Sometimes the simplest things are the hardest to explain.
I have spent the best part of two years ‘stuck’ on the Sunshine Coast with no place to live on my own in Brisbane, but enough support to have ‘in home care’ at my parents' house. As of last Friday, the situation has reversed. I now have a place of my own in Brisbane, but the Queensland Government are unable to provide money for ‘in home care’ in the capital. Even though the locations are just one hundred kilometers away, my funding is not transferrable from the Sunshine Coast to Brisbane. The humanitarians that comprise the Newman Government decided to cut my stream of funding for my impending transfer two weeks ago when they handed down their first budget. For me to move the bureaucrats at Disability Services Queensland (DSQ) will have to pull something out of thin air. The time line for my move is once again uncertain.
The politics of my particular circumstances are largely irrelevant, but my personal circumstances are not. Understandably the Housing Commission cannot 'allow' me to sign my lease unless I have ‘in home care’. It is an occupational health and safety situation you see. They cannot ‘allow’ me to sit in my own shit and piss without readily available access to food. But DSQ will ‘allow’ my mental health to be compromised by preventing my move to Brisbane, taking away my freedom of choice, my independence, and my basic human right to live my life the way I choose to live it.
In doing so the Government is stifling every aspect of my life: preventing new friendships from being created, limiting my ability to learn basic life skills, halting the progress of my academic career, and stopping me from achieving my most important goals. Am I angry about these things? Somewhat. But that is not what infuriates me the most. These circumstances are merely emblematic of my life as a whole. For every piece of good news comes bad news.
All I am asking for is what every other person my age takes for granted. I want to take control of my life. I wish to make my own decisions. I want to fulfill my own destiny. I want to develop more life changing friendships. I want my life to be mine. Instead it is in the hands of people who have never even met me.
If these all sound like reasonable requests then why are they so hard to achieve?