have a certain level of control on how this is applied – there are some unknowns involved in that as well and also some uncontrollable elements as well (weather and terrain for example).

    Devising an effective training plan requires placing lots of small steps in place over a set amount of time to reach a much bigger goal – it is also a learning curve as well and mistakes will be made along the way and it is how that learning is applied so those mistakes do not become habit and are part of the norm leading to overall poor performance, lack of motivation and losing sight of that much bigger goal.

    As you may also recall from the last blog entry I decide to take risks and challenge convention by going out on a date with someone I was seeing last year – in doing so I felt I was breaking one of my golden rules – never go out with someone you’ve previously split up with. It was a really good evening and it was fantastic to speak to each other positively about things we had achieved since we last saw each other and what plans we had for the future.

    On Wednesday morning I was feeling very optimistic that if there was a plan in place and we took those small steps then that bigger goal was more than achievable. Wednesday afternoon I was feeling deflated after receiving a text from my date – she had also had a fantastic evening, felt that there was still a major spark there and was somewhat optimistic as well but was very hesitant due to the fact I hadn’t spoken about one particular topic and that put question marks over whether there was indeed any future.

    To receive that at work by text was a bit of a body blow really – I would much rather have dealt with that issue/concern over the phone or face to face and expressed this in my reply.

    Things then escalated and became slightly argumentative and I felt that all the positives of that evening had been brushed aside and was being replaced with a negative and I was suddenly under the microscope.

    We had not seen each other for months and my main focus that evening was to see how we got on and whether there was any possibility of a second date – nothing more, nothing less – and I felt this was a more than reasonable expectation. A second date would have included conversation about the topic I hadn’t spoken about on the first – I’m certain of it – and had it not then maybe a text of that kind I received would have been more than justified.

    Instead I’ve put the barriers back up, there will be no second date, and I feel that it may well have been a mistake to have broken my golden rule in the first place. I spent yesterday evening licking my wounds a bit, feeling upset and hurt and retreating back into myself which was not good considering how I had felt that morning.

    This morning I’ve looked at what I am now considering a mistake and rather than seeing myself as a failure have looked at what I have learnt from the experience instead and how I move on from this. Instead of the ‘what ifs’ I used to ask in the past I took risk, challenged my normal conventional way of thinking but it hasn’t worked – that doesn’t matter though because I gave it a go and I felt I had shown that evening I was a changed person (and for the better).

    I gave something a go, it didn’t work, I’ve learnt some things, and because of that I don’t see that as failure but progress in myself. As far as any future dating is concerned – I think I’ll give it a very, very, very wide berth and concentrate on the new job and training.

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    Box Full Of Memories!

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    Yesterday I went to visit Mum and Dad at their home in Catisfield. Mum is now out of hospital and has had one of the rooms in their bungalow adapted to take all the equipment needed to make her life a little easier. Mother looked well enough and was on top form, which was good to see. This hasn't been the best of times for my parents and they are both still learning to cope with their new set of circumstances. With a medical bed and hoist installed, life should be a little more comfortable for them in the long run!

    When sitting talking to my parents, we do what we always do and started talking about the old days, which does seem a popular subject as we get older and something I enjoy reminiscing about. I have always had an interest in family history and have managed to trace my paternal tree back to the 1540's, so conversing about memories of childhood, Grandparents and events long since past is something I look forward to.

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    Dad retrieved several boxes of photographs from the hall cupboard, pictures I haven't seen for many years and it was great having a look though them all. There were old school photo's and numerous old family snaps, documenting different occasions as far back as the 1930s. Of course many of the faces were unknown to me, only brought to life by my parents, who knew those whose lives were captured during a brief moment in time.

    One of the photographs that caught my eye was one of my Great Great Grandparents, taken in 1963, celebrating their 60th Wedding anniversary. As someone who has an interest in history, I was already aware of my Great Great Granny Annie, who was born in 1887, although a little confused about the dates. If the records were correct, these two got married in 1903, which would have made her sixteen years old at the time, unheard of today. Not only that but the cake looks like it says 1983, which of course isn't possible. I know many couples did get married in their teens, but by the standards of the day, this does seem particularly young.

    My Great Great Grandparents had 22 children. Mum said to me, she was pregnant every single year that she used to go potato picking and was a hard worker during her life, always grafting, always busy. I remember as a child seeing a newspaper clipping from  the 1950s about my relations, who were by all accounts the biggest family in Hampshire at the time and one of the largest in the UK. The history contained in this photograph and many others are invaluable for a historian like me.
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    Not only did Dad show me photographs, but there were also lots of documents, which I have yet to go through. One of the interesting pieces of ephemera I found, was the tag used on my cot, in the hospital where I was born, St Mary's in Portsmouth. It includes a wealth of detail, that I wasn't fully aware of. The name on the tag was Martin, which was going to be my original name, until my Grandmother put a stop to it. Apparently the name Martin was associated with a relation from the Liverpool side of our family who was always referred to as a 'snotty nose tyke!' (My Nan was always a bit of a snob!) Shortly afterwards my name was changed to Darren, named after a character from 'Bewitched' a popular television programme at the time.

    This small piece of paper also has my weight, head circumference, length and time of birth indicated, details I didn't know, as well as recording the fact I was a forceps  delivery, showing that Mum had a difficult childbirth.

    I never actually realised Mum kept all these invaluable documents, hospital wrist band, immunisation certificate and a rather sad letter noting a false or phantom pregnancy Mum suffered in 1969. My Mother truly believed she was pregnant with her first child, she had all the normal symptoms, but sadly it wasn't to be. Mum wanted a baby so much, that her body mimicked her emotional state. It must have been such a difficult time for her, and gives me an insight into just how she was feeling. I can never understand just how important it is for someone to want a child. You hear about couples that can't conceive all the time, but after Mum and Dads Marriage in 1966, they must have experienced those very same feelings; at times, Mum must have felt pained at the prospect of not being able to have kids. Appreciating what others go through, especially those closest is important. Mum has never talked about this period, fifty years ago, but I am now fully aware of just what happened and proud Mum and Dad went on to have my Brother and I, a long and happy marriage and kept such precious memories for me to share with the World.
    Memories are important to me; despite being estranged from my kinfolk for may years, I have always regarded my roots as significant, spending a lot of time digitising my life onto computer. I enjoy reliving the past, through photo's and videos, letters and documents, that I have transferred to an single hard drive. It has always been necessary for me to understand the events that shaped my life and the stories that made me the person I am. Without these pointers to the past, I am sure I would forget much of what has happened during my 48 years. I will spend the next few months transferring all my parents evocations to a more usable format and hope that one day others will also be able to add to our life story. Sadly I don't have any children, but my brother does and it is essential they understand the lives of those who are a part of their genealogy. Families are important because they are the links and bonds that keep us together, the catalyst for memories that remain forever and the motivators, and advisors that encourage endeavour.
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