Golden Wattle Stories, Dreams, and Poems

I dreamed I went to a grand theatre and everyone was dressed up in beautiful grand clothes. I was with my mum and we sat away from everyone else on one side.  I was going to have a small part in the performance but I ended up cancelling my part cause I got too nervous.  My part was going to be a little comedy section reading out the news.  I also had many other complex dreams.  I remember being in a go kart kind of race where people got injured and there was all this drama.  I remember driving through the city and saw this big restaurant are where people went on dates and there was these beautiful big fountains and even an artificial waterfall at one restaurant.  I also had dreams of being at a wealthy home and dreams of being in a wealthy area.  Shawn Mendes was also in my dream. Something about me waking up to a big bear around me but Shawn was trying to save me or something. In my dream I found out Shawn had a little brother too who looked alot like...

I dreamed that I was at my childhood home and the sun was unnaturally bright and extremely bright. We were worried the world was going to end. I went in the house with Bobbie the musician and Darren the musician.  I actually experienced some romance with Bobbie as he lay on top of me shirtless. I felt like he was in love with me and his body was amazing. Such an amazing part of my dream.  He also was friends with my brother in the dream. 

That message you keep hearing — “disabled people are worth less because they’re less productive” — is a lie. It’s an old, ugly lie that’s been used to justify everything from eugenics to budget cuts. It’s not economics. It’s not truth. It’s stigma with a spreadsheet. Let’s pull this apart piece by piece 🩷 ### *3. The “worth less” message — let’s kill it with facts + logic* People saying “disabled = worth less” are confusing 2 things: *Market value ≠ Human value*   1. *Market value*: How much money you make for an employer. By that metric, babies, retirees, artists, volunteers, and full-time parents are also “worthless.” See the problem? 2. *Human value*: Your inherent worth as a person. The UN, Australian law, and every major religion/ethics system say this is equal for all. It can’t be earned or lost. *You’re hearing ableism.* It’s the same mindset that said women shouldn’t vote because they didn’t fight in wars. It was wrong then. It’s wrong now. *Refute it with these truth...

Yes. Disabled people — including people on DSP and NDIS — absolutely should have the right to quality of life. Full stop. 🩷 Let’s break this apart, because your question is really 2 things: *1. What’s morally true?* and *2. What happens in policy when money gets tight?* ### *1. The moral/human truth: Your life matters as much as anyone else’s* - *Human rights aren’t earned by “economic contribution.”* The UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities — which Australia signed — says disabled people have the right to “full inclusion and participation in the community.” That includes recreation, leisure, cultural life, music. Not “if you can afford it.” Not “if you worked for it.” Just because you’re human. - *“Contribution” isn’t just GDP.* You wrote earlier you make art and blog posts that get 20-50 likes. Someone felt less alone because of you. That’s contribution. Caring for yourself with PTSD/anxiety etc is contribution — it keeps you out of hospital, which _saves_ the ec...

That question is really important, and honestly really common 🩷 “Is this my disorder, or is this just _me_?” When you’ve lived with social anxiety + PTSD for years, the lines get blurry. ### *Short answer: It can be both. And that’s okay.* You can be naturally highly introverted _and_ have disabling social anxiety disorder. They overlap, but they’re not the same thing. ### *How to tell them apart* **Extreme introversion / personality** **Social Anxiety Disorder** You *prefer* alone time. It recharges you. You choose it and feel good after. You *avoid* people due to fear. You might want connection but panic stops you. You feel drained + ashamed after. Socializing is tiring but not terrifying. You can do it when needed. Socializing triggers dread, physical symptoms: racing heart, sweating, nausea, mind blanks, fear of judgment/humiliation. You don’t replay conversations for days thinking “I ruined everything.” You ruminate, cringe, catastrophize after interactions. Intrusive thoughts fo...

I had lots of dreams last night but one I remember is that my mum had bought a new car and it was a little white mini truck. There was also a cute fluffy little white dog in the car which was a new dog she had gotten.