Live twitterfeed fra Unge Funksjonshemedes Generalforsamling 2012

Unge Funksjonshemmede er et samarbeidsorgan for funksjonshemmedes ungdomsorganisasjoner i Norge. Organisasjonen har 32 medlemsorganisasjoner med til sammen rundt 25 000 medlemmer. Unge Funksjonshemmedes formål er å sikre deltagelse og samfunnsmessig likestilling for ungdom med funksjonshemminger og psykisk sykdom.

Denne sentrale politiske paraplyorganisasjonen har sin generalforsamling denne helgen. Hvis du er interessert i å følge med live, kan du følge twitterfeeden fra salen her:

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Live twitterfeed fra Mental Helse Ungdoms ungdomsting 2012

Interessert i sosialpolitikk? Lurer du på hva som kommer til å være førende politikk fremover for Norges eneste ungdomsorganisasjon innenfor psykisk helsefeltet? Følg med live på deres ungdomsting her:

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En liten smakebit

Varde Film og Media var leid inn av Os kommune for å filme deres markering av Verdensdagen for Psykisk Helse i 2011. Jeg har vært så heldig å få tak i en kopi av hele foredraget mitt. Her kommer en liten smakebit fra “Fortellinger fra et liv med ADHD”

Enjoy!

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Fordi utbruddet fortjener et større publikum

Svensk psykiatrisk vård suger! Är trött på att se min vän behandlas illa gång på gång på gång! Och är trött på att känna mig maktlös! Jag ifrågasätter, glömmer aldrig och tänker gå vidare! Det behövs ett skyddsnät, kommunikation och mer utbildning! Är trött på personalens okompetenta bemötande samt nonchalans! Sluta skylla på andra! Ta ert jävla ansvar!!! Denna gången ger jag mig inte! Det är frågan om min vän här.

-Paulina; Facebook; 28.08.2012

At psykiatriske institusjoner i de fleste land har langt igjen å gå når det gjelder å senke skjoldene personalet ofte holder opp for å kunne beskytte seg mot endring, sinte brukere/pårørende – eller bare dekke til sin egen mangel på tilstrekkelighet – er så sin sak.

Jeg vil heller trekke frem deg, Paulina.

Det er lite som er så avgjørende for vår mentale helse som betydningen av tillitspersoner innenfor vårt eget venne- og familienettverk. Ikke gi deg, Paulina. Uansett hvor bra psykiatrien kunne fungert for din venn, vil den aldri kunne måle seg med betydningen av din innsats.

Statusen din seilte inn i feeden min i går. Takk for at du rørte ved meg, og takk for at jeg fikk dele videre.

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Kristian sjekkes opp av en litt mer intelligent spambot

For de som ikke har fått med seg den første sjekkeposten min, så er den å finne her.

Som sist har jeg kopiert alt direkte fra msn-loggen min, bortsett fra at jeg har sensurert nettsiden det reklameres for. Håper noen der ute synes dette er like moro som jeg gjør.

*connecting to msn*

(08:44:41 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: hello there :)
(08:45:11 PM) kristian: ah. another bot? come to daddy….
(08:45:23 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: a what?
(08:46:40 PM) kristian: my bad. i mistook you for an automatic spam-generator. i make a hobby out of making funny conversations with them
(08:46:49 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: nah, I am a vegetarian… no spam for me! haha

