I'll Love You Forever

Just some of my favourite things

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How do vaccines cause autism?

I fucking hate the anti-vaccine movement.

Normally I am pretty understanding of people’s perspectives. But if you’re  anti-vaccination, you’re a fucking ignorant person who is endangering the lives of others who are unable to get vaccinated.

My dad was immunosuppressed and relied on other healthy bodies to keep him healthy. Parents who don’t vaccinate their children are not only putting their children’s lives at risk but also risking the lives of many other innocent people.

A royal fuck you to those who don’t believe in vaccinations. Yes, I will continue to judge your uneducated perceptive. Yes I will call you an idiot. Yes I will push my perspective on you until you get so pissed off.

So yeah, fucking vaccinate.  

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The power of the circle, drum and dance

When bad days seem to out number good days, and stress, sadness and tension start to build. After long conversations this weekend, I often forget to appreciate.  Sometimes you have to let it all go.

I cant even explain the moment I had while drumming and dancing in a circle with fellow inspiring social workers. I can’t even explain it. All I know is that I need to be more thankful of the privilege that I have been given, the friends that have found their way into my life, both new and old, my beautiful mom and simply the life that constantly surrounds me. 

For without them I will never have gotten to where I am and I will never go where I want to go.

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The Problem With Little White Girls (and Boys)

I don’t want a little girl in Ghana, or Sri Lanka, or Indonesia to think of me when she wakes up each morning. I don’t want her to thank me for her education or medical care or new clothes. Even if I am providing the funds to get the ball rolling, I want her to think about her teacher, community leader, or mother. I want her to have a hero who she can relate to — who looks like her, is part of her culture, speaks her language, and who she might bump into on the way to school one morning.”

I don’t have a huge interest in the development of other nations, but the development of a culture that is so inherent to our very land- the Aboriginal population. Sure, I have Aboriginal heritage but next to none in culture, teachings or identification, I don’t call my self native. People often look at family photo’s and go “Hey! Your family is Italian, right?” Don’t get me started on the whole “sooo tell me, what are you?!” discussion, that deserves another post. However, I have a huge interest in the research and development of Aboriginal communities, particularly in the northern regions of Canada. Someone who has grown up in white middle-class suburbia surrounded by Eurocentrism, my Western values are innately ingrained, no matter how hard I try to unravel them.

I struggle with the idea that I so badly want to experience, study, immerse myself in Aboriginal culture- but for what purpose? Yes, I want to better understand of the discrimination, economic development, culture, history, the teachings, the sense of community, all which are important, but I predominately want to go and make lives better for other individuals. That doesn’t sound so bad, right? Well it could be. I cannot get away from my Western lens which shows me what is right and what is wrong. No matter what, I have been educated in Western institutions, lived in predominately Western areas. I pretty much only “know” all things Western.

Working in two Native Friendship Centres in my late teenage years, I was that “Little White Girl”, who thought just because I have taken various community economic courses and have a passion for social policy, particularly within the Aboriginal culture, I thought I knew it all, well most of it to say the least. Within a day or two of actually working, I was wrong. I felt discrimination and quite frequently overheard something along the lines of “she’s one of those white people who think they know it all and want to fix the world”. Yep that was me, and quite frankly that is still me. Yes I do want to help, but I understand the need for me to take a step back.

I promptly turned down the opportunity to research the over-incarceration of Aboriginal people in fear that I might be come a “helicopter researcher”. I have started to remove myself from the ideology that I need to “fix, fix fix” and why not just step back, watch, learn and embrace. There’s a time and place for me and when I am needed I will promptly be there. I want to help the community fix itself, not simply go in, attempt to fix it, then leave. 

In my social work practice I often go back to this quote, “give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime”. However, this is not one-directional. I hope to learn from the Aboriginal culture just as much as I would help to teach.