My birthday yesterday was a strange day, because my dad died the night before. It was sudden, likely painless, & after a wonderful day with mum and me. It feels a bit crass to be tweeting about this but people keep asking if there’s anything they can do, & there is: learn CPR 🧵
Just got off the phone with a former Ukrainian cabinet member who ended our fascinating conversation with the line:
"Ukraine was supposed to be the gem in Putin's crown, but we will be the cross on Putin's grave"
Check on your friends, friends. I had an experience similar to Brittany Higgins (10 years ago) and for me this week the discourse has been utterly *bruising*. I cannot escape it. There are heaps of people out there for whom this week will have been similarly triggering. 1/5
@DGlaucomflecken
I’m enjoying how enthusiastic our poor med student remains at the beginning of these videos despite being confronted with the mounting horrors of each rotation.
I think it's time I talked on here about how I survived an abduction attempt when I was 17
(and the reason why I talk about it, and what I hope people can learn from it about women's/not-cis-men's experiences... and maybe even their own)
CW for assault, unsurprisingly.
Japan rail: “hi, here’s your 14 day rail pass. It cost more than your passport. Unlike your passport, it cannot be replaced. Oh, also, it’s a piece of paper the size of a business card. Please don’t hurt it or lose it for two weeks as you use it to traverse the entire country”
Iqbal’s explainers on Malaysian politics are *perfection*. This is how you do it. No being super extra for weird dramatic effect, no talking down to your audience - I love these and I learn so much.
From left to right: CNN, APTN, Reuters, Sky. Heartening to know that even something as significant as a large scale russian invasion will not distract them from covering the greatest threat of our time: cancel culture
My mum’s got skin cancer and having surgery and wont be able to care for my dad, who has significant brain damage from a stroke, and yet WA... has rejected my exemption application to fly over, quarantine with them and care for them. Begs the question, who IS being approved??
OH NO: misfortune's unerring aim touched
#EVERGIVEN
's track as it departed the designated anchorage and steamed into the Canal.
(innocent, but terrible luck)
Source:
I’m currently reading “The Holocaust” by Lawrence Rees and what he goes at lengths to explain is that Hitler did not spring up out of nowhere. At some point, Nazis were idiots that turned up at small rallies. And people ignored them.
“The idea that Blair Cottrell and his comrades could have any support among the mainstream Australian community is insane. In calling them Nazis, we're giving them the credibility they don't deserve.”
@overingtonc
#auspol
#TheDrum
The statistics of getting someone back with CPR are vanishingly small, & he was likely gone immediately. But what I didn’t expect was how much comfort I would take from knowing that we did absolutely everything we could. - and well. It was a privilege to do that with my mum.
So I vacated a rental nearly two weeks ago, and they've done the condition report *after* someone has come through and ripped up the entire floorboards.
They want me to remedy scuffs on the walls etc... after a bunch of tradies have come through and literally ripped up the floor
They don’t necessarily tell you that bit - that knowing CPR helps you, as well as them. So learn it for you and them, until it’s second nature, and you don’t even hesitate before starting, so you will never have to wonder “what if”.
After that realisation I managed to change the narrative: I survived. And far from being a dumb teenager, I was an exceptionally savvy 17 year old.
So why am I saying all this? Because when it comes up in conversation, almost *every woman* I tell has a similar story.
One of the worst parts of depression is anhedonia, where the stuff that used to make you happy doesn’t make you happy anymore, right when you need it arguably the most. It’s hard to push through creative pursuits like that, but I painted Connie anyway and it helped 🐶 🌱
If you’re ducking out to the store (frequented by truck drivers and often exposure sites) during an expected outbreak but shaming others for going to the playground, might I dare suggest that you actually *aren’t* very experienced at lockdowns at all.
So I vacated a rental nearly two weeks ago, and they've done the condition report *after* someone has come through and ripped up the entire floorboards.
They want me to remedy scuffs on the walls etc... after a bunch of tradies have come through and literally ripped up the floor
I will get cancelled for this but I am on a plane and I just have to say if your child is old enough to successfully navigate an iPad they’re old enough to *use headphones* for the love of god.
Get your child some headphones. Please.
I’m muting notifications for this for the moment and I don’t really want messages unless you know me well (if we’ve DM’d before is probably a good indicator), but you can retweet it to spread the word. Learn your CPR.
Good morning Melbourne! It’s 5:30am, I am joyfully weeping over my overpriced airport coffee and fruit cup before starting a weirdly long and indirect journey home to WA. I have had 2 3/4 hours sleep. Everyone is excited to be here. Strangers keep saying hello.
Secondly, especially if you are not a woman, and not a cis male or male-presenting, I would really like you to know *how often this happens*. Almost every woman you know has *at least* one story. They may never tell it. Do not assume that means they don't have it.
And we worked on him, in between whacking on a defib, for 20 minutes until the ambos arrived and took over. We knew he’d gone but we also knew we’d done absolutely everything we could, as well as we could, to save him. We have no “what ifs”.
They were also the first one to tell me something that changed my life: I did everything right. That by staying polite, that by not giving him an excuse to get violent, that by keeping my cool, I had managed to walk away - not unharmed, but far less so that I could have been.