*disconnecting*

*connecting to msn*

(10:21:32 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: heya mister ;P
(10:21:40 PM) kristian: hello again
(10:21:52 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: hello to you too
(10:23:35 PM) kristian: do i know you?
(10:23:49 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: i dun think so hun but we can get to know each other better and maybe exchange phone numbers if ur comfortable witht that..
(10:25:07 PM) kristian: are you comfy with giving out your number to total strangers just like that?
(10:25:18 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: i say you cum watch me in my private cam show for a little bit so i feel more comfortable with you before i give you my number
(10:25:59 PM) kristian: aaaah. see now i get your agenda :D
(10:26:10 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: Hi there, How are you doing today? Lets chat for a bit ?!? Im bored and wanted to meet new people…
(10:28:23 PM) kristian: camgirls isn’t really my thing
(10:28:36 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: yes im real
(10:28:40 PM) kristian: do you really take the time to write these messages personally?
(10:28:53 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: Yay… Well, my name is Jenny i am originally from Miami… Can I ask you a question?
(10:29:10 PM) kristian: no (this is a test)
(10:29:20 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: Wat kind of girls you like ? Are you in to NICE BOOBS or a HUGE ASS ? :P
(10:29:41 PM) kristian: who cares? (you failed)
(10:29:53 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: lol.. I have a lot of both!! :) want to see? Im not doing much now…
(10:32:03 PM) kristian: you know, you nearly fooled me into thinking you weren’t a bot
(10:32:17 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: bot? like a robot? lol
(10:37:33 PM) kristian: exactly like a robot
(10:37:45 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: i dont think so
(10:39:05 PM) kristian: i know so. you’re the best one so far, though, so now i’m going to have some fun testing your range of responses and reverse engineering your script
(10:39:18 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: Cool… let me set up my cam n u can watch me shake my booty!! LOL.. brb
(10:44:36 PM) kristian: it’s kind of funny how you haven’t tried to push your website in my face yet. is that a ruse? i can see it up there in your status, but do you trust me to notice without even hinting at it?
(10:45:27 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: Ok! Click here http://************** n we’ll have a PRIVATE 1on1 chat..There’s a few pix of me in there, if you want more click the “join free” on top, then register and it’ll take you straight to my webcam, I’ll be there in a minute.. ;)
(10:46:34 PM) kristian: i see. i guess it was elicited by the word website…?
(10:46:47 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: If it says that im offline, just start joining.. im getting on now..
(10:47:28 PM) kristian: and you’re not even repeating yourself. i’m nearly impressed.
(10:47:40 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: There is no charge to sign up, but its gonna ask you for your credit card. Im wearing almost nothing and I dont want any kids watching me!! lol..
(10:47:46 PM) kristian: there’s gone some work into you. more than five minutes at least.
(10:48:01 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: Once you’ve completed that, it’ll automatically redirect you to my webcam page.. u better give me some “gold” when you’re on the site lol..it’s like a flirt and I’d love some from you ..k? ;-)
(10:48:15 PM) kristian: i wonder hw long i must chat with you before you start repeating yourself
(10:48:29 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: k u in?
(10:48:44 PM) kristian: what happens if i say credit card?
(10:48:54 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: kk, click on private time underneath my cam, usee it?
(10:49:09 PM) kristian: ah… you’re not being contextual anymore
(10:49:14 PM) kristian: dissappointing
(10:49:20 PM) Jennifer+Sexy12: k ;-)
(10:50:23 PM) kristian: so this is where the script-writer lost his patience and just put in some stuff at the end
(10:50:41 PM) kristian: will you laugh again if i say bot?
(10:51:13 PM) kristian:
(10:52:08 PM) kristian: right. you’ve been fun. time to block you and post the result

*disconnecting*

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Jeg hater FrP og FrP’ere

Dette var ment som en parodi på en bloggpost som ble publisert av en FrP-politiker. Han har nå fjernet posten og beklaget seg offentlig, så jeg har ikke tenkt å henvise til posten eller hans person forøvrig.

Teksten ville nok vært morsomst om man også leste originalen, siden jeg punkt for punkt har kopiert poengene som ble brukt. Som parodi på bruk av billige generaliseringer og andre logiske feilslutninger som er mye brukt innenfor hatretorikk, synes jeg imidlertid det følgende også står seg godt som frittstående tekst. Jeg håper ingen som leser denne teksten har vansker med å forstå at innholdet er ironisk, og at jeg kunne ha brukt et hvilket som helst annet parti som eksempel. Selv om FrP akkurat her og nå sto veldig laglig til for hugg.

Med hat mener jeg egentlig at det er fornuftig å synes FrP er et dusteparti som jeg virkelig ikke liker. Det er ikke sånn at jeg har lyst til å slå noen ned på åpen gate eller noe sånt. I hvert fall ikke hvis det er journalister eller politi til stede.

