kōrero tairitenga and Raranga

 

deaf Māori

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Reading in the newspaper last night and it was a pleasant surprise to hear from an interpreter who works with Māori deaf people.
Well, I might say that I will have to type this blog out of my laptop until something will be found to replace my iMac desktop. It is not easy for me while I am having nerve pain due to nerve root damage in the cervical spine.

Stephanie, Patrick and I go way back to late 1970’s in Hamilton. Patrick and I went to the same schools – Melville Intermediate and High School in Hamilton. I was at Melville High for two years, and I moved to Hillcrest High School until I got the first job as a BNZ Bank Officer in 1981.
I recalled with Patrick who has had no connection with his whakapapa and Māori culture during our school times. Of course, we did not learn any te reo Māori at school except my mother who studied te reo Māori through the University of Waikato. I recalled my mother travelled with a group of students to East Coast and around Bay of Plenty and she learnt to understand the culture and te reo Māori for her papers. I often wonder and why Patrick did not learn to do te reo Māori or know where he came from through his family. I met Stephanie when she became an interpreter along with Sam Manuatu – an interpreter from Auckland in 1982. Of course, there was another interpreter I remember Scott Williams, and he travelled down from Auckland via Te Kauwhata.
Yes, Stephanie encourages Patrick to relearn his culture and whakapapa from time to time.
Patrick and I drifted away, and we went separate paths of our life such as I travelled around the world and I took up my BA degree at the University of Waikato, he moved to Auckland and started doing te reo Māori and established the first Māori deaf hui and group.

Patrick learnt that I took up paper in linguistic along with History and Anthropology. He contacted me several times, but we did not entirely keep in touch because of his committed to working with Māori deaf people. Stephanie came to interpreting for me at the University of Waikato, and we often talked about Patrick and his works. Patrick’s life was taken away suddenly due to cancer in 2014. It made the impact on many Māori deaf people, the community, schools for the Deaf, friends and family, especially many interpreters to lose Patrick BUT they never forget him and his work.
Kua hinga te totara i te wao nui a Tane

As a linguist – yes it is essential for all Māori deaf people to learn about their whakapapa and te reo Māori today and the urgent needs of more interpreters to sign te reo Māori in the marae, tangi, hui, even in the Government where the speakers/MPs speaks Māori and many other places.
Ko taku reo taku ohooho, ko taku reo taku mapihi mauria

Note – There was no Deaf Aotearoa (Deaf Association of New Zealand) in Hamilton around early 1980s – I recalled it was around in 1982 or 1983. The first office of Deaf Aotearoa (formally Deaf Association of New Zealand) was in 1980 which officially opened in Auckland. The Deaf people established to run the service in 1977 in Auckland.

 

 

 

The art of works and skills by the persons left behind in Eureka

 

We bought our property as first joint account holders over three years ago. I was familiar with the mortgage for a long time, and I used to have two leases before I met my partner. Now we don’t have a huge mortgage to pay off… The last two mortgages, under my name, wrote off since I sold my second home.

We were lucky to have an extra old house which was not fit to live in and a large old farm barn here. I began to do some research on the property we bought. I am not writing about Deaf people due to hold off on further notice. I remember my childhood in the old days, and I visited several cousins and great grand uncles and aunties in the farms around Waikato, Ohakune and Bay of Plenty. Two of my great grand uncles told me heaps, of stories about farming life, butchery and labourers even gardening too. Great uncle Tom as we called him, came from our Mama’s side family of the Watkinson and the Yates. Great uncle Tom passed away several months ago and his wife Claire passed away last month. They were never separate when they were travelling or meeting families. The second great grand uncle was Fred, and his wife was Joy. Uncle Tom was a Hinton family while Uncle Fred was a Yates family. Fred’s wife Joy was a cousin to Uncle Tom.

Why am I typing this blog?

The old house, the current home we are living and the old farm barn is a site on the Hinton Road. I looked at the old house, and it built pre the 1930s at the time we were looking for a property to buy. It makes me wonder, and I felt something draw me to purchase our property.

