Mike Nahan and a cynical attempt to grab votes

“The Government has come and cut a whole range of programs to fund Safe Schools. My statement is — the better allocation is going back to the programs they cut, rather than Safe Schools.” Thanks for the statement, Mike Nahan. You’ve inspired me to write to the Education Minister after she shot you down.

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We’ve seen how effective targeting Safe Schools was for conservative politicians Federally and on the east coast – so it is no real surprise that WA conservatives have finally caught up. Hell, everything from policy, to road safety campaigns, to health systems to education initiatives comes from Victoria about five years late – so there shouldn’t really be a surprise. In fact, the Safe Schools Coalition launched in WA years after it had been running successfully over east since 2010.

An in some ways – you have to give Mike some credit. He hasn’t JUST attacked Safe Schools.  He didn’t just come after a program that has run in one form or another in WA since 2015. Mike rolled this in to the Moora College issue to make it really difficult to argue against if you love rural kids. A side note, what he is referring to is actually called Inclusive Education WA here – but conservative voters wouldn’t recognise that, so I understand why he didn’t used the right name.

So lets have a look at some things.

We’ll put aside the details on the program it self – the ridiculous and often homophobic/transphobic claims around the material and how it is implemented have been answered elsewhere.

Just to be clear: If you think Safe Schools has anything to do with Marxism, sexualises children, brainwashing kids in to being lesbian/gay/bi/trans/intersex or parents don’t have a say – you are an idiot. Seriously. You are. Sorry (not sorry) you are offended, but you obviously lack to ability to critically analyse the homophobic hate propaganda peddled by disgusting creatures such as Lyle Shelton.

If for some reason you need to be convinced, go read any of these and come back:

Welcome back. So – this program won’t turn your kids gay or trans – but what it aims to do is create school environments where every students can learn, every teacher can teach and every family can belong. Bloody shocking.

Mike Nahan has done a great job this week of reminding WA that this program exists. It existed under his government of course, running while he was Treasurer since 2015 – but why get caught up on that. I know he hasn’t:

“There are very few new programs that the Labor Government has come up with, one of them is Safe Schools”- Mike Nahan (quote from ABC)

Mr Nahan also cares a lot about rural people and the Moora College. So this hugely expensive program will be cut to fund the Liberal Government’s refurbishment of the College. Just so we are clear, Inclusive Education is funded for $1.2 million dollars. Over 4 years. Costs of refurbishing Moora College are predicted at being somewhere between $700k (Mike’s estimate) to $7.2 million (Labor’s numbers). This doesn’t include ongoing running costs or the existing maintenance budget ($350k).

“If we win government, [we will] renew the funding for Moore Residential College, no operating costs. Landsdale College, Herdsman Eco Centre and the farm schools, not a large amount of money, by cutting back at Safe Schools and putting that money back into existing programs for education.”  – Mike Nahan (quote from ABC)

If we win. Great line. Only issue with this, of course being the next election isn’t due until around 2021. Inclusive Education WA would’ve been funded approximately $1 million dollars in that time, with $350k left to put towards the refurbishment. Other small issue is that Moora College will close at the end of the year, so Mike’s new Liberal Government 2021 will have to refurbish it, and reopen it and set it up with a maintenance budget.

“The Government has come and cut a whole range of programs to fund Safe Schools. My statement is — the better allocation is going back to the programs they cut, rather than Safe Schools,” – Mike Nahan (quote from ABC)

Now, good on Mike for sticking up for the rural kids at Moora College. The problem is – Mike can’t help Moora now or next year. So why pledge funding to it three years out from the next election? Why target a program that was running (admitted Federally funded by the Liberal Government) when Mike’s party was in power?

Well – I my personal take is that it is a dog whistle to conservative voters. This paired with his attack on mainstream media reeks of Trumpist populist politics.There are other things he could’ve focussed on to “cut” once (if?) he regains power in 2021. Its a big budget. Targeting Inclusive Education WA is not accidental.

This is the reason I was moved to write to Education Minister, Sue Ellery today supporting her rebuttal of Mr Nahan’s comments. Calling for her to continue to support Inclusive Education WA. It is why I’m pleading with you to write to her, or email her and thank her. Today.

“Safe Schools is an important program designed to ensure safer school environments, for those public secondary schools that decide to access it,” Education Minister Sue Ellery said. (quote from ABC)

Don’t let populist politics impact on vulnerable WA kids. LGBTI kids experience some terrible outcomes without support from families and schools. Programs like Inclusive Education WA. So stand up, step up and stick up for these kids.

They are our future, they deserve to be loved and supported – don’t let them down.

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Plastic bag ban and other ways make less waste

WA just banned lightweight plastic bags and the whole word imploded as dog poo was left on grassy parks, bins became filthy and nappies spewed their unrestrained contents in to the streets. The NT banned plastic bags six years ago, but here in WA it is a day-by-day struggle to survive in this new landscape.

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So now, as WA joins South Australia, Tasmania, the Northern Territory and Australian Capital Territory in banning lightweight plastic bags,and in preparation for when Victoria gets its act together, I’m looking at how our family has tried to make some small changes to reduce our plastic use and waste generation.

Full disclosure on these ideas: we did have a head start, being in the NT when the ban came through there; and we do live in a town that pro-actively decided to #BanTheBag early; and we do hang out with a lot of really environmentally conscious humans who don’t have a blog to share their ideas on.

Now, personally, I think this ban is great. Is it full-proof? No. Will it remove all plastic bags from waste – of course not. But we have to do something.

Making the argument that other’s won’t change so why should we – especially if it personally costs us puts you in the same category as Tony Abbott on climate change and Malcolm Turnbull on paying taxes. Or Andrew Bolt on plastic bags. Have a look at the company you are keeping before arguing with me about needing plastic bin liners or the fact that Indonesia and China will keep producing plastic. Save your breath. Go explain your position to a drowned turtle on the beach somewhere.

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I am looking at you. You and your whole damn species.

Now, in my local town, one little store took the plunge and went early banned the bag before the mandatory period. People continued to shop there and despite the other IGA in town abandoning a voluntary scheme one day in to it after failing to prepare its staff in customer service and education; the IGA X-Press kept its doors open and hordes of angry shoppers didn’t ransack the store. Amazing.

How any store around the state is coping day-today now the ban is mandatory, is anyone’s guess; but I’m sure they survived the initial looting.

