I’m particularly aware life probably is one big joke, as I had thought my blog had been set to private, then on the weekend through Twitter and Facebook, I discovered they are still publicly available.
Hello. Here I am again, posting a rambling blog.
So much for feeling the need to be more private!
It really has been a shit of a year (that is the only word I can think of to express it, that is not too offensive), and I have desperately needed to be more reclusive.
Anyway, what the hell, I decided, maybe it is ok to still have voice, here and elsewhere.
However, I do wish to stress, the opinions I express on my personal blog, do not necessarily reflect the opinions of all or any of the members of Dementia Alliance International.
But seriously, I had thought I had set my blogs to be private.
After shutting down my whole website, then spending many weeks trying to work out how to do some ‘reconstruction’ on the website and blogs, it seems even when I listed the blog page as private, my blogs are still available.
So much for knowing what the hell I am doing. It seems, my invisible disabilities are becoming more evident, and, I really do need to laugh more, and just accept that life really is a joke.
And futher to the ‘life being joke comment’, not long ago I spent some time with some ‘family’ members, and learned that a brother in law took umbrage with the cruel defamation article about me (not him), published in a local newspaper a few years ago. Wowsers, he was even upset the reporter didn’t contact him for comment!
If he bothered to seek the truth (the reporter chose to publish lies, and it most certainly was not me who chose to publish a defamatory article about myself), perhaps he’d have chosen to either talk to me, or even ask those so called ‘close family and friends’ (RG, CC and PP-B) a few questions, for example 1) why they lied about me, and 2) why they lied about my (and therefore his) family.
So, it seems, life really is one big joke.
Sadly, I have more than learned that the hard way the last few months, through personal experiences that have nothing to do with having dementia, or being publicly defamed.
I am longing for that private island, somewhere in the South Pacific.