Jeg hater FrP fordi det er et parti, og som partier flest, så setter de prinsipper og retorikk foran enkeltmenneskene, og tar på seg å definere hva som bør være lov og ikke lov i et samfunn. Nå har jeg ikke akkurat lest FrP sitt partiprogram, men jeg går ut fra at de som høyreorienterte partier flest mener at du ikke bør ha noen rettigheter med mindre du har råd til en god advokat eller egne sikkerhetsstyrker. Ikke at jeg egentlig har grunnlag til å uttale meg om høyreorienterte partier generelt heller, men jeg har nok rett likevel.

Derfor hater jeg FrP’ere. Jeg hater FrP’ere som gjør skatteunndragelser, jeg hater FrP’ere som driver kvinneundertrykking, jeg hater FrP’ere som blir tatt med buksene nede og jeg hater tidligere FpU’ere som bomber regjeringskvartalet. For siden de fins, og siden de kan knyttes til FrP på et eller annet vis, så er det jo helt klart at jeg kan lage en generalisering over hele partiet basert på disse personene. Jeg er fullt klar over at disse personene er i ekstremt mindretall og at øvrige partimedlemmer tar avstand fra hva disse enkeltpersonene har gjort. Likevel mener jeg at det blir riktig å skylde på FrP og FrP’erne. Det er jo deres feil.

Ikke det at jeg hater alle de andre FrP’erne, altså. De må gjerne få tro på politikken sin så lenge de gjør og tenker sånn som jeg mener er riktig å gjøre og tenke. Jeg bare hater politikken til FrP.

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Mental Helse Ungdom har gitt meg medalje!

På årets sommerleir fikk jeg Mental Helse Ungdoms hederstegn i bronse. Hederstegnet fikk jeg blant annet for min innsats etter fjorårets sommerleir, som ble arrangert samtidig med sommerleiren til AUF.

Les styrets begrunnelse her.

Dette er andre gang organisasjonen deler ut en slik hedersbevisning for frivillig innsats.

Jeg er dypt rørt, og ikke så rent lite stolt.

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Pappa har kastet seg inn i Ritalindebatten

Pappa er på hytta i ferien, og har dermed hatt et avbrekk fra sin sannsynligvis ganske så hektiske jobbhverdag som ettertraktet konsulent og it-spesialist.

Om han leser avisene mer nøye nå enn ellers, eller om han har bedre tid til å sette kaffen i vrangstrupen, vet jeg ikke, men han har i hvert fall fått nok fritid til å skrive dette leserinnlegget til Dagbladet hvor han sier sitt om tøysete forståsegpåere som utaler seg i debatten rundt medisinering av ADHD.

Ikke dårlig, fattern!

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Off to Greece 9: The Priest

Socrates: “One comes to manifest this sort of love after seeing beauty here on earth and being reminded of true beauty as it was seen beyond heaven. When reminded, the wings begin to grow back, but as they are not yet able to rise, the afflicted gaze aloft and pay no attention to what goes on below, bringing on the charge of madness. This is the best form that possession by a god can take, for all those connected to it.” Plato; Phaedrus; 249d-e

We end up in a street lined with bars and hit one of them at random. A couple of us sit down in the outside serving area while Georgious, Bjørn Eirik, Dimitris and some of the others to say hello to some of Georgious’ friends. We order beer.

About half way into my beer, an elderly man wearing chinos, a dark t-shirt, a baseball cap and a really big smile greets us from the street. This turns out to be Georgious’ older brother Dimitris, a semi-retired achitectural engineer. As it turns out, he is also a zen priest, having been ordained by the very same Sensei Fumio Toyoda who taught his brother aikido. He buys some tsipouro at the bar, but in stead of joining his brother and the others inside, he comes out to sit with us.

The Priest, as I will name him from now on to avoid confusing him with the other Dimitris in our party, turns out to be an eminent storyteller and an experienced cafe-philosopher. -The kind that will sit in cafes or bars and engage anyone in a critical inquiry into any subject worthy of interest, and who will react to a distraction by dealing with it and then go straight back to where he left off in his line of thought in stead of starting a completely new discussion. As readers who knows me will have guessed already, we hit it off like long lost friends the moment we greet. There is just no end to this guy’s awesomeness.