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In the wider world, in what can only be described as an amazing example of a feckless corporate entity being completely unable to read the room, Coles launched its Little Shop Collectables. I assume it all ties in with Coles “Better Bags” scheme in a move that just leaves you shaking your head. Seriously, who is running the joint. If you ever needed a reason to not shop at a major store, that would be it. Coles and Woolies have struggled with the banning of the bag, and will no doubt slowly adjust. How places like Aldi, or Bunnings, or farmers markets keep people from burning the place down is anyone’s guess.

So, how do you survive without a bin liner?

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Bin liners

News flash. You don’t actually need one. I know this is a hard concept to understand, but the “necessity” of a bin liner is a lie. Bin liners were a solution to a problem we didn’t have and using plastic bags from the shops as a bin liner is just an extension of that. the outcry that the ban on plastic bags will lead to more people buying heavy plastic bin liners is right in one sense – except it doesn’t make sense because you don’t NEED a bin liner.

Now, I hear you – my bin might stink, or my bin might get sticky, or my rubbish won’t be a neat little bag of waste to carry out. It will be ok. We use newspaper to line the base of out bin, and shockingly, just empty our bin in the big bin when it needs to be emptied, and horrendously, give is a little wash with some vinegar and water if it needs a rinse out. There are great videos on line of how to make a bin liner out of newspaper. Aint no body got time for that – I just jam it in there.

Now, you might not buy the newspaper. Then use what comes through your junk mail. But that’s not recycling Carl – no its not, but wrapping biodegradable food waste in a plastic bag and putting it in the bin is not a better solution. Got dripping meat carcass that you need to put in the bin? Wrap it in paper first and empty you bin before it starts to stink.

Don’t buy newspapers ever or get junk mail – grab one of the free community newspapers that is available in your shopping centre – there’s the sweet little “good news” ones if that takes your fancy. Or, save your how to vote cards from the by-elections we seem to have every second week and use those.

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You don’t need a little bag when you are buying fruit

You know how you have to put your apples in a little plastic bag before you take them to the counter to get them weighed? You don’t. Its a bit more hair-raising dealing with a couple of dozen loose fruit at the counter (not a euphemism) and can take more time – but you don’t HAVE to use the little bags. Use your own reusable bags and wash your fruit at home if your worried your bags aren’t super clean (you were probably going to wash your fruit anyway).

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Same goes for meat. Our local butcher encourages people to bringing in their own containers to reduce the amount of plastic bags he uses. Have a chat to your local butcher, or your supermarket and see if they’ll let you do that too.

Handling nappies and dog poo

Now, we were pretty obnoxiously good about nappies and used bamboo cotton washable nappies for 90% of the time with our boys, so are pretty smug and annoying on this. Part of that effort was a desire to not contribute to landfill in a massive way when we moved to Indonesia for six months with a three month old. Not, again, I know that washing nappies takes energy, which is normally supplied by fossil fuels, but I did seem better than disposable nappies ending up in the river behind our house.

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But when it comes to disposing of your dirty nappies – just ask your self: do I NEED to put this in a nappy bag, or can it go straight in the bin. Sometimes, things have gotten explosive and a bag is needed – but if your using scented nappy bags to keep your bin smelling “fresh”, you are a) misunderstanding the use of your bin, and b) spending too much time near it.

What about dog poo? Well, this might shock you – but wrapping biodegradable poo in a plastic bag and throwing it in the bin might not be great for the environment.

Even biodegradable bags aren’t that great at biodegrading in landfill with your tightly rapped schnauzer shite in it. So, again, use newspaper. Seriously, if you think using a couple sheets of community newspaper is any more gross that picking up a huge steaming dog turd with a sheer plastic barrier between you and the faeces – you don’t own a big dog. At least using a sheet of newspaper gets the turd out of your line of sight.

Just buy less plastic

Obviously. Yet not that obvious. Try and buy things in glass, or at worse recyclable plastics. Try to avoid buying pre-wrapped fruit and veg – don’t give in to the stores. I know people with disability or the elderly need some pre-cut vegetables to diversify their meals – but it should not be the norm.

Likewise, think about recycling and reusing – what can you get from you local op shop that is plastic that you need. We can all be better at this, but next time have a look and see what you can grab – from containers to office supplies.

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What goes in my bin

Between our compost bin (and before they got foxed, our chooks), recycling and reusing – we’ve dramatically reduced what does go in to our bin each week. To the point we’ve now reduced our bin pick up to fortnightly. Yep, you can do that in some places, it saves you money on your rates and forces you to evaluate what goes in to the bin. Call your Council and ask. We also use a much smaller wheelie bin. Just don’t forget on your on week.

Composting is amazing. There are ways to do it in the inner city and you can get composting in your apartment too. We use our composted material in our garden beds for growing vegies (and self-seeded pumpkins) and it dramatically reduces the amount of fresh waste you throw in your bin. You start analysing everything that goes in. The City of Melville is even letting residents use their green waste bin as a compost bin – which is just amazing in my book.

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Shaving and toothbrushes

I’ve just recently made the switch over to dual edge razors and I’m angry at myself for not doing it sooner. It always bothered me that I was throwing out so many disposable razors. Even the reusable handle style ones have a plastic head. I tried an electric razor for a while, but that just left me with short stubble. So, after years of living off of a three-to-four day shave cycle to minimise my razor use, I jumped on to Beard and Blade and bought a double edge razor and some shaving soap (to get away from the mass produced stuff).

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I have to say, its early doors, but the shave I’m getting is much, much closer (first one was too close, but once you have the knack on pressure, the shaving rash subsides). I’ve doubled down sive then an ordered some more blades for my razor. I’ve been really impressed with how long they’ve lasted, but i also wanted to buy myself a wooden toothbrush. Again, early days – but I’ve been really impressed with it, and every time I brush my teeth I know get to look at myself smugly in the mirror in the knowledge that my tooth brush handle (the bristles aren’t wooden, unfortunately) won’t end up in landfill for centuries.

That is what this is all about. The smugness reduction of what ends up in landfill and doing our bit – despite those who aren’t doing there bit.

Did you spend time by the pool? A snapshot of an inner-city kampung

We regularly return to Yogyakarta in Indonesia to brush up on language and culture; connect with family and friends and escape our every day lives. Whenever I tell someone I’ve spent a month in Indonesia – they picture a resort, a pool and nice bar. Reality is a little different. 

Ten years after our Javanese wedding, we were back in Yogyakarta for another holiday. It has become a place of comfort. I relax as I head down the road away from the airport now. I know what to expect when I hit the city. I walk in to “our” room, with a cupboard full of clothes that I have left behind since last time and check the cupboard for coffee beans. It has become a second home. It is relaxing, but not in the way many would think.

