BAPS Awards (not what you think)
|The Oscars of SEN blogging..|
|One generic non scruffy outfit for all occasions. Tick.|
I also got to meet a ton of other awesome parent bloggers. To be honest, I'm fringe in that community. I started blogging mainly for my own catharsis and sanity, and never thought I'd end up nominated for an award. I have fuck all idea on marketing my stuff, and boosting my reach, and whoring myself out to Google or whoever for ads. Literally no idea on all that blogging admin. I just love writing.
|My excellent 'you didn't quite win' reminder!|
Hanging out with all these other lovely bloggers was a bit of an eye opener, and the truth is, I felt like a bit of a fake. Here were a bunch of brilliant, incredible parents dealing with chronic shit day in day out, advocating, running their own awareness campaigns AND understanding a billion acronyms to boot. For me, I have a million fingers in a million pies and can't really get into any one in any sort of depth. It's kind of how my brain works. Too much SEN and I think I'd drown. Too much parenting and I think I'd go insane. I also have three typical kids too, so the foot in each camp thing is always a challenge.
|Rach and I squashing Sally Phillips face. Standard.|
It hit me again the mammoth task we face as parents of atypical kids. The uphill battle. The fine line between being that screaming bitch-fit parent and being palatable enough for Team Social Care to want to help. The daily exhaustion of seizures. The pad changes. The tricky behaviour. The non-verbal communication guesswork. The negotiation of a system utterly unfit for purpose. And the looming threat of a government who have made an already difficult existence even more impossible.
Yet in that room? A total powerhouse of people. People who don't let stuff slide; who bottle tears, and unleash frustration in the places it will matter. People whose lives were never what they signed up for, but who have made it their mission to make it work, acronyms and all.
Fellow Bloody Awesome Parents, I absolutely salute you.
Yes, a book. How inadequate do I feel? 😆
|This was the shit. Especially after the free booze.|