Welcome to the Enough about me, let’s talk about YOU for a minute series on my blog. It’s to celebrate my birthday and blogiversary week. Each day until and including 15 December I will feature a guest blogger who I admire. I hope you enjoy the series as much as I did collating it.
I first ‘met’ Hayley Cafarella from Rellacafa on Twitter in 2009. I was tweeting about how much I love Sgt Brendan Joshua on Rush. I searched for the #rush feed, and found a few other girls also tweeting over their love for Josh, or Lawson Blake. Soon it became a regular Thursday night event – watch Rush, and me, Hayley and a few other (excited) women tweeted our commentary about the episode of Rush, particularly what we might like to do should Brendan Joshua arrest or save us. Like this: ‘Josh on Rush. Reliably keeping me satisfied.’ and ‘I am loving the BROmance between Josh and the Sunnyboys in this season of Rush.’ and ‘Wow! Next week Josh has his shirt off!’. Fun times.
We finally met in person at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival earlier this year, and then again at the Rush premiere in July. She came to my birthday party last week (and blogged about it).
Thank you for writing this guest blog, Hayley! You’re a really special friend.
The internet is a pretty wonderful place, once you get past the psychos and porn. A couple of years ago, I was completely unaware of the amazing world of blogging. Thanks to being struck by Complex Regional Pain Syndrome in 2006, I ended up surfing waves all over the web in order to distract and entertain myself. I was amazed to discover the calibre of writing that appeared on blogs and found myself fascinated by writers adding a personal touch to many different topics.That’s when I decided to get in on the action and start writing for myself.
My disability is a pretty hard thing to understand, even for the doctors who specialise in it, especially for the patients who experience it and perhaps even more so for the families and friends who support them. My blog began as a way to try and communicate what I was going through; to spread awareness about CRPS and hope that some day my condition would be understood and accepted. Something that I never expected when I started writing was the way in which I started connecting with other people suffering from the same condition and the comfort and support their existence would provide me. When there are no cures, comfort sits atop slippery anxiety and simply sharing stories and rants with people who understand has meant that, often, I am able to get a better foothold in my mind and stay sane.