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Ten years ago – looking as serious as possible at all times

Yogyakarta is a really interesting city. It is a big university town with lots of interesting art and culture. Street art is very popular in the town – officially, in the form the changing of sculptures down the main street; and unofficially in the form of graffiti murals and paste-ups. One of my favourite pass-times has always been exploring the new works around the city, in the alleyways and on wrecked buildings. The most impressive on the ruins of a small village destroyed by the erupting Mount Merapi volcano in 2010.

 

While we are in Yogyakarta we stay in an kampung, less than 10 minutes walk from the main drag. It is the epitome of low-socio economic inner-city settlement. These are my personal thoughts after a month there this year – and shouldn’t be extrapolated across the country – this represents my experience of the inner city kampungs I’ve walked, jogged, cycled and stumbled through.

Kampung dwellings are very close together, if not sharing common walls. Accessing these areas involves walking down a one-car wide “gang” or alleyway, before turning in to the community itself – a crammed, squashed together place of screaming humanity.

There is a river just behind the kampung. Choked with rubbish and used by some for their daily ablutions. It runs fast, having had sand continually dug out of it for nearby construction. If someone could figure out a way of combining rubbish with concrete, the river might run clear. People catch fish from the river to eat. Small, sad looking things that live off of the rubbish and such floating by.

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Our river – it actually looks ok in this picture

The totality of kampung living is quiet challenging to someone coming for such a mobile society such as Australia. Some have lived in this kampung their whole life – living in houses owned by their parents or grandparents. Admittedly, some have recently moved in to the area, taking over someone else’s foxhole or building something new. People do move out and up; but many will remain here – some by choice, others by lack of alternative.

The houses are simple. A family may have a sizable dwelling, or they may use a room inside of a dwelling shared with others. We stay in a simple and by Australian standards, small four bedroom house. It dwarfs many others nearby and offers a structural integrity and vermin-proof existence not afforded to everyone.

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Tight living

Staying inside the kampung for an extended period is equal parts comforting and claustrophobic. Its safe and secure. Its close-nit. It is close living. So close you can hear your neighbour clear their throat pre-dawn. Every morning. Everyone knows when you’ve come home late. Everyone knows. Everything. Always.

I was once naive to believe that there wasn’t much gossip in the kampung. I was told that people are happy. They don’t worry. The longer I’ve stayed and the more about the culture I’ve learnt, the more I’ve challenged this.

Staying inside a community and a culture like this fast-tracks understandings about the world around you, and fast tracks your language. Over the past ten years of kampung stays – particularly a six month period in 2011; I have had the opportunity to learn so much about the way of life for inner-city people in Yogyakarta.

It can be easy to say people are happy. They have smiles on their faces. Yes, there is a certain level of day-to-day happiness in these places, but in my opinion, it is less to do with contentment and more to do with reservation. Sure, they aren’t stressing about the incidentals in life. They are too busy working out how things are going to work out for the rest of the day.

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Yogya street art – love your neighbour

Things are pretty close to the bone in these sort of places. The average yearly salary in Indonesia is around $10,000 AUD. The average wage in the inner-city kampungs is well below that. That is if you have a job. Many don’t.

Staying regularly inside this kind of environment gives you a sense of perspective. It highlights your sense of and your ACTUAL entitlement. I can choose to holiday in this environment and check out the way of life before safely returning to my real world and my country. The people I interact with do not have that option. It is a massive of entitlement.

I’ve had to check myself when I’ve wanted to get all “white-knight” and look for programs or things I could do to “improve” life in the kampung. I’ve had to assess whether those things were actually necessary, feasible and wanted in a world where day-to-day life is about existing. Was I doing something for the people of the kampung that the people of the kampung actually wanted and needed – or was I going to do it to make myself feel good – or even look good back home?

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A becak in the alleyways

Staying regularly reinforces how easy things are in Australia. From the basics like clean drinking water, warm water that comes out of a tap and refuse removal – to more complicated things like recylcing, planning for the future and healthcare.

Life expectancy is low (69 years). Survival rates of non-communicable disease are low. Risk factors, such as cigarette smoking (over 60% of the male population), high cholesterol diets and excessive sugar consumption teamed with low physical exercise are major issues.

People live day to day; making it most days. They don’t have time jog. They are too busy surviving. Food is an essential source of energy – unfortunately a lot of that energy comes in the form of rice and sugar. People can’t access a salad – if there was even the refrigerated option to have one, they need affordable energy.

Same goes for meat – people talk about exporting frozen carcasses to Indonesia rather than live export. I get the animal cruelty aspect, but in the inner-city there are no freezers. Cows are slaughtered on a needs based system. There is an abattoir near our kampung. The cows seemed ok, but they were not getting slaughtered quickly (as in number, not style). Honestly – the protein intake in our kampung is low. A lot of tofu and tempe is eaten. And rice. And sugar. And rice.

Food is a thing that you buy in the morning, convert in to meals and eat. You don’t keep it for later. Food safety and food security are major issues day to day.

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Urban poultry farming

Quality of life is low. Strokes account for over 20% of deaths in the country. People live difficult lives and die young. Every time we return, we are greeted by another “space” in the kampung that used to be filled with a life. A human with a great personality. That can be confronting. It is almost reported with a nihilistic manner when we arrive. Everyone is dying, it was just someone’s turn.

Over my time of coming to the city – I’ve learnt so much and seen so many interesting things. I’ve witnessed the election of Jokowi, while deep in his party’s supporter base. I’ve spoken to villagers returning after their homes were destroyed by a volcanic eruption. I’ve learnt so much about Javanese culture – its intricacies and its contradictions. I’ve been hassled by street hustlers and avoided what have felt at times to be set-ups.

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The Jokowi stickers were EVERYWHERE – as were flags, graffiti and posters

I’ve watched the evolution of the city and Indonesia. There are things that are obvious, confusing and at times concerning. Almost all of the young Muslim women I meet now wear a jilbab/hijab.  The older women are wearing them more and more too. What, ten years ago was something you wore to and from the mosque, is becoming all day every day wear. And they are bright, blinged up numbers. There are also big shiny Muhammadiyah schools all about the place. The lurch of Muhammadiyah towards a more conservative way of thought in recent years may have been a factor in the proliferation of head-wear for women – I wonder what else is being impacted.

There also seems to be a new mosque being built on every corner. Given there was almost one on every corner already, I find it incredible that there is a) enough money and b) enough demand to build these new buildings. I know part of this is almost a colonialist action, to over-saturate the area and drown out similar strands of Islam that you are in competition with, but it still seems staggering. What happens next with Saudi Arabia and Wahhabism is Indonesia will be interesting to watch.