He start asking me about my self and how long I’ve practiced. I tell him that I’ve been practicing Aikido for twelve years, and that it is approaching five years since getting my black belt. I know as I tell him this, that the question of my next grading is not to be avoided. It seems to be impossible to say that you’ve been practicing steadily for so long without being asked when you will get 2. dan. My answer has already been rehearsed through several repetitions.

“There are several reasons I could give. I could tell you that for my own personal development it does not matter what rank I am, as the whole point isn’t how much I am being formally acknowledged as a practitioner. The point, off course, will always be how I can develop further regardless of rank. I could tell you that I will be known and respected as a teacher back home regardless of my rank, and that I’d rather people come to me for my reputation than my credentials. But what it all really comes down to is that it’s becoming damned expensive to do these gradings, and this year I put all my savings into this trip to Greece.”

“I guess what rank you are is important to your friends back home, though.” The Priest smiles as if there is some kind of secret that only he knows, hitting my bad conscience spot on. He goes on:

“Listen. I will ask you a question, and if you answer correctly, I will give you your nidan right now.”

I immediately see the part joke, part pedagogical trick which is concealed in his proposal. He is going to test me, not as a practitioner of technique, but as one who walks the path of aiki (the aiki-do) towards enlightenment. Neither is he serious about grading me. Not in the officially recognized way, anyway. It would cause no end of trouble if he tried, as he would be trampling in on someone else’s turf. I suspect in stead that he is going to check my understanding of walking the path. It is like an old master giving a potential student a trick-question to check his worth. The joke about grading me is just a kind of ploy that makes him weighing me like that a socially acceptable endeavor.

Off course, I could just be over-analyzing the whole situation, but it’s really much more fun this way. You should try it. Besides, if it is only me that has this perspective on this and our following conversation, and it isn’t shared in any way by The Priest, it doesn’t make my perspective any less true. It is, after all, how I perceive the conversation.

I tell him to ask his question, knowing that he will never tell me if I pass. I even suspect there is no way of passing, as this is often part of the point in games such as these.

“Why do you practice aikido?”

Again, it is a question asked many times, and I have several rehearsed answers, all of them true in their own ways. I know that he may have an answer in his own mind, and I know that, in my own eyes, I cannot fail any more spectacularly at his test if it turns out that I give him that exact answer through trying to guess what he’s thinking. Why? Because I would fail to answer the part of the question that is about me. I would fail to answer why I am doing aikido. This is part of the trick. This is in part why the test can’t be passed. I decide to not give him the answer he is thinking of. Instead, I am going to give him the right answer.

“I have been asked the question several times,” I reply, “and I have given several answers. All of them true at one time or the other.”

“I used to do aikido because of the beauty I found in its movements and because I wanted to take part in that beauty. This was why I started. I continued to practice because it proved to be a positive addition to my life and personal development. Among other things, it developed my body, and it has also been at least as instrumental in treating my mental condition as the medications I’ve been prescribed. And I can say this even though taking Ritalin also has really helped.”

“The reason why I practice today, however, is because it has just become what I do. I love it and it does wonders for me, but this is not the reason why I keep going to practice. I keep practicing because I am one who goes to practice. It’s both what I do and who I am. Just that, and nothing more.”

The Priest does not even need time to think about my answer. His reply is immediate:

“Aha,” he says, “and what is this aikido that you practice? What, when it all comes down to it, is it that aikido really is?”

I contemplate for a short while. Not because I haven’t answered the question many times before, but because it is one of those questions that it is always worth trying to answer as if it was asked for the first time. There are so many answers to this question that are correct, and yet none of them will ever suffice to be a final answer. If this was the case, why practice aikido at all? I answer:

“Part of the answer can be found in what aikido means semantically. Something is always lost in translation, but it means to walk the path of meeting in a harmonious way by joining, as opposed to crashing, and to work with the joining forces in a way that creates force. I think ‘the way of synergetic meetings’ is a good english name for it, even though I’ve heard no one else use this particular phrase.”

