It’s been a tough couple of months for me. I am in a new role in the workplace. I am the chairperson of our local union. This position requires different hours and more of them. I carry my cell phone with me everywhere so I can make decisions, answer questions for the members, or respond to an emergency. It requires some late nights and some long days. Right now our executive team is in collective bargaining with the employer. I also oversee the grievances, which we seem to have so many.
I love the challenge. I have a hard time with the termination meetings. Despite not liking to do terminations, I am told that I have a calming and reassuring manner. I would have never seen that one! I am becoming more educated every day, which is something that I never had a chance to do while I was growing up. Most recently, I am a certified Health and Safety instructor. I will be taking more labour law courses. That’s not a spelling error! In Canada we spell it Labour.
This is a blog, not a resume. I just want folks to see where I am coming from. Statistically, I should have died before adulthood. Here I am in my 40′s working as a political and labour activist.
I come from a family where finishing highschool was an achievement. I had ADHD as a child and it still has an impact on my concentration. I am easily distracted unless I am continuously stimulated. The thing I do have is passion. I will fight for you to the best of my abilities and my work ethic is impressive.
I overcame a childhood with little parenting. Honestly, my parents had no idea what raising a hyper active kid would entail. My mom was raped and became pregnant before 16. She lost that baby but had already married my dad, so she had me at 17. At least this is the story I have been able to piece together.
Both my parents were too young and ill equipped to parent. They loved me the best they could. Dad taught me to work for what I want. Talk about disadvantaged? My dad was one of 10 kids that survived to adulthood. He was a French Canadian kid in a province where French generally is the lower class. He suffered from horrible ear infections that have left him mostly deaf. Nobody understood he couldn’t hear so they beat him and called him a retard.
Despite all these issues, they raised us. They were able to instil a deep moral compass. I am totally motivated by trying to do what is right. I am not religious, but that does not make me a bad person. My brother and I overcame the disadvantages and are both hard working, productive members of society. We are not that close, but I respect his work ethic. He makes more money than I do, but works for it.
When I discuss abuse in these entries, I want to make it clear that I was never abused by my parents. Not directly. Their only fault was not understanding me. They tried that “tough love” bullshit that was so popular in the eighties and nineties. When they locked me out for curfew violations, I was too stubborn to crawl back. My attitude was to tell them to “fuck off” and go do my own thing. I did my own thing for many years with mixed results. That’s what led to the abuse.
So that’s enough for today. Despite your background, or life disadvantages, you can overcome all of them and become almost anything you want. You just need to work harder then the “normal people”.