Despite these leans towards conservatism – there are some other things that really interest me developing in Yogyakarta. There are far more bars and nightclubs than when we first started going to the city – and they are well attended by Indonesian s – not just bules. Sure, they are full of cigarette advertising and your attendance is life-reducing, but they are well patronised and full of people (male and female) having a good time in ways that would make conservatives a little upset.

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Local bar – on a quiet night

There is also been an explosion of coffee culture in downtown Yogyakarta. When we lived there, there was literally no espresso-serving cafes in the city beyond the tepid offerings from the large hotels. Suddenly, there are espresso machines, aeropress cafes, pour-over single origin speciality joints and speciality coffee roasters. The real life implications for this and any public health impacts aren’t known – but I can tell you now, I would have loved a bloody coffee when I lived there.

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Speciality coffee roasters

Holidaying in this environment has moments of challenge. There are risks – from exposing ourselves and our family to tropical diseases and food-borne disease relating to poor food handling. Oh, and the cats. And rats. There are bats too, but they seem pretty low key. There is car and motorbike based pollution. Pollution for the seemingly typical South-East Asian rubbish disposal technique of setting it on fire.

You hope for the best and know that through a position of absolute privilege, we can come, observe, immerse and learn – then leave for the safety of our real world – leaving friends and family to live the reality of inner-city kampung life. I will always keep coming back to Yogya – it is in my blood now.

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Walkabout, playing and learning outdoors

“The next day, a few children asked if they could do it again today.” Outdoor Classroom Day was such as success at one local school; they might do it every year. It was a positive news story in my local paper that highlighted how lucky my children are for the education they receive and how afraid of the outdoors education has really become. We bring our children to school as such a young age nowadays, and often in to formalised structured environments despite research and best practice suggesting otherwise.

As a caveat, I live with a highly trained Early Childhood Educator who takes the role of teachers in charge of the earliest years of education as critical to a child’s healthy development. This person didn’t read an interesting article on Facebook, or a good book on childhood development, they dedicated their Tertiary education at a leading Early Childhood focussed university to become an Early Childhood teacher because they believed so strongly in it. I take my queues on the development and education of our children from the expert in our house – I read research and things of interest, but defer to the far more knowledgeable source.

Then our oldest son was nearing the start of school, we weren’t sure what to do. He didn’t seem ready to start schooling – and the majority of his peers and extended family were embracing Western Australia’s earliest childhood offering, Pre-Kindy, as soon as possible (the age of three). We were really torn. It seemed to early, he didn’t seem ready and peer-pressure was being felt. We eventually made a call to delay his start until the ripe old entry stage of Kindergarten, still unsure if he would be ready.

One thing we both new, with his interests, motivators and drives; beyond delaying his education journey slightly; our son needed somewhere to attend school that was not exceptionally formalised and had an emphasis on play. The importance of play-based learning was not just from our perspective, but backed by educators and research. We also wanted to find a school that combined play-based learning with outdoor play and exploration – not just once a day for a special occasion, but ingrained in how they do things.

We found our solution in a tiny community school in our town. Our school is a little bit away from being mainstream. Before you ask, it isn’t a Steiner school or a Montessori school. It teaches the curriculum, it did NAPLAN testing for the first time this year, it does all the school entry exams your school (probably) does and the kids read and write and do maths (even Mathletics). It also does a few neat things some school don’t – like teaching local Aboriginal language and culture (Ngoongar/Nyoongar), learning about native plants and bush tucker and doing a LOT of outdoor learning and play. Learning outside is more than just play; it is more than just physical activity –  it makes a valuable contribution children’s health and development – and education.

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Checking out the kwort the school made

Our school has a program called Walkabout – a very much outdoor classroom day, where classes from as young as pre-primary get out of the classroom, out of the school and in to the world. The kids have to walk to their destination – sometimes covering over 4kms in a day, with older or more capable kids encouraged to help those younger or less capable than themselves. Our sons now have an impressive strolling range – which makes getting out and about easier!

On Walkabout they build shelters, light fires, walk in the rain, embrace nature, learning local history and work on their communication with each other. They takes some risks, engage in risk-benefit analysis and work their way around unforeseen problems. Everything gets recorded in a diary (literacy) so the kids can reflect and share with each other what was good and what was hard. My eldest son loves it. It is the highlight of his week.

We explore the world and look for occasions and ways of giving back to the land, saying thank you and appreciating this beautiful country.                                                                                                                                 – School website

Pre-schooling, our eldest rarely drew. Aside from his art loving mother despairing she couldn’t get him to draw with her; there were also professional concerns regarding his pre-literacy pencil skills. As parents, we backed off. Our son is not one to be forced in to anything. Now, three years in to his schooling, his handwriting is coming along marvellously, we can’t stop him drawing (anatomically correct cross-sections of yabbies are a current favourite), and he writes everything down that he can (especially regarding nature, the outdoors and Walkabout). This newly found love of drawing, writing and recording has been nurtured through play and the outdoors.

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Jack drawing yonga (kangaroos) mating in our yard

Our eldest son is only in year 1 now, but his academic development is beyond what I would have accepted as appropriate by this stage. His brother is now in Kindy as well – and loves his time at the school – the same school; and is doing the things he is meant to. A small sample size, I know – but what is most important to me, is that they LOVE school and love the way they are taught.

My eldest talks about school classrooms with “set” desks and chairs you have to sit on like they are dragons. He’s heard of them, but never seen one – and faced with the prospect of taking one on, would be a bit scared. What will they do when they get to high school you ask? Adapt. As they have to now. High school is full of labs and kitchens, different rooms and settings for different subjects, transition between areas, no set desks. They’ll be ok.

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For now, they love the play, the freedom, the subject matter. Outdoor learning leads to a greater connection with nature and both feel a strong sense of guardianship over our land and animals. Both boys can name animals by their Noongar names (and have a budding fauna knowledge (far beyond my own – insistences of, “that’s bush tucker, Dad”, on family bush walks are eventually conceded as correct, once I’ve finished Googling). This wonderful knowledge is mixing so well with the other important things, the reading, the writing and the maths.

Our children are developing really nicely – and I place a significant amount of the credit on the manner in which the school engages and educates them.  Schools only provide a small part of the puzzle of early childhood development and education – parents, families and homes take the majority of the burden and should never cede it or shirk it; but the right school system for your child’s needs is important. One that manages to mix learning, play and the outdoors so well is important to us.