We decided to pull down the old house because it was not fit to live in and no power even there was meter boxes there. Every time we were stripping back to skeleton frames of the structure house. We saw much fantastic work of skills by the farm guys, for example, they installed hay with cow manure for insulation around the interior walls, rimu woods, black wattle woods, Mahanoy woods. The house was two bedrooms, a kitchen, a separate bathroom and a toilet room, a dining room and finally a small porch. The ceiling structure was terrific, and the ceilings were high raised like a chapel shape roof. But it was two layers due to strength the roof and some additional structure heights for tall farm hand men. We looked at the way of men putting structures up into walls and floors and frame the beams up in the ceilings.

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This house was used for a young couple – one of my cousins through Uncle Tom’s uncle, Arthur Guy or Ross. Then a son of either Arthur or Ross, built a second home after 1945, where we are, living now. It is a three bedrooms cottage and a large sunroom and a double carport.

This old home was no longer for a young couple, and it was for young farm hand men while the couple moved into a new house which was on the same site where we are living now. This old home was no longer for a young couple, and it was for young farm hand men while the couple moved into a new house which was on the same site where we are living now.

The large farm barn gave us delighted and joy what the previous owners left for us. We told about the pieces of stuff they were no longer to take with them to Hamilton. I found more good woods to make items of furniture such as the table, chopping boards, shelves or wooden box. There were many old parts such as washing taps, hose for laying down in the ground, water tube for gardening, tools, gutters, roof sheets, ladders and many more. We were lucky to have our skills from our ancestors that taught us to use the skills for our needs.

We stripped the old woods from the old house and stored in the barn for fire woods over winter sessions. We have not brought any firewoods from any suppliers because a trailer of gum woods cost around $350.00 to $500.00. Another year will come, and we will start planning where to find more firewoods around 2019 or 2020. On the section, I saw black wattle trees which are suitable for kindlings, but I will have to be careful because they proliferate into large trees.

Inside the barn, the structures were an excellent condition to built longer except the walls showed sign of rusts due to facing north. There was no floor, just dirt and on one corner there is another power connection as well. The barn was enormous and well airing when the large door opened. The barn built around the 1950s according to Tom, and he asked me what I am going to do with the barn and the old house for the last three years. My reply was the old house coming down and make way for greenhouse or a small native garden. The barn will stay and to restore into something else like two separate rooms – one is a large workshop for my partner to do carpentry while I will have a studio.

Tom said there was a fire around Eureka in January 1935. Fire in Eureka

Fred and Joy, I called them Uncle Fred and aunty Joy for many years when my late grandma – Biddy (Mama) took me around to visit them during the school holidays. We visited Flossie Yates who she was a deaf lady, and she related to Fred. Another story about Flossie – she went down to Van Asch School, Christchurch, from the 1920s. Flossie do not sign because she lip read well.
Joy always talked about her Hinton family and the past where she grew up in Ngaruawahia and visited cousins in Eureka.

The men and farm hand workers built the houses, barns, stations, stud homes and they grew blueberries orchards, even become butchers, farmers, labourers and Horse show riders.

Surely I settled down where our place is called home at last, and it is away from the city of Hamilton.

 

Note: I was working from my laptop, not the iMac desktop due to cooling fan failed.

A Time to Look back

At the time of the year – drawing to the end of 2017 and I have been reflecting the past years.
I gained a new job in February 2017 since I left Crosslight Trust last December 2016. The new workplace is called Methodist city Action – Hamilton Methodist Social Service and we based in the city of Hamilton. My job role is the same as the previous job and I added my new job roles which are a deaf Advocator for the people/children with disabilities and a deaf Historian/researcher.

My hours of work was 7.5 hours a week until last month, the director of MCA bought me an excellent new, and I am working 15 hours a week. I can work from home and the office in the city.
There have been increasing workloads such as home visiting, doing researching for the clients’ request such as getting a new mobility car/electric-manual shift wheelchair, assisting the client’s garden and many other issues.
Our office is right in the city of Hamilton, and it is handy for anyone to visit me by catching a bus and get off near our office. Of course, there are many cafes close to our office. I did not have to worry about car parking.

From home – I did a lot of video conferencing to some Deaf people which allows me to fit in my own time to work from home. I did a lot of writing blogs and researching on Deaf History which I am currently catching up on one important person – Dorcas Mitchell who was the first hearing teacher of the Deaf children in New Zealand from 1868. Many other researchers have done their researches on Dorcas which I read their materials. The problem was the time frame of Dorcas, and it does not add up correctly, for example, she left New Zealand to Australia and came back to New Zealand. Where does Dorcas lives, taught in which school of the Deaf children, has she married to someone, when and where did she die? I have been gathering pieces of information until my iMac Desktop – the cooling fan shut down due to wear and tear.

