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Isolated and Alone

Being a Trans woman no one really invites you round for coffee or phones up to say hey put the kettle on, it's funny, but if I didn't do the job I do, I doubt I would have anyone to chat with.

So being on lockdown, isn't all that different to every normal day, it's the "not having the ability to see and chat with my customers" is hard.


Isolation isn't really a problem for me, no one ever pops round for coffee and cake, and I never get invited anywhere unless its because they have no heating or a plumbing issue. I have no idea why that is, but if you look at things like I do, as an engineer, I am only liked because of what I do instead of who I am.

Those who really know me, know I like to chat, even though I hate my voice, and so not having that ability to talk to people during the lockdown is extremely difficult. Lets face it, it's mainly customers that I talk to daily, and not having that ability on a daily basis, is whats going to grind away at my sanity (yes ok I can hear some of you saying - Sarah Sane Never???).

So on that premise of me missing the ability to chat the hind legs of a donkey, I have started to make some video blogs, just some general chit chat stuff, mainly for my son,

What prompted this was a few years ago I saw an advert at Christmas, well it wasn't really an advert, you'll have to watch it for yourself, as heart breaking the video is, I decided to record some shortish video blogs for my son, in the event of my untimely demise,

Some of the reasons why I'm doing these Video Blogs are...

1, Not having the ability to chat with my mum, or listen to her voice - even 7 years after she's gone.

2, Not knowing if one has contracted the virus or not, despite taking precautions, my cough changed on Monday with my throat being really dry not matter how much I'm drinking, this could just be down to the dust floating around in the 2 boiler rooms but we worked in, obviously I'm not taking any chances of passing it on, so we closed up shop on Monday.

3, As I live on my own, and lets face it no one contacts me unless their heating is broken so no one will know if I croak, Jasper (my raging German Shepherd) would probably eat me, and that would be that.

Although I am trying to keep positive, and thankfully I have Jasper, which does help, for the past 5 months I have been thinking about getting my shit in order, that's another long post, but thinking like the rest of us, I can put that off until tomorrow, is never a good plan of action.

If you made it this far I applaud you, even Jasper is sighing because I have ignored him for 30 mins, yes I am not the fastest typist ever. Now you know why I like to chat and not type on frgging facebook.

So here is a link to that video below

Love is a Gift


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