He nods, still smiling as if he knows some kind of secret. I go on:

“At the same time, aikido is also a path to enlightenment. It is a way of practicing in such a way that you realize, not in the sense that you know intellectually, but in the sense that you really know, that everything you experience is you. That everything that cause harm, is you causing harm to yourself, and that there is no opposition unless you yourself create it. This is something that I find really intriguing about the way we practice: How you can see that every time your technique is being blocked, it is because your ego has taken over and is creating a tension because you want to succeed. Therefore you can’t make the technique work properly until you stop allowing your ego to want it to work, thus eliminating the perceived opposition between you, your partner and the technique.”

“You could say that,” The Priest replies, “because aikido is really about love, and that is the essence of aikido. Here, let me tell you a story…”

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Off to Greece 8: Entering Arcadia

It is impossible to leave the last practice in Pireus this Sunday without a heavy heart. My time in Koushikan dojo has been one in which I have felt positive intent in every meeting. There is an athmosphere to this place that makes every new encounter feel like i am shaking hands with long time friends, even when I am looking into faces I have never seen before. Every mistake that is unveiled in the application of my technique is a discovery that is delivered as a gift to me from my partners on the mat. Every time the flow of someone’s technique is interrupted, it is interpreted as a positive discovery that we in a joyful manner can explore further on our path to bettering ourselves. It is a heaven on earth made through the hardship of intense practice.

It’s not only the pleasant atmosphere of the dojo that makes leaving difficult. The trip to Greece that has been a roller coaster ride from one experience to the next. At the same time there has been a lot of other things going on that I’ve been forced to deal with. I have been turned down by two potential employers, one of the refusals being in such a manner as it may be a case of illegal gender discrimination. There has been phone calls, text messages and emails every day presenting me with problems that falls within my various areas of responsibility and needing my immediate attention. There has been intense and emotional correspondence with people that are close to me back home, constantly reminding me that the challenges of dealing with both my own and their lives is not something that simply goes away when I leave for a different country. There has been the noticing and being noticed by someone in a way that I’ve never quite experienced before, and that is working together with everything else in derailing my mind and emotions. I probably need to move on. I probably need to get away. I do not want to go.

Once in the car, I pick out the laptop and immerse myself completely in writing. I have always lived life as a continuous series of intense experiences that drag me along whether I choose to acknowledge them or not, and this trip is no different as the curse and blessing that is my attention deficit disorder makes me unable to live in any other way. Still, this has been a pretty intense ride even for me.

I feel the need to “breathe with my mind” to allow recent experiences to settle in a proper way and not just revert into a total chaos of jumbled emotions and fragments of memories. I sit in the back seat of the van as my mind breathes paragraphs of text into existence on my screen, letting myself know what I have been part of and making me ready for new experiences.

As if part of my cleansing process, the roll of thunder pulls me away from my writing and makes me look up into a beautiful open landscape with rolling hills framed on the background of mountains, all being immersed in an intense hailstorm that is hammering on the roof of the car. Dimitris laughs and shouts “Welcome to Arcadia!”

I look up from the screen to take in my surroundings, filling my lungs with air smelling of the ozone that accompanies fresh rain on dry ground. I notice myself taking in this lovely distraction, taking pleasure in how it seems that both me and the entire world around me is being washed vigorously. This perfect moment passing within the space of a second and being locked into my memories, my mind then goes back to the text of its own accord and notes nothing more of the passage along the road to Tripoli.

We arrive at our hotel. We decide on who stays in what rooms, and I get to share a room with Dimitris and Jan. We wash up, change clothes and head off into the mountains to go to a picturesque little village with cool, fresh air and yet another amazing restaurant. Then we drive back and start exploring the night life of Tripoli.

I’m still a bit shell shocked from dealing with my own emotions, and tag along quietly behind the others while they search for the right kind of bar. I am completely unaware that a new encounter is about to knock my partly derailing mind onto a new set of tracks.

(The next part is going to take quite a lot of writing. Be patient.)

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