Mm, It is time for me to get a new iMac desktop but I do not have a full expense to buy one now. The only options were to get Now Finance or through my bank for a loan. I changed my mind and set up a website – Give a Little so someone can donate to my Deaf History projects and to continue to work from home.

Givealittle – getting a new iMac for my Deaf History project

On my health issue – finally, I got the appointment to visit the MRI on my cervical spine where there is a nerve root damaged. The timing of the appointment is next week, and it is close to Christmas. I have been waiting for these kinds of appointments at the Waikato Hospital for a year. In the first three months from November 2016, the staff sent out the appointment to my previous address, and they do not contact me by texting either. I spoke to my GP, and from there, we found out the problem. Then I waited for another four months to see the specialist and finally saw the specialist. He referred me to have an urgent MRI which the appointment is next week. The next appointment as a follow up is in January 2018, and the specialist hopes to receive the MRI shortly. Some days I am okay to work around the home, to visit and do shopping and work at the office but on other days I found myself very tiring and aching with nasty nerve shooting around the right side of my body. This result forced me to stop doing any activities such as gardening, cooking and preparing, walking the dogs, house cleaning and so on. I do not know the result will bring me a good new or a bad new in January 2018.

In Eureka – we did receive any rain for the last two weeks, and our lawns are showing sign of drought. We can not water the garden due to restricting water in the rural area. Our vegetable gardens are doing well, and I have to be careful by watering every third day instead of second day.

We have plans to do over the holiday leave but first of all the priority is my health. I will have to take easy with the catching up jobs to do around homes such as weeding the garden, painting interior house and DIY.

I hope the year 2018 will bring everyone good news than bad news. Everywhere we see on televisions and social media, its brings violent, sad and terror news and very little good news.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Santa Claus is coming to town!!!

Santa Claus is coming to town – Irish Sign Language

 

Roll over into the second blog from the previous – Near to Christmas and New Season…..

Today I went in the city of Hamilton, and I saw many people who were busy shopping on presents such as Black Friday, foods for making Christmas cakes, puddings, even they bought many secret gifts for their children. I was amazed how much does the present cost for their one child – $145.00. Mm yep, it is time for the early Christmas shopping now.

Well, we don’t celebrate our Christmas now because we are getting older and settling down with our dogs, to have the relaxing time. We will visit my mother and two brothers down in Raglan in the next day, and we allowed my mum to rest a bit more. Other families of mine – I have no ideas on their plannings, and they don’t keep in touch with us until the last minutes… We have got our plans around the home and catching up the projects in between my two appointments – Pinched nerve damaged from the right side of my neck down to the hand. It is an annoying, painful and very tiring.

This morning I went into Pak n Save with a Deaf Somalian lady, and I encountered one of the homeless and financial problem people from work. The person was so grateful to have some foods from our gardens last week. This person was not qualified for an extended food parcel from WINZ. It was good to know that the person received the food parcel in good faith from us and we are beginning careful who we can give out or not.

At the Settlement Centre, I was greeted by many students, and they said they missed me yesterday. They told me they helped a Deaf Somalian Lady in the class yesterday. These students are Muslims except a small group of students came from Columbia. I was pondering on giving gifts in goodwill and appreciate of thankfulness throughout this year. We shared our laughter, experience of learning bad English or good English, our Deaf Culture and sign language; They found our Deaf culture is similar to these refugee students’ culture – not enough money to pay bills, where to contact, what was the weather like in Hamilton and the list continue to grow. We built our friendships and trust throughout this year. But I can’t do this according to the teacher of ESOL, and instead of giving gifts of goodwill, appreciation, we will have a shared lunch. I accepted the teacher’s decision, but deep down, I know that these students would love to see me again in 2018. I will be making two homemade cookings primarily for two groups – Muslim Afghanistan and Columbian because the foods are almost the same.
The ingredients are from our garden which is good, and some other components like spices, Rosewater, Safrron, were in the pantry here.

