On the eighth day of the eighth month of the worst year of my life unending amounts of salt are poured on my gaping wound that continues to bleed. My life’s work got pissed on today.
I’m contemplating doing the unthinkable. For the first time in 9 years I'm going through an ideological crisis. A party that dumps Rudd and Rann, the two politicians I identify with most ideologically and politically, and (more importantly) a party which supports a National Disability Insurance Scheme is a party in which I question my membership. My party no longer belongs to me, nor does my belief that supporting a major party helps to achieve slow and gradual change. I have advocated to abolish the NDIS loud and long for the entire year and yet my concerns have fallen on deaf and unwilling ears to those who can change the policy's outcome.
The main reason I joined the ALP was to change the disability sector. I am disgusted that the Government is blindly following such ridiculous recommendations from the Productivity Commission's report. The government does this without considering the impact that this disgraceful policy will have on my life, for the rest of my life. You can add a million other people with disabilities with a variety of impairments whom none of us know to that list too.
I have decided therefore to take a leave of absence from the party until I figure out what I want from my political life, because this is not it. In the meantime I will continue to lobby both the State and Federal Government to have the NDIS in its current form overturned. Party colleagues have advised me to stay the course and I probably will, but I won’t be so generous with my time, resources and devotion ever again If I decide to continue within the Party.
The ‘Light on the Hill’ has given me an electric shock today and I have been burned.