A SSM Plebiscite. A mass opinion poll on people’s lives

As a straight up disclaimer, I am not trying to influence anyone’s opinion on voting in this plebiscite or pretend that I am across the many details and nuances of this issue. This is my thoughts on a complicated and conflicting event in Australia’s history. I also want to acknowledge that the debate and commentary around this event will be difficult, challenging and at times, ruthless bordering on abusive towards LGBTQIA+ individuals and their families.

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A postal plebiscite. Woo hoo. Who can’t get excited about what is really going to be an oversized, unrepresentative opinion poll that will potentially exclude and silence many homeless, displaced and marginalised people. NT Labor Senator Malarndirri McCarthy has already signalled that residents of town camps and remote communities may not have their voices heard. Without seeing exactly how they are going to manage remote and rural voting, I can’t say for sure, but I can’t imagine the long-grass community of Darwin will have the capacity to sort out their enrolment quickly.

There are a lot of things wrong about this whole thing – but one thing is for certain – if you want to exercise your right to vote and have the power to  decide on marking yes; marking no; or effectively boycotting the whole damn thing  – YOU NEED TO BE ENROLLED. Stop reading and GO HERE NOW AND CHECK YOUR STATUS: https://check.aec.gov.au/ . Right, now that you know you are enrolled correctly (or have sorted out your registration), you are good to go.

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Aside from the inherent methodological flaws that this glorified survey holds; aside from the fact that it will exclude many people from being able to participate and have their voices heard; and aside from the fact that it opens the door to some horrific levels of debate (the nonsensical, yet incredibly hurtful abuse targeting high profile people on Twitter is just the start); and aside from the fact that it isn’t held to the same standards around misleading advertising – its just a bit of a cop out.

We elect our parliamentarians to make these decisions as part of our chosen system of government. I’m not a huge Senator Dean Smith fan, but his efforts to get a bill up and running that at least had politicians filling their role failed to get off the ground. It was flawed, yes – but it called for elected officials to do their job. We’ve only had three previous national plebiscites in Australia – dealing with military service conscription (defeated), reinforcement of the Australian Imperial Force overseas (defeated), and choice of Australia’s national song (‘Advance Australia Fair’ was preferred).

“They go against the grain of a system in which we elect parliamentarians to make decisions on our behalf”.                                           – George Williams

What else will we have plebiscites for? What other decisions will our elected parliamentarians feel they are incapable to undertake without a survey of the people? Why bother with a Parliment at all, when we can just run the country on postal surveys? Mr Rabbot was laughed out of town when he proposed one for the mining tax. And why use the ABS rather than the AEC? Is it a chance to give them another go at running a big survey to see if they can improve on the last Census?

No sooner had the plebiscite been announced, there were high profile members of the LGBTQIA+ community calling for a boycott – including Michael Kirby. I read their opinions with much interest. What should I do? There are people urging us to vote – either way, just have our voices actually heard.

There are a few sides to this debate – the Liberal party have been quick to position themselves on the idea that a boycott is a “spit in the eye”; and while Peter Dutton says he will follow the vote of the people, I’m not holding my breath – particularly when some of his Liberal and National colleagues have made it clear they’ll ignore the result anyway. Unless it’s a no. I suppose they are on the side of encouraging us to vote, either way – but if the plebiscite has a terrible turn-out, with a failure to capture a representative sample of the population, it will be Peter Dutton’s $122 million dud – so of course he wants you to vote.

There are people, from the Marriage Equality side of things urging us to vote yes to change – and that boycott is playing right into the hands of everyone’s favourite Trump-Lite, Cory Bernardi. Now, Cory, known for his temperance, understanding and open-mindedness, just wants us to all get along and have a grown-up debate about the issue. People like Lyle Shelton, from the Australian Christian Lobby; just want to chat facts and freedom really. Lets acknowledge though, that “thoughtful debate” can still have an incredible impact on individuals – and this debate can impact not just on strangers you don’t care about, but your own family.

Now, there are sound arguments for participating, and voting yes – even if you don’t think it will do anything. If nothing else, you’ll force the no vote to expend resources campaigning and lobbying, you’ll make sure Dutton doesn’t have a clear escape clause, and you’ll give Cory plenty more airtime, which, since he left the Liberal party to find his own way – he has been lacking. I guess the thing for voting yes is – why not? If you vote isn’t worth anything and the Government ignore it (as they can, as it is on-binding) – then you’ve wasted time and pen ink. If it progresses marriage equality, it is a win – isn’t it?

 

Then the boycott. Michael Kirby has said he won’t take any part, feeling this whole process is treating him as a second class citizen. The Greens ruminating on the boycott. Some of the people who I see as LGBTQIA+ leaders in the twitter-sphere are working out their stance – and some are leaning hard towards a boycott. Sitting watching it all play out today, I was left wondering – what do I do as a respectful ally? Joining a boycott that I, arguably, have to right to join – seems disrespectful. Is voting just as disrespectful?

I’ve decided that the best thing for me to do is get my enrolment details confirmed; listen to the rational voices in the debate; try and be as supportive and protective as I can to my LGBTQIA+ friends; family and co-workers as possible; and wait for the LGBTQIA+ community to lead the way forwards. This is about their lives, their futures, their well-being.

Wading in too early with fixed views and a loud voice seems condescending, dis-empowering and tacky. I’m not in a place to act that way- given that a yes, a no or a boycott won’t impact on my life directly; no matter how I feel about it. It is time to listen, to learn and to support those who will be attacked or abused while this survey runs its course. Most of all, make sure you’re enrolled, informed and engaged – no matter what happens.

 

Down and dirty in Lancefield – SexRurality 2017

This August I was lucky enough to pack my bags and head across the land to rural Victoria. Lancefield to be exact. I was heading to SexRurality 2017, a small but vibrant conference put on by the University of Melbourne’s Centre for Excellence in Rural Sexual Health. As a rural-based PhD candidate, researching how to improve the coordination of sexual health interventions in small rural towns – I’d struggle to find a more relevant conference.