Looking at the rest of the countries – Muslim people do not celebrate Christmas and here is the list of nations:
– The Maldives
-Turkey
– Russia
– Thailand
– Morocco
– Vietnam
– Somalia
– Laos
– Cambodia
– Kuwait
– Uzbekistan
– Iraq
– China
– Congo
– Algeria
– Yemen
– Kazakhstan
– The United Arab Emirates
– Libya
– Iran
– Azerbaijan
– Comoros-
– Oman, Mongolia
– Turkmenistan
– Bhutan
– Nepal,
– North Korea
– Qatar
– Saudi Arabia
– Mauritania-
-Tajikistan
– Bahrain
– Israel
– Tunisia and Afghanistan.

Near to Christmas and New Year season

Christmas and New Year times are just around the corner!

I have been looking at my work diary this morning – 20th November 2017 is here already.   I have many jobs to do before I am due to have a long holiday break as a Deaf community support worker for the Deaf, Hearing Impaired and DeafBlind, an Advocator for the People with disabilities including refugee people with Disabilities.As well – an ESOL assistant/communicator for the Deaf Somalian lady.  Last weekend I took a man who has CP, speech impaired and deaf to Westfield Chartwell in Hamilton and we did his banking, paid the bills and have lunch. During the break, I was looking around us, so many people and children rushing around and buying presents, going to the movies and catching up with their family and friends. I caught something from a few people who were moaning and get annoyed with the children begging on the present they like. The adults told the children that they do not have any money to buy presents and foods. How do I know what they were saying? I am deaf and use lip reading because there were too many noises in the large shopping mall.

The children do not understand or realised about poverty surrounding their lives, but perhaps they noticed and failed to understand what is poverty means to them. The adults can be too embarrasses to tell them or to feel ashamed to show them.
The cost of living and the food prices are crazy in New Zealand and our wage incomes were not meet the expenses of house, power bills or food bills.

Here is the article I read this morning and it was from Waikato Times… It is a worth reading this article and takes a good look at your family even yourself.

Lives of Poverty

My role to work under Social Services and to ensure that everyone is happy, free from trouble, to keep them in safe from danger, any types of equipment such as the wheelchair, mobility scooter for people with disabilities. I check with many people who come to see me or arrange a home visit for their urgent need of the home, food such as food parcels, advise for their needs, where to contact GPs over the holiday season and the list go on. Someone was telling me that I should become a deaf counsellor because they listen/watch me when I give any advise or suggest to their needs. mm, now that is interesting and do I have time to studying?

more to come…..

The Life of the Poverty, homeless, unemployment and the list so on….

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Toward the end of 2017. Many people are struggling to find a home for their family, to find work and to earn income for their family and foods to feed their family, trying to stay away from drugs and booze and the list go further. .Is there any hope for them or not? We don’t know yet because there is no ‘magic ball’ to look at the future.

A long list of experiences where I work with many people and children such as disabled person to a family of a disabled member,  convicted homeless people, gangs, refugee family even disabled refugee persons. Over thirty years, my role as a deaf community worker, a teacher aide/tutor, a Healthcare assistant, an Advocator for all people with disabilities and Deaf including refugee disabled people, I saw their lives with my own eyes and learnt from them.

Looking at our second ‘run down’ house on our property. There were so many lives there, and it tells us stories when we stripped one wall by one wall each day. We found much interesting stuff behind the walls and under the floors. Our second home built before the second war, and it habited for young farm hand men. I learnt about this home because it came from one of my ancestor’s family through my late father’s side family. Looking at Norman Kirk who he was related to my late grandfather’s mother side’s family. One of the comment, he made, was pledged to overcome poverty.

Here is another interesting article…. Mum of three children – poverty

Currently, I am working with one Social Service organisation, and there were so many homeless people, addiction people, financially broke/struggled to live on financial people, mental illness persons and people with disabilities coming and going from our organisation. It does not surprise me at all because I have been down the road before and a lot of people keep telling me about this if they assumed that I don’t know. The truth is yes I know, and I do not need an empathy or feeling pity for this kind of people who struggle for better lives. Sometimes I have been told that there is a lot of melting pot of cultures in one place… I travelled widely around the world and learnt a lot from them since 1981.

mmm so what! Is the question does anyone allow to give something or assist them as equal to other people or not? In Quran, there is an article on the concept of thankfulness in Islam. You need to learn to understand first and respect them who are Mulsim than to ignore them. Never take anything off such as foods off their hands, and this means you insulted them and they won’t take foods back. I have seen someone did this and a few women were not very happy with it. Never oppressed them or empower them in the class, In Spain or South America, it is a custom to give a gift giving from any new family or an officer in dealing with business.