Hey everyone!! Here is some good news for your (otherwise awful) timeline!! I thought I was going to lose my dad last week, was absolutely shattered... but he has improved and returned home to us and I am grateful for every single second more I get to spend with my beautiful dad.
I’ve been in a creative ditch for a while so I painted a bin chicken from a Facebook shitposting group on my break, and I enjoyed it so much I’m making prints 😆
(the border is straight irl, the paper’s just warped)
Randomly DM'ing women "compliments" - like I tweeted about the other day - is an extension of this. It's a teeny tiny reminder that existing in public means at times being parsed as a sexual object, and calculating how to negotiate that in the safest way takes SO. MUCH. ENERGY.
The consent app being described today in NSW would have protected me in exactly none of the times I have been attacked/assaulted, and in at least one of them likely would have further contributed to denying me appropriate access to the justice system.
Sometimes it's Paris, sometimes it's Rockingham. Often it's a car, or some guy's house, or a hotel room.
Often it is far more horrific.
But almost every woman (and I have spoken to a lot) looks at me afterwards and says "something like that happened to me".
So I tell this story now, fairly often, for several reasons. First, if you have a story too, I hope you can one day come to (or have come to) a place where you can recognise that you survived it, and you did everything right. You are not to blame. You did great.
When we're approached in the street or someone starts talking to us on PT, we are silently assessing all the ways this could play, and how it could go wrong, and how we get out of it.
And every experience reminds us that to exist in public comes at a cost.
It changes us.
Whether it's having to take evasive action because we're maybe being followed, to the more horrific end of that spectrum - there's a sizeable chunk of the population for whom being in public means being alert, aware, in ways you likely cannot *begin* to think about
Personally I walk home alone at night whenever I can. I love it. I have my route plotted out to be as "safe" as possible. And I personally will not stop, because I deserve to be there as much as anyone else does - and in turn my presence makes it safer for others.
I’ve been in Melbourne 10 years today.
Came over in 2014, with big dreams of one day working in international news.
A year later I got an entry level gig rolling the autocue for a national world news program.
Last year I became the supervising producer of the program ✅
I just... really want people to be aware of that.
Intervene when it's safe to do so if you see it.
Listen.
Be aware of how your own behaviour in public may be parsed, without getting indignant about it because you're *obviously* not a creep.
How do strangers know that?
And my god, it is *tiring*.
It wears. You. Down.
Last time this happened to me was a few months ago when a guy sat across from me and started masturbating at me on a tram, while blocking my exit with his legs. I was late to work because I left the tram immediately.
And "triggering" doesn't have to involve intense 'Nam-style flashbacks. It could just be the utter inability to focus, not sleeping well, feeling cranky, withdrawing socially. But if you know someone who might be feeling this way, shoot them a message and say hi. 3/5
I was so ashamed. If I had really wanted to get away, I thought, I would have fought back harder. Never mind he was massive. Never mind I *had* fought back and it did little. I also felt like I had cheated on my boyfriend. I could not articulate any of these feelings at the time.
It was only ~3 years later when I properly told someone. I had spent that time thinking this was just a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer & that I had just not said no clearly enough. It was this person who identified it for what it clearly was: planned, intentional. An MO.
PS maybe also think before retweeting terrible takes even if it's to excoriate said takes. This applies doubly so to the Gaynor tweet. Calling it out for how repulsive it is still means we gotta read the tweet and no one benefits from that. 5/5
(Side note: several years later when I did a hostile environments course, I was in a simulated kidnapping. And my simulated kidnappers exhibited some very similar behaviours. It was quite uncanny.)
You may not know it bc it's not something people talk about & they might especially not want to talk about it now. But hearing such troubling responses about experiences similar to yours is really, really hard. Hearing it for days on end is brutal. 2/5
And it's not just women and femme-presenting people. I cannot speak to experiences of race, for example, because I have the privilege of walking through the world as a white-presenting person. Likewise for being cisgender.
Just make the world easier for people - not harder.
He’d been found by another walker, so close to the hotel, just minutes after he must have collapsed. The second we turned the corner and saw him, we knew what had happened, and mum and I started CPR immediately. We didn’t flinch.
Mates, your advice: do I buy a clothes dryer? CHOICE tells me sunlight is free but they do not live in Melbourne. I can get a nice refurbished heat pump dryer for about $800, which is pricey, but they're *super* energy efficient. Am I being extra or do I want this in my life?
God it’d be nice to just tweet about how we’re feeling living in Melbourne without immediately being @‘ed or RTd by someone making it insanely political. You’re allowed to feel rubbish without deciding or declaring whose fault it is.
I searched “christchurch” on twitter for updates of situation. What came up in “top tweets” was the live video THREE TIMES IN A ROW. It autoplayed every time.
This is not a question of censorship, this is a question of consent. Something is wrong with the way we share content.
Nothing I'm saying here is new, of course, but the number of conversations I've had in the past few days has put it top of mind again.
I'm limiting replies to people who follow me for my own wellbeing but if you want to talk, my DMs are open 💕(MRAs, sealions need not apply)
Day. Made.