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I arrived in Victoria tired, excited and unsure what to make of this conference. I’d followed the 2015 instalment via Twitter and had liked what I had seen. This conference is primarily pitched at workers, researchers and educators in rural Victoria – I was unsure how relevant I would be to them, and what would be made of my presentation. Getting away to Lancefield was the culmination of an absolutely desperate couple of weeks – busy family life, hectic work and a few curve-balls thrown in along the way. Funding my trip was a stressful challenge – as a PhD student that has the privilege of undertaking my research sans scholarship (APA or otherwise), I found myself in the position that my School would fund my trip – provided I was presenting. Except abstract acceptance took a little while. They would also fund certain things upfront, others I would need to claim reimbursement. After a fragile few weeks that bordered on financial ruin, my abstracts were accepted, money flowed where it needed and I was buckling my seatbelt and stowing my hand luggage.DGGWWBJV0AADfXU

Lancefield seemed nice. Nestled near the Macedon Ranges, it is a tiny country town, with a quiet main street. I wandered around the afternoon before the conference trying to get a feel for the place. It was so close to Melbourne (75kms), but felt so far at the same time. It was, thankfully close enough that coffee in the local cafe was good and cheap! SexRurality was being held at a winery conference venue. It was going to be a tough few days.

Our conference kicked off as any should – with a heartfelt, informative and challenging Welcome to Country. Given how we came to be in possession of this land, I have no problem when a Welcome to Country touches on the removal of land and property and makes you uncomfortable. How can we understand where we are going, if we cannot acknowledge the past? Perry Wandin delivered this Welcome to Country. We were meeting on Wurundjeri land – and from what I had seen of it so far, it was beautiful. Perry gave us a bit of history of the area, told us about the Healesville mission, about Coranderrk, its granting to the Wurundjeri people and its removal when local farmers decided the land was too profitable to be in the hands of Aboriginals. Perry’s delivery was relaxed, passionate and informed. He gave me a glimpse of what had come before us in the area, and a hope of what could come.

We had a solid opening session. Professor Bill Adam welcomed us to the conference and touched on the need to train rural health workers in the rural setting. In order to get people in to the country, you need to train them – but you can’t just drop them there as juniors or students and hope for the best. There must be training for the trainers. Centralisation of training not just an issue for rural Victoria – it is incredibly challenging to do post-graduate or doctoral study in rural WA.

MP, Mary-Anne Thomas delivered a welcome address and launched the CERSH online modules on Rural Sexual Health Care. Thomas is the Labor Member for Macedon – and I have to admit, gave an impressive address. I’ve seen many an MP “phone-in” conference addresses. There was, of course, a nod towards the work her Government was doing, but what I appreciated was the sincere engagement with the topic and the context – Thomas spoke like someone who understood rural sexual health, not just read a briefing note. Thomas encouraged everyone present to “keep making waves and ripples”. This I appreciated.

 

Louise Galloway spoke on strategy developments to address stigma and discrimination as part of State wide policy in Blood borne virus and sexually transmitted infection control. Galloway asked us – what target is acceptable for stigma and discrimination? Her team were trying to set an appropriate target and agreed, you must set a target of zero. Associate Professor Jane Tomnay, gave us an overview of the work that CERSH was undertaking – and highlighted that there was not a single piece of work that CERSH did on its own. Tomnay noted that a lack of specialisation is a key characteristic of workers in rural areas who address sexual health. This is a key component of my own research – it’s no ones job. While this is an issue, there will be no improvement in specialisation any time soon, so we have to find ways to harness this generalist approach and find intersections in roles and improve collaboration. Professor Chris Fairly rounded out the morning session giving a clear and interesting presentation on the importance of government policy in addressing sexual health; how policy is more important that individual choice in this area.

After the break, we heard from Deakin University researchers and peer educators on the Sexual Lives and Respectful Relationships project – a program focussed on intellectual disability and sexuality. We were asked if supporting people with intellectual disability part if your core business – and it was highlighted within the presentation that accessibility takes more than a ramp, but a whole system approach. The SL&RR project peer educators gave us an insight in to what the project was really about and the type of content that was delivered. The program isn’t about teaching slang for body part and sex, about setting the rules on who you can hug and how, or about condom use. Its focuses on conversations, facilitation and community connections.

Our next presenter was author, Clementine Ford. Now, Clementine is known by everyone to be a man hating femi-nazi that won’t rest until women are all that is left of the human race. She makes grown men cry on the interwebs; says really mean things; and spews streams of misandry laced with vitriol. This is according to the bands of MRAs on Twitter (they even sent ME a few tweets once they knew I was sharing a presentation room with her). I’m a big fan of Ford. Her book is excellent, challenging; uncomfortable reading – and I was nervously excited by what would have to say.

flagFord talked about many things. Reproductive rights were a key theme; reproductive labour and child rearing responsibilities; how women die from abortion when it is unsafe; that access to abortion is a fundamental right. Ford urged us to change the conversation and perception of who actually accesses abortion; and to stop fighting the pro-life movement using pro-life language. Ford spoke about how abortion is not a first line choice for contraception for people – but it should not be excluded from the conversation when we plan and talk about it.

The question time for both presentations was intense. It was interesting. It was challenging. And after everything that was discussed, I felt like I’d learnt many things. One of them was how poor post-partum health care is and how much better it needs to be. There was a lot of passion in the room about the pelvic floor and its recovery. I felt schooled. kegel-chat

The afternoon sessions were split streams. I missed a significant chunk of time from one session, having a great conversation with Ford in the dining room. I wasn’t kidding about being a fan, and the opportunity to have a conversation with an author I respect was not something I could miss (and an embarrassing request to sign her book). Ford was incredibly generous with her time, given the juggling of responsibilities and engagements, and I’m really grateful of the time she gave me. We talked about men, about empathy, about dance, about a few things really – and I have to say, its surprising (not surprising) how wrong MRAs (and a fair chunk of Twitter) are about Ford (given their views on feminism, maybe not a shock). Despite all the Twitter warnings that I would be dismembered or beheaded; I was left with a great appreciation of a hard-working author, a list of books and papers to Google, and a signed copy of Fight Like a Girl. I know right, who’d have thought.

I rejoined the conference and jumped in to learning about how people were improving sexual health through social media and digital technology. Anna Roberts gave us a run down how Gippsland Women’s Health had used their #areyoucovered campaign to let young people in their region know where to get their paws on contraception from condom vending machines. They even had local governments competing against each other to see who could move the most “units”. Way to go harnessing those small town rivalries. I say we do the same. I’m looking at you Mt Barker.

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Linette Etheredge explained her PhD project engaging young people on intimate relationships through digital technology. One of the things that stuck with me from this presentation was, aside from the content; it is so hard to explore what young people think about sex, sexuality and relationships when we can’t get ethics to study them. This group need protection from exploitation, but given how many young people are sexually active at an age younger than what we can feasible get ethics to ask them about it – how do we support them? Megan Lim from the Burnet Institute, delivered findings from their online survey on young people’s perceptions on the impact of online pornography. It was noted that watching pornography online was common and frequent in both genders – with both genders noting problematic use.

The afternoon was a fantastic panel discussion on diversity, equity, rural life and sexual health. From the provision of care to refugee women living with HIV in the rural setting, to dealing with female genital mutilation, to improving how we address sex, pleasure and diversity, to addressing the needs of queer youth, to using a consortium model to improve sexual health outcomes for young people. There were simple solutions to complex challenges – things as pure as being respectful and watching your language; finding solutions to clinic booking systems, from being flexible with bookings to code-words to improve confidentiality; to just being flexible in general. Franklin John-Leader gave a key quote for me in the context of finding solutions in your region- in that “you can’t wait for people with magic bullets”. My entire PhD project was started on that idea – there wasn’t anyone else coming to do this.

It was a huge first day. I was pretty nervous about day two – and my chance to speak. I was tired from hearing from such fantastic presenters. We headed off for the usual canapes, drinks and dinner. This was a sexual health conference, not a nutrition conference, so the food wasn’t too healthy, there was cheese and cured meat and fantastic local wine. Don’t judge me. I was self-determinating. We also had great entertainment from the very talented Benny Walker. Playing to a room full of networking delegates is tough, but this guy was great.

Day two kicked off hard and fast. Marilyn Beaumont, OAM and Buga Up Alumni, got us rolling with a stirring and powerful reminder of the importance of advocacy in women’s health. Beaumont gave us the history of improving access to abortion in Victoria and the incredible amount of sacrifice and effort that their group went to. There was a standing ovation. It was deserved. To hear from this person, and the amazing work she and her colleagues did to advance human rights in Victoria (and Australia) was humbling, inspiring and a privilege.

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Dr Paddy Moore followed to give the current context of abortion service provision and access in rural Victoria. Circa 2013, the single most common reason for women to travel to Royal Women’s Hospital was to access abortion with many women travelling from across rural Victoria to access abortion services at this central. Moore spoke of the need to continue to improve rural access to services – in town, not in the city; and how they had gone about doing this. Dr Alan Hulme Chambers followed, to explain systems, statistics and stories of medical termination of pregnancy – and highlighted the need to maintain advocacy alongside service and system development. Hulme spoke of the importance of building local networks and ties for improving on the ground intelligence; and trust. These things were critical in delivering services in rural area. All spoke of the complications of providing abortion services in rural towns with abortion provider stigma and community politic – and how despite overwhelming public support of medical termination, health services still don’t advertise due to fear of backlash.

The late morning session was sexual health research in rural communities. I was up. I tried my best to focus on my fellow presenters and tried my hardest not to break in to a large sweat. There was a presentation giving a comparison between metro and regional medical and nursing care; Stephanie Atchison stepped out of her lab to present on the (lack) of knowledge HPV in Australian Men; Emily Grant told us about her roving exploration of the Barwon South West region in search of condoms (to assess for young people’s access). Vendors hiding condoms above the cigarettes to stop them being stolen, condom vending machines in weird places and a general lack of access were the key themes.

Shannon Hill presented on the referral pathways and practices in rural Victoria – with a lack of clear pathways, confusions and inconsistent knowledge common. Next up, was me. It was a kind crowd and there were mainly positive reviews. A big thank you to Siobhan Bourke for snapping me, and thanks to everyone that didn’t leave. Declan McGavin rounded of the session with his presentation on practice nurse and practice manager perspectives on sexual health discussions with older Australians. We can’t forget “older” Australian’s are having sex. As one of my nursing lecturers once said to me – when would you like to stop, pick an age.

Lunch was eaten with the appetite of a man relieved to no longer have to present – a tired content that bordered on an inability to re-engage with the conference at all. If you’ve presented, you know what I mean – it’s not that you don’t WANT to get back in to it, it is just that the pressure is off, you can relax, and a nap would be amazing. I held off on the nap, ponied up and went back for more.

Jack Nelson, from CERSH, spoke about their SHOUT project. One of the things that really stuck in my mind about this presentation was the analysis of previous poster campaigns by young people. The language on the posters didn’t match with the young people’s own language – it was trying to be cool. That was lost on them. Anna Roberts doubled up to talk about trying to get schools to engage in collaboration to deliver relationships and sexuality education. Results hadn’t been amazing – and goes to show, even with incentives, sexual health can be a hard sell. It was also great to hear about things that weren’t working so well – we can learn from struggles as much as success. Eileen Berry, professional journalist come sexual health resource creator presented/was interviewed about developing her parent guides resource. As well as giving us a great insight into what is basically a passion project (of wonderful merit) and how it came to be, Eileen also gave us some great tips on dealing with the media, the best being:

“There is no such thing as a free lunch, if you’ve got a lot of secrets – don’t go lunch”.

We wrapped the conference with a review of all the sessions – there was so much great content. Then wearily, everyone headed off, back to reality. Back to places where sexual health is nobody’s job; where no one is that interested in young people getting condoms; where abortion is judged through a moral lens; were the world is binary and there is much contradiction. We’ll go back to worlds where people will want to argue the definition of rural. Where people will say, yes, ok, sounds important, but what about the ice problem? Where feminism is a dirty word.

I was going back to WA. Back to my little office. Back alone, muddling through a project that at times seems obvious and unwanted. At least we know, come 2019, somewhere in rural Victoria, we might all come back together again, to be around friends, to search for solutions, collaborations and ways to make sure sexual health is on the agenda. In the meantime, I’ll be here:

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Young Crew and Severe Injury

I have spent some time working with young people on a program attempting to engage them on the concept of choices and consequences, particularly around partying and road safety. It was hard work. It was enjoyable work. Most importantly, it was work that allowed me to hang out with young people and hope that they cared about what I had to say. It sometimes felt a lot like high school.

When you’re in high school you are desperate for people to like you. To talk to you. To think that you are worthy of their attention and they you have something interesting and useful to say. There is so much at stake. What if they hate me? What if what I say sucks? My work allowed me to return to those anxieties, but at seemingly much higher stakes. I wasn’t just hanging out at lunchtime with young crew, I was trying to convince them that keeping their limbs on was worth their attention.

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Until recently I worked on a project that involved coordinating and delivering a program that focused on reducing youth trauma – particularly trauma resulting from drinking or high risk behaviour. I was basically trying to teach teenagers how to not be stupid. And really, the focus is predominately on young men not being stupid. In 2016, a staggering 71% of trauma patients through the major trauma centre in WA (15-24 year old age bracket) were young men. And primarily young men that had taken stupid, high risk choices. From my home region – young people accounted for 25% of people killed or seriously injured on our local roads between 2004 and 2013. The excuses of the excesses of youth, the difficulties in delivering programmes or vagrancies of funding can’t be excuses for not trying to educate this group.

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I was involved in a really fun program to deliver. I am also the first person to admit it wasn’t always perfect. It could always have been improved, expanded, built upon. Health promotion is most effective when delivered as part of a structured program that is embedded in to multiple areas; rather than one-off field trips – but when you only have the capacity to deliver the one-offs, you have to decide whether one-off interventions are better than no interventions. We endeavoured to ensure the program was delivered in conjunction with other projects and programs, but occasionally it was purely stand-alone. I know what the research says, but sometimes you can only do what you can do.

A major challenge involved in running a project like this, was stakeholder management. So many stakeholders, all very important to the project, all with different needs, goals and motivations for their involvement. There were tense moments during development and delivery that would have been easier to manage with less people to worry about, but that may have reduced the efficacy of the program or the internal and external support. It was a delicate balancing game.

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After navigating the stress of just getting the project up and running – my main joy was delivering the actual program days. Delivering programs to young people takes a significant amount of energy. You have to just go for it and second best will not do. Program days would first involve juggling presenters and pretending on top of everything; then once that was under control the real fun would begin. It would be my turn to hurtle head first in to an awaiting pack of rabid youths, desperate to make my mark, or at the very least, a smeary smudge against the windshield of their youthful egos.

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That is where when head back to high school. Now, this was not peer-education. I’m old. Like grey hair, married with children old. I am so not lit. Sure, I’ve met young people and some of them have even spoken to me in a consensual two way conversation – but I am O. L. D. The young crew I was speaking to were generally in the sticky, messy part of the teenage dream, where parties, booze, sex and risk taking come crashing together with awkwardness, naivety and acne. I’m old enough (if I’d made some dramatic life choices) to be their dad. Or at least their uncle. In fact, for one of the kids – I was their uncle. Now, that was a tough day of trying to balance role duality. The challenges of working in regional areas.

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So, how do you make yourself relevant when speaking to young people without making yourself a grade-A example of an epic toolie? The first step is to sincerely acknowledge that you are not their peer, you are old and you do not know what they are going through. Aside from the fact that this is 90% the truth, it helps establish that you aren’t trying to be cool – you’re trying to be useful.

One thing that was VERY successful for me and a I recommend to anyone working with young people: don’t be afraid to ridicule yourself. It helps reduce the feeling that you are holier than thou and preaching to the group. I never felt that I lost standing mixing strong messages with some self targeted ribbing. One of the most talked about slides from my presentations has been my then and now picture. I use it to introduce the concept of choices and consequences to the program – mainly my poor choices in hair style and fashion.

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Another tip: find a concept and deliver it well. We worked hard on the choices and consequences concept – reduce your risks, help your mates, beware the ripple effect. Trying to convince a group of young people that a potentially silly error could lead to ongoing and possibly lifelong effects is a tough sell – one that can be achieved through making what you are talking about real, relatable and raw. A participant has to be able to put themselves or someone they know in the picture.

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The ripple effect was one of the key tenements of the program. It sprung in to existence from almost nowhere one day and became a core principle of explaining the concept of road trauma to young people. We don’t give young people much credit – they can be portrayed as lazy and self-absorbed. An unfair generalisation that doesn’t allow for the fact that there is great compassion and empathy in amongst our young crew. I would often explain the concept that health workers – the paramedics, doctors and nurses that dealt with front-line trauma are not robots. They are people, with families, and friends and lives that went on beyond delivering emergency health care. The concept that their decisions may actually impact on me and my children’s lives proved to be surprisingly effective in gaining their attention.

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Another pointer: tell real stories. Scenarios are great. Real life is even better. I have, unfortunately, lost far too many friends and peers through road accidents. Some were drinking driving. Some were speeding. Some remain unexplained, many, many years later. All were young men. All were tragedies. All ripped the heart and soul out of families, communities, sporting groups. There is nothing like the jarring finality of the loss of a young life through road trauma. There is a jarring reality when you stand in front of a group of young people and speak candidly about how hard it can be to see the mother of a dead friend, even years later. Explain the times you catch yourself day dreaming about the possible children a mate could have had, what type of dad he may have been, what type of partner. Retelling the reality of a life lost aids with cut-through.

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There was great opportunities to learn from the groups. Not just from what they were saying, but their actions, their responses, their feedback. There is something really exposing about presenting to young people (if you care). You are putting yourself out there – and they will provide direct and cutting feedback if what you are serving up isn’t to standard. The groups I spoke to had no qualms in questioning what was presented, how it was presented. They were fair but harsh critics – and they demand the best of you as a presenter.

The content we delivered was hard going and the manner it was interactive, challenging and occasionally fun. There can be a misconception that if you are learning about a serious topic you can’t enjoy yourself. It is widely accepted that children learn best through play. Surely adults and young adults are the same. This week I was reading an article by Dorothy Lucardie, who highlights that having fun and experiencing enjoyment were recognised by adult learners and teachers as a significant motivators to attendance and learning the knowledge and skills; while fun and enjoyment were considered a mechanism that encouraged concentration by learners and helped in the absorption of learning. We shouldn’t be afraid of making learning about serious topics fun. Why not engage a group, have them invested and involved when talking about the challenges of managing a trauma patient?

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The element of fun, some self-depreciation and relatability and acknowledging that while I definitely wasn’t a peer, I was at least worth listening to – meant that I had a lot of fun delivering this program and excellent feedback from my harsh, teen critics. Delivering alongside some exceptional presenters made my job that little bit easier, and definitely ensured that we had maximum impact on participants. This project was heavily evaluated, and the feedback forms were always glowing – but the biggest things that I would take from delivering the program were the unexpected outcomes, the remembrances, and the relationships with my fellow presenters.

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The value in presenting that program was always the things on top of the content. The outcomes no-one knew would exist. Two male students chose to study nursing after attending the project, changing their study preferences in perhaps the biggest professional compliment I have ever received. One student spent the day seemingly ignoring the key points of the program, before everything clicked in the final 15 minutes of the day. He solemnly shook my hand at the end of the day, staying back explicitly to do so – and still welcomes me in the street 2 years after he attended the program. The young people who remind me they were participants as they serve me coffee in local cafes, thanking me for the program. The parents who approach me and tell me their child raved about the program at home and that they hope it continues. Those were the things that made it really worthwhile, and are the things that cannot be captured on an evaluation or wider expansion of a program. The intangibles, the connections you make, the moments of realisation in a participant’s eyes. You can’t capture that – but it makes it worth throwing so much of yourself in to it.