In my earliest days, we have a family-friends for some years, and the father of this family worked and supported many ex-gangs and their families after the prison stays and finding jobs, budgeting courses and other courses. This man worked with two Maori ministers who we remember them very well for a very long time. I listened to their stories for many years and learnt from them. They kept in touch with me, and only one person is retired now.

We grew up with a solo mother with four young children, and our grandparents and great-grandparents gave us lessons such as in money-saving or to grow seeds from fruits and vegetables. To use recycled materials into something useful, cut out many buttons and used for recycling such as cushion button, making a Christmas tree filled in button decorations, learnt to knit and crochet children’s clothes and how to save waste foods into chutney, jams, compost for the garden. I use a lot of cookings from our gardens, and we grow a lot of vegetables and fruits for the people who are in need of food parcels, family when I visited and assisted them in their needs, many organisations who run food banks and for us.

Every Friday, I went to work and to find a few homeless men and women sitting under the tree in the car park. It was their peaceful place and a ‘waiting spot’ for them and when they are ready to walk into our work for their showers, lunch meals, food parcels and courses such as budgeting courses. We do have a Men and Women Shelter home, but it is a limited number of people who can come and stay a couple of nights or one night.

I recalled visiting a couple of homes where a couple can not afford to pay the power bill, and it was so freezing. They were living on benefits – under $500.00 a fortnight and the rent, food prices, phone and power bills were high than the benefit. They were to humiliate to ask for help publicly. We sat down together and talked about the problems. Finally, they admitted to me, and we visited WINZ, GP’s, power company and the landlord. Everything was sorted out by setting up a budget guide list. They set up automatic payments, to grow vegetables in the backyard where the landlord accepted that they could grow anything for foods and some extra assistance costs from WINZ which they have not thought about it due to staff’s failure on advise or suggestion if they need help or not.

The refugee people I came across in the past years (over 20 years), they went through the same situations as everyone else. Same stories for me! But their culture and beliefs are different from us; I learnt a lot from many Muslim people, Chinese people, Pakistani people, Spanish people even Laos people. One family – a Laos family, invited me in return of ‘thank you for assisting, supporting and teaching’ a young Deaf teenager son to their oldest son’s wedding. I was invited to their wedding because this Deaf teenager was no longer at High School. The Pakistanis family who also have an adult Deaf son and they took me as a ‘daughter/friend’ in their family for three years. They were Muslim too. We respected each other a lot and often they gave me some foods to eat and gave me some materials to passed on to another Deaf student. They taught me about their Muslim culture, Koran and beliefs. My gift was to helped their Deaf son to gain a better education and skill in carpentry in Hamilton. We still keep in touch as they were back in Pakistan nearly seven years ago. Today I am supporting and assisting one Muslim Somalian Deaf lady for her needs, and she was pleased to have someone who understands her culture and to communicate in sign language. She is one of these people who struggle with financial needs, foods, personal needs such as clothes and language barrier BUT she is lucky to have a good home with flashing lights for her safety needs and great neighbours to keep an eye on her. Often she gives me something in return in about three months or a year later. That is fine for me.

One Deaf family who have two children and they are struggling daily needs, BUT they learnt something from me six years ago. My skill was to teach them to grow vegetables in the backyard, taught to the Deaf man for his literacy in prison and gave him a job which was successful. He looked for work for a year after his prison stay. I provided them counselling where I refer to one minister who has sign language, a qualified counsellor, worked in prison as a prison chaplain and a teacher back in Africa via England which I met this minister nearly ten years ago. Yes, this family of two children, gave me something back in the way of saying thank you and I told them that they don’t need to give me back last year. They insisted this and keep in touch from time to time when they are in trouble or struggle or just to have a ‘good yarn’ of chat over coffee. My skill in teaching lessons to them had been passed on to their friends where their friends are living in poverty and financial struggle.

Where ever I go anywhere! I give them something like an appreciation, thankfulness or a small token of gifts for the family as equal to everyone. I do not need anything in return from them, JUST a word to say Thank you for helping me, supporting me, encouraging me or a note to say from them if they have no money or gift to return.

 

Eureka – Where is Eureka?

A home, we are living in the rural country outside the city of Hamilton… In the past, I grew up in the city, and my childhood experience was in the country where I spent my school holidays with my grandparents, uncles and aunties at the farms and the beach. Oh, what a memory of my childhood for many years! Being as a deaf person, it does not bother me, and my family members taught me an example of life at the farms and the beach. For example going to duck shooting, killing possums, growing vegetables, swimming at the beach, catching fish and the list so on. I am grateful that I have got the skills from my family members.My partner – James, and I made the decision to move out to the rural country away from the city nearly three years ago. The city of Hamilton is growing than before due to increasing new technologies, and people migrated from Auckland, Wellington to live in Hamilton and no privacy to live. The Hamilton is the fourth most populous city in New Zealand and the Ruakura Research Centre is an agricultural service centre. Our agricultural service centre is the third fastest growing urban behind Pukekohe and Auckland and it is a growing and diverse economy for Waikato.We looked many houses with a good sized section with fenced in for our dogs to run freely and my work travelling to/from Hamilton around Waikato. We travelled to Whatawhata, Tahuna, Te Pahu, Waitetuna, outside Raglan area, Te Kowhai and Eureka. We found three homes that we loved and placed an offer on these three homes. Only one offer was accepted and it was our new home in Eureka now.Where is Eureka? The Eureka-based outside the city of Hamilton and it is 18km north-west of Hamilton. The name – Eureka and where that name came from during in the old days. In the early days, there were many battles around the North Island and in Waikato, and William Steele and his group were looking for a headquarters. William Steele reached the hilltop and he shouted out ‘Eureka’ where he believed to found a good place for a headquarters. Another story about the name – Eureka, came from a group of women’s names. The women’s first or last letters of their name were made up into a name called Eureka. Our home is not far from the hilltop where William Steele found a place for the headquarters and we are surrounding many farms, orchards and one poultry business. For me, it is a home where I feel connected to my ancestors who lived here, the quality of life, relaxing and calming away from the busiest city and freedom. One of my ancestors – my great grand uncle from my grandmother’s side family, married a woman who was born and raised in Eureka for a short time before moving to Ngaruawahia. Her name was, Joy and her families were one of the earliest settlements in Eureka. Today cousins are living close to us, and they are well known for horse shows/breedings and dairy farming for many years.Our home used to belong to one of my cousins in the early 1990s. The previous owners were not related to me, and they bought it from one of my cousins. Our home made up with a large section, another ‘run down’ house, a large barn, a double garage and a double carport. We have got many fruit trees and all sorts of trees like Olive, wattles, Totara, Australian Bottlebrushes, oak. The gardens were fabulous, but some part of the gardens filled with weeds – oops.We did not have any particular equipment to help me around at home, and our dogs are our ‘hearing dogs’ for my deafness and safety when I am alone. What kinds of specialised equipment to help many Deaf people? A flashing light for fire alarm, door bell, phone and fax ringing.The sounds in our home were tractors, cows making noise, birds chirping, traffic noises including sirens, cars passing by, dogs barking or people walking down the road. I can hear these sounds when I wear my hearing aids during the day into evening BUT not at night while we were in bed. These sounds do not bother me even my partner for a long time… We are used to these sounds. Every season passed, I looked out in the windows, or I am in the garden, and I tried to hear the familiar sounds such as wind blowing through leaves, leaves make rustling on the grounds, water trickling down the entrapment stream next to the barn or people walking on the gravel stones. During the rainy season, the rain danced on the roof, and the sound likes drunken teenagers stomping down on the tin roof. But for me, I slept through all night during the rainy season, just like a baby sleeping through all night.Our home and gardens are our retreats where we enjoy our moments of lives away from the city. I spend many hours in the gardens while James is pulling down ‘run down’ home and our dogs run freely under my watchful eyes and James’s ears.Note: Real name is not listed and my story is from Inkitt. It can be found here.https://www.inkitt.com/edit/112126?ref=v_b9d8695a-54b6-4baa-8c17-9c5913c5b474

Source: Eureka – Where is Eureka?

Thinking about the Butterfly

This morning I took a look at the Butterfly – Monarch butterfly sun basking onto the bottlebrush tree in our garden.This butterfly reminded me when I am working with many people/children with disabilities who have struggled or finding hope for their needs. But not just people/children with disabilities, individuals who suffered depression, homeless or mental illness in Waikato.Living in a cocoon for a long time until you find a way to escape and fly away into the sky.Freedom or not? Are you afraid to ask for help or don’t know where to find someone in Waikato?There are approximately 42,000 people with children who are homeless around New Zealand.In 2014 in the city of Hamiton, there were about 80 individuals who were sleeping rough in the central city and one non-profit organisation – The Peoples’ Project placed 78 out of 80 people off the street into homes. The last report in 2016, there were 800 individuals and families into reasonable homes by the People’s Project group.Let say there are 925 disabled people, who are in labour force for adults from 15 years to 65+ in New ZealandTotal employed (disabled people) in New Zealand is 416. These figures came from 2013 Disability Survey: Social and economic outcomes tables. The number of people with disabilities including children is 1,062,000 in 2013. The sensory impairment estimated 484,000 people were limited in their everyday activities such as wearing hearing aids. (Note: Census in 2013)We have a group called Coalition of Deaf Mental Health Professionals. There is about 10% of Deaf people uses the services such as mental health or addiction service but leaving 1% of Deaf people with their first language – New Zealand Sign Language around New Zealand. Many of the services do not know about D/deaf people and their sign language due to lack of information and resources in New Zealand.I have a small number of disabled people visited me from the past to present at work. I listened (lipreading) them and gave the advice to go to the right place where there is an excellent, reasonable service that will help them. My strong advice to book an interpreter and have a support person. I did a lot of referrals for these individuals.I noticed many homeless people do not want to be involved with any organisation because of their troubles and reject by the organisation. I find another way of rejoining them to a different society, and it often works out well.At the end of my work, I received a lot of feedbacks from them and it was nice to know or hear that these people who I helped, are doing well and teaching the same way I taught them. I am a privilege to learn their stories from them. BUT there is still more works with D/deaf people and other people with disabilities to be done around the societies in New Zealand.http://www.stats.govt.nz/browse_for_stats/health/disabilities/DisabilitySurvey_HOTP2013/Commentary.aspxhttp://www.stats.govt.nz/browse_for_stats/health/disabilities/disability-housing-2013.aspxhttps://cdmhp.org.nz/about-us/summary/https://www.thepeoplesproject.org.nz/homelessnesshttp://nzccss.org.nz/work/poverty/the-real-housing-affordability-issues/homelessness-the-invisible-housing-problem/http://researchcommons.waikato.ac.nz/handle/10289/3950

Source: Thinking about the Butterfly

A pleasure surprise from work!

A lovely birthday cake for me as my birthday is coming up…. April 9th.Many people celebrate birthdays in many different ways of lives. This birthday cake made by one of the staff who runs the cookery programme for low-income people, people with learning disabilities and to serve homeless/women and men’s shelter home in Hamilton. It was a Friday mid-day 7th April where I was working at the office – Hamilton Methodist City Action/Hamilton Social Services. My work role is a deaf community support worker for people with disabilities and Deaf people including Hearing Impaired and Deafblind.

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What a crap way to start with?

– A sore throat at the start of the end of Term One – School holiday in New Zealand.- A second Cyclone is arriving today, and it called Cyclone Cook. The previous Cyclone Debbie came here from Australia last week.- One NZSL class at the library cancelled by myself to the staff because of the people with learning disabilities and their safety by coming to the Central Library at the Hamilton City. It is safer than sorry. – The second job for assisting and supporting an ESOL Deaf lady at the Settlement Resources Centre, I told this Deaf lady to stay at home for her safety and to avoid my throat virus. Tomorrow it is the start of a long weekend – Easter weekend, and I don’t celebrate chocolate Easter eggs. I am a Christian person and believe in faith since my father’s death when I was six years old. I can be a sceptic on anything that falls my path. What I enjoy is to eat hot cross buns, time together with my hearing partner and dogs and to have a long relaxing weekend! So far, with the warning of the Cyclone Cook on the media for many d/Deaf people and Hearing Impaired people by having to broadcast on tv, facebook, twitters and to provide an interpreter during the breaking news. It appeared to be working, BUT I don’t know until after the storm pass. In the past, Media companies and the Government failed to provide interpreters on the news, Facebook, Civil Defence websites. We, the group called Deaf Action wrote out a petition along with many signatures to the Government and media companies. They declined and the lack of awareness for all people with disabilities in the urban and in the rural like me. Sigh, it is a long way to go.

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