You're right Melts.
In all departments.
Beaumont, I'm disappointed in you.
Jeff - chiil. It's OK to accuse someone of being drunk if it's lighthearted and clearly a joke.
But don't accuse if you can't verify there and then.
The fact is that I'd been in court all week, up in Manchester, trying to stop a Family Court taking away a child from a mother who loves him deeply, because Social Services decided that the mother had been 'emotionally abusing' him. Truth is, the child has undiagnosed Asperger's Syndrome. The Court didn't believe her, and got an EPO to remove him from mum . The Police were involved, and a foster carer was employed.
Stuff like this destroys my faith in humanity. In Court, because I was putting a pro bono case for mum against the local authority, I was attacked so viciously, that mum's McKenzie Friend passed out. Thank God I didn't, but my epilepsy is well-controlled. This was hard core. I have never experienced anything so barbaric in my life.
I came back to Leicester on Friday. On Saturday, we had a good result.
I am 63. I am tired of fighting for the underdog, and never giving way under pressure. But when Jeff accused me of being 'drunk' when I was trying to just get a way out from under what I am, and trying to be lighthearted and jokey in the face of what I see as a cruel and bitter world which sets its face against the rights of disabled children and adults, I saw red. Jeff, I do NOT do drunk. I am epileptic. I can't do booze to excess. OK? Can we get this straight, now?
This board is an outlet for my Scouse humour. It allows me to see beyond the desperate world I inhabit within my PhD research into the lives of children on the autistic spectrum.
I do not appreciate being classed as a "drunk".
It's libel. It's so far wide of the mark, as to be crazy, although I'm more than willing to play the part. It is more appropriate to class me as a woman in the last third of my life who wonders what I can do to change opinion on invisible impairments before I die, and who is often in despair, and always totally exhausted.
I come on to this board for silliness. If I didn't have this opportunity to engage in light-hearted banter among real people who haven't got a clue what I'm on about, but share my passion for my football team, then what's it all about? I really don't want to get heavy. My life is too damn heavy.
Bear with me. You keep me alive. And I keep so many desperate parents and children alive, that it has to be a good deal.
Thank you to the friends I have here.