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Social Care Recruitment Considerations, and a Cultural Challenge

  There are quite a few structural/systemic flaws in the UK government's proposed social care reforms , which I've already briefly discussed from my remit of The Productive Pessimist . One key element I wanted to draw out and discuss in more depth here on my  personal blog - as it ties in to one of the aspects of public speaking   I personally offer via The Productive Pessimist, outside of the main focus of that business - is the Recruitment  intention to "recruit more men..." Masculinity is one of my core public speaking topics, with a particular slant of masculinity in a female-focused world.  And "masculinity in a female-focused world" is exactly  what we're dealing with in this stated intention to "recruit more men" to the social care sector. Historically, the default assumption has been "men won't work in social care because it doesn't pay well",  and "men see care as 'women's work', so they consider it b...
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Resolutions Don't Resolve Anything

  The millennium was a quarter of a century ago. The Covid-19 pandemic, its global lockdowns, and the paradigm shifts in the world of work, that too many managers and meddlers are still attempting to forcibly roll back, was half a decade ago. Twenty years ago, I stood on the edge of adulthood, calmly eager, focusedly excited. I knew what I wanted, I knew how to get it, and I had the energy, intelligence, and drive to pursue it. I didn't know then that even all of those things together would never be enough. Those past twenty years have been brutal - but there have been moments of beauty in the brutality, too. In those twenty years, I've had the prospect of the career I'd intended taken away, and, in the last three years, have seen many more possibilities fall by the wayside, because the issue that took that initial career became something worse, something more impactful, something that took away more and more as the months rolled by. Twenty years ago, I was going to take my...

Talk To Your Body To Help Your Mind

  This week, I've been feeling anxious with no observable reason - literally, waking up in an anxiety spiral that continues through the day. Yesterday, I realised what was going on; this specific week of the year - not "the run up to Christmas", but specifically "the 18th-22nd of December" has been the scene of several major life impacts over several years: . 16yrs  ago on the 18th December was the date of my first testosterone injection - and the beginning of the end of any semblance of a good relationship with my mother. . 12yrs ago on the 20th December, having had to move back home after almost a decade away to care for my terminally ill father, my mother assaulted me at knifepoint, causing me to have to flee, with just a backpack of what I could gather while she was trying to kick in my bedroom door, and leaving my dogs behind. I ended up sleeping rough, calling every local friend I knew might be able to get out to me and help me, for two days continuously -...

Reactions, Reasons, and Reflections

  There's a special kind of anger, resentment, frustration, and sadness - a conglomerate, holistic feeling we don't yet have a single word for in English (the Irish "fearg" - pronounced 'fae-rak' - would be a close option, being the word for "passion-driven anger", which includes resentment; the Irish word "br ón" - pronounced 'brone' - translates as "sorrow", so "fearg-br ón" would be an appropriate word, and will be the one I use for this particular set of emotions going forward)   that comes from seeing, in real time, with highly personal impact, that you're being passed over for meaningful, well-paid work by people who, apparently, either can't or won't read key reports. I read the Cass Review  when it was published - with no one paying me, no opportunities for paid work, or even a role as a Trustee or Non-Executive Director, as a recognition for doing so. I read the Cass Review even though it cau...

Closing Doors, Opening Windows

  Earlier this week, I received, and immediately started to read,  Nine Lies About Work , following an Instagram-acquaintance posting about reading it.  (Yes, I can read 'regular' books despite being registered blind - I have extremely good pattern recognition, and 40% useful vision in my left eye - fortunately, that is central field vision. Older books I can sometimes struggle with, as they're often printed a lot smaller than I can read, and I really struggled with Steven Bartlett's 'Diary of a CEO', because he'd chosen to go with a less common font - fortunately, he has a podcast for just such an eventuality!  As long as the font size and style are tolerably 'normal', I can read most things - I read noticably slower than many people, I have to hold the book a LOT closer (I will never be able to do that Arthouse Vibe wandering-along-the-street-whilst-reading-a-book-at-arms-length thing), I am physically incapable of reading while in motion, or in lo...

What Does Responsible Credit for Low Income Households Look Like?

  It was supposed to be the bankers who got punished for the 2008 financial crisis.   They were the ones who got high on "all the money waiting to be made"  from selling ill-backed loans to people who'd been encouraged  to lie about their means to repay the loans. They were the ones who targeted  those least able to afford credit. They were the ones who covered up accounting black holes in their banks' reserves. They were the ones who lied, again and again, to the public, the media, and to governments. But, inevitably, in the end, they managed to paint the public  as the bad guys. If ordinary people just hadn't been so greedy  for things like secure housing, vehicles to get to workplaces that were inaccessible by public transport, high quality nutrition, childcare so they could actually leave the house to go to work, the desire to start their own businesses, to work towards building their futures, and their families' futures, then the drama of 2007-200...