So, had a bit of an unexplainable experience and I’m now convinced that it was Scooby visiting me.
Dear Mr. M. Lucas,
This is long overdue and has been playing on my mind a lot recently. I made similar posts on former blogs before now, hoping you'd see them… and now I hope you haven't because I distinctly remember trying to justify myself.
There is no justification for the disgraceful and heartless "joke" I reposted on Twitter many years ago about yourself and your late husband.
For the longest time I would shrug it off by saying I didn't ever think you would see it, didn't know it was the real you replying and some other ridiculous excuses to make myself feel better.
The truth is none of that matters or makes it better and I should never have posted it in the first place. I was cocky, idiotic and cold hearted…. please know, I am no longer that person. I now take issues such as depression, self harm and suicide very seriously and know they are never a joke and shouldn't ever be any form of entertainment. I should have known back then and obviously I didn't.
I made an insurmountable mistake and royally fucked up and I cannot begin to imagine the hurt seeing that tweet caused you. With everything within me, I apologise unreservedly.
I hope you do see this and please know, that this mistake has not & will not be repeated. Ever.
I'm not looking for forgiveness; only for you to know that I want to be as far away as possible from the person I was back then. I have grown and matured through experiences I wouldn't ever wish on anyone, and I am ashamed of myself for what I posted.
I am so very sorry.
Miss K.P. Hall. (Twitter: @KatVonHall )
Note: I can't remember the Twitter name I was using back then. I do know I deleted the account when I started a new one.
I haven’t actually written about my disabilities and how they impact my day to day life for a while. This isn’t because they haven’t been affecting me, but simply because when I’ve passed comments I’ve found that certain areas of the disabled community (and society…. I’ll get there) seem to think it’s a competition of some sort and that some people just aren’t “disabled enough”; for what exactly I’m not 100% sure.
What I am sure about is that just because I don’t “look disabled” doesn’t mean my disability can be written off or ignored & invalidated and when I say the words “I am disabled”, I shouldn’t have to prove it to anyone.
…Normally I wouldn’t post two blogs in a week but, after finishing the Netflix series 13 Reasons Why I had to get my thoughts down. I made this post in a FB group and realised shortly after that, I should share it as much as I can. I don’t wanna stay silent… That’s the point, or one of them, of the series.
If you wanna read my last blog about feeling abandoned, click the link.
However…. First. Please read my experience… And if you’re feeling suicidal or struggling with self harm, bullying ….anything….. please PLEASE seek help. It is out there, I promise you. Life will get better and there is never any shame in asking for help.
I’m putting out feelers to anyone who has been on Sun, Sex and Suspicious Parents (either the teens or the parents) and any parents who would consider the show or doing something similar to the show, but in private.
1) All details provided by you will be kept completely confidential. I will change names without issue or completely omit names if you so wish.
2) I’m looking for both the good outcomes and the bad. I’d like a wide range of experiences if at all possible to put forward with my own thoughts.
3) THIS IS UNPAID. I’m sorry, I simply cannot afford to pay you for your experiences. I am a small blog only.
If you’re intrigued and interested in helping me out with this piece please email me at email@example.com with the subject “SS&SP Blog”.
As yet, there is no deadline.
Thank you in advance.
So I had to take deep breaths after seeing a recent meme on Facebook. By now I’m pretty sure most people (unless you’re very lucky) have seen the meme with a guy throwing a hot dog (or about too) through an open door, pasted over a woman with her legs spread… (I’ll put it after the cut….)
Note; for the sake of this blog when I say “Women” I am referring to women born genetically female with a vagina.
While I’ve been sitting here pondering my life and events over the past 12-14 months, I’ve been talking a lot with mum about finding my biological father.
I have questions about health related stuff but also I wanna know if I have any half siblings? Has he ever tried to find me? Has he even thought about me? I guess I just wanna get to know the other part of me and who I am.
Is it too much to ask?
So before I start with SSAFA and the Salvation Army, I wanna try with the power of social media.
Mum has given me all the info she has on him and here it is.
Dale Martin Parke. White male, South African, 6ft +, blonde hair, blue or light eyes, he was a biker at the time in summer ish of 1985, he wears glasses and at the time he had a missing front left tooth due to a snapped crown.
When he got with my mum (Whose last name then, was Brockbank) he was an Armourer in transit between RAF Wittering and, mum thinks, RAF Scampton or around that immediate area.
He would now be mid fifties, I have no clue if he went home to South Africa or elsewhere or stayed in the UK. I don’t know if he married or has children.
He and mum got together at a barbecue in the summer (ish) of 1985 after dating for a while.
I just want to know my father and any siblings I may have.
I would really appreciate a RT or a share or ANYTHING to help me find him. If you have information about him, if something rings a bell…..or hell, if Dale, you’re reading this email me at KatVonHallBlog@Gmail.com
I’m still raising funds for a wheelchair, as the weather gets colder, it’s harder for me to walk any distance. I just want to keep my independence. Use THIS LINK to help out. Thank you.
OK so imma add in a little background info about just why im so excited about PokemonGo.
If you’re new to my blog – I have depression, borderline personality, bipolar and depression.
when pokemon first came out, we didn’t have the money for the handheld or the games. they were just far too expensive, so while everyone was playing the card game or the Gameboy, I had a sega mega drive (which I absolutely loved, it was my first gaming console).