Absolutely elated. The operation here is amazing. The staff are awesome. The process was as smooth as possible. Get your vax if you’re eligible!
How is it more straightforward for me to go back to my already overloaded GP to request another referral than it is for a hospital to just… keep a referral open and ask the GP for more information?
Oh also! This does also happen to men, and I do really think it's really important to include male survivors in the conversation and I admit I still do struggle with how to do that while also acknowledging women's pervasive experience. Discussion, tips in good faith are welcome.
We’d just come back from a walk to the beach. I turned around first, then mum & dad split a few minutes before getting home because mum wanted to check out a trail. A few minutes after she got back, we were on the balcony and heard someone yelling for help.
To anyone refusing a roni test: wait til I tell you what people with a cervix do every couple of years to prevent cancer. It’s not pleasant, but it saves lives. Unless you’ve got some kind of mitigating condition or crippling phobia, GET. THE. TEST. It’s really nbd.
Popped a cork and toasted Dad. Funeral went perfectly. Here’s to an amazing man and an incredible dad. A hoopy frood who really knew where his towel was.
Give them an outlet to vent a little if they want it. Let them distract themselves with something nice. Let them just say it's been a rough week. Because I assure you, it has been a *really rough week* for a lot of people. 4/5
“Did we mention you need to insert it into ticket gates every time you use it? Again, don’t damage it because we can’t possibly replace this thin piece of paper”
After I refused, he bundled me in by force - I remember my hands gripping the outside of the door, stopping it from closing, and I made such a racket in French and English that he relented and we stayed on street level. The place was packed but not a single person helped me.
I see a lot of "this is only until we reach 80 percent vaccination." What if that took 5 years? What if, due to the resistant, you never reached it? Might "everyone has an opportunity to be vaccinated" be a better standard?
I stayed there for the rest of the day. I immediately unfriended him. Not a minute later, he sent another friend request. My sister arrived back after a few hours. My parents arrived back. I didn't tell any of them anything.
And another little addition - I want to make it clear that the takeaway from this is not "you should be afraid of strangers".
Women have a right to exist in public as much as anyone else, and far too often that right feels too much at the discretion of others (mainly men).
Also thank you so much to all the wonderful people who have messaged and absolute love and solidarity to the ones also going through stuff. I'm in a good place, mentally. If you're not, don't hold it in, talk to someone, be kind to yourself, you deserve it.
So I was walking down the street in Hong Kong and was approached by a guy - built like the proverbial brick shithouse - who asked if I spoke French and needed directions. I did speak French, and I knew the area ok. I replied politely.
And one last thing while I have your attention - I know Trigger Warnings are used with empathy and care but they're not a free pass for whatever upsetting stuff you're about to write or share. Please still think about what you're writing or sharing & how to present it, thanks xx
After I showed him where to go on a map, it became clear he wasn't going to leave. He asked the usual small talk questions. I knew enough to not say where I was staying but also, I was in public surrounded by people. I felt relatively safe.
It was about 5 minutes before he first assaulted me. I was a scrawny teenager, this guy was easily 6 ft. I tried to resist, but I didn't even know how to hit someone. It was framed as romantic - he was telling me I was beautiful, he couldn't help it, etc.
I walked, resisting the urge to run, to the nearest metro station, and for the next 30 minutes caught a series of trains going in different directions, darting across platforms, one train to the next, until I was sure no one could have followed me, before returning to my hotel.
I tried to lose him but it was very clear there was no chance of that. He suggested we go get something to eat. It was about 9am. I said I had lunch with my mum at 12 - a lie, but I knew instinctively this gave me an out. Eventually.
The next few hours consisted of being walked around the backstreets of Tsim Sha Tsui. The scariest part was when he suggested getting lunch in Chungking Mansions, and took me to an elevator. He had told me he was staying in Chungking so I knew I could not get in that elevator.
Later he took me to an internet cafe and made me accept his friend request on Facebook (this was 2009). He'd assaulted me several times by this point. It was close to 12 and I said I had to leave. He told me to meet him back there later - like 2:30 or something. I said of course.
I’ve been knitting for 6 years and for the first time in my life I’m wearing a jumper I knitted myself. All my others have been duds or gifts. It’s so goddam comfy.
Please, someone with experience with VCAT, tell me they do not have a chance of enforcing this if it goes to tribunal. They've offered for me to remedy in a week... after the floor is finished. The absolute gall to expect renters to clean up after renovations.
D'you reckon people in the blitz were like "this sucks" and then some reply guy from the other end of the bomb shelter would pipe up & be like "um actually at least we're not all dying of spanish flu and mustard gas like the *greatest* generation so stop complaining"
Already seeing a lot of 2011 footage being passed off as Ishikawa footage from today’s quake. Twitter is just more and more unreliable. Don’t retweet unless you trust the source.
Finished my most recent jumper last week - merino/alpaca held together with a 2-ply silk/mohair. Officially the softest thing I own. Never wearing anything else. PetiteKnit’s No Frills sweater pattern - the 3rd I’ve made. Love it so much.