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DigiKnow I Have Strong Feelings About Wheelie Bins

During my time as a post graduate student I developed a slight obsession with wheelie bins. As unlikely as it sounds the giant multicoloured plastic structures became a symbol of digital exclusion.

I’m a massive fan of digital, professionally, personally, as part of education, as a fun pastime I’m there for ALL of it, but there was a point in recent history where “they” took away the choice. The point where a decision was made to force people to do things online instead of via human interaction. This point is called Digital By Default.

It is now policy that access to all government services at local and national level should primarily be done digitally. Information is found online, applications are done online, payments are done online and all associated support is found online. Digital is now the default for taxing your car, claiming your benefits, filing your tax returns and even ordering new wheelie bins from your local authority.

I understand why. I appreciate the benefits to both the authorities and the general public. There is a huge financial pay off to digitising access to services and doing things online allows for 24 hour access. No more queuing at the Post Office on your lunch break to tax your car, you can do it online whenever you want. Members of the public no longer have to wait on hold for the “next available operator” you can order a new wheelie bin on the council website.

My problem with all this fantastic progress, is that digital has become more than a way to access these services, in many cases it has become the only way to access these services. I have to do my tax return online. I have to order council services online and since every branch of every single bank in my village closed, I have to do the vast majority of my banking online. My life has become digital by default, which is absolutely fine and has no detrimental effect on my life whatsoever.

So why am I moaning about it?

Digital by default works well for people who own a computer, have a decent broadband package and know how to confidently access the internet and complete a series of tasks. For those who don’t match this description, digital by default is more problematic. For those who don’t match this description, digital by default raises some very serious questions, such as:

  • Who is digitally excluded?
  • Who is educationally disadvantaged?
  • Who is socially excluded?
  • Who is at risk financially?

When everything is digital by default – who gets left behind?

I started using computers at school in the late 80s and I’ve been using a computer at work since the start of the 90s. I used to be a personnel administrator and at that time, every individual employee had an orange folder with their name on the front, that contained all their paperwork such as their original application form, their sick card, their late card and any other documents related to their employment. Everything was in the orange folder and the folders were stored in a collection of filing cabinets.

In 1990 I returned from maternity leave to find that the filing cabinets had gone and all the desks had computers on them connected to a mainframe HR system. A couple of years later I went on maternity leave again and when I came back the computers had changed and we now had Windows machines. I missed the training because I’d been at home playing with my baby and as a result kept waving my mouse in the air, because I didn’t realise that it had to stay on the desk!

Over time the hardware and software changed, but through working in various admin positions, I got used to using computers as part of my every day life. Every change was met with some form of training package and if anything broke, I simply reported my problem to IT. In the mid 90s we bought our first PC, which meant that we had the internet at home, courtesy of the good folks at AOL. I have been using computers day in and day out for years. I work in digital and compared to most of my friends and family, I’m really good at tech stuff. I use the internet for work, for fun for everything. I use it to socialise and even use it as part of my parenting from time to time. Why shout up a flight of stairs, when you can simply Snapchat your kid a picture of the bin they still haven’t emptied? (and laugh to yourself)

This long term relationship with technology may be fairly typical for lots of people, but it is definitely not the case for lots and lots of others.

If I had to request a new wheelie bin, I would prefer to ring the council and order one, but now I can’t. I can still try, but whilst I’m on hold the music will be regularly interrupted by a voice telling me that it’s quicker and easier to do everything on the website. If I’m willing to ignore this advice and stay on hold for an extended period of time and play several rounds of the press 1 for this, press two for that game and hold out for a human interaction, the chances are that I’ll be told that the only way to order a new wheelie bin is to do it online. Despite my stubbornness, it’s not really a big deal. Ordering my wheelie bins by phone is merely a preference, I can easily follow the recommended procedure. It’s not a big deal, but for many people it is.

People are regularly told to “just go online” (even if they don’t own a computer) or “just download the app” (even if they have an 8MB iPhone 4 with no room for any more apps) people without computers are told to “just nip to the library” (even if they don’t know what to do when they get there) and that is why I’m moaning.

If you need to claim Universal Credit you have to complete that application online. There is NO alternative. Digital is the only way and the consequences of not completing the online process correctly can have devastating consequences.

Despite the fact that I’ve mