Sunday lunchtime on International Wonen's Day. I'm home listening to opera on yet another grey day. Grey or not the fight for equality, safety and acceptance goes on. As an unknowing and weak ally I can only add my quiet voice of support to the extraordinary women I know.
Tired is probably the best way to describe me. An intense working week assessing the White Paper on SEND Reform filled my week with review and analysis. That work, a distilled version, will soon be presented to the Executive Board of the Trust.
Getting noticed in high places is not something I seek and if I'm honest makes me feel uncomfortable. But it is happening.
The way forward may be too radical to be seen as evolutionary. The report has profound implications for our staff, our training and our model. I've been saying this from day 1. We must change.
Most importantly it means that children and young people caught in the nether world between mild to severe will finally get support. That must be a good thing.
Aside from my work my recent brush with devilry still impacts and hurts. But I still get through each day.
Next weekend I will be home by the sea with my family and friends. Let us hope the sun shines and I can walk along the beach, hear the gulls and the wind and see the waves breaking.
I Heard a Voice.
No comments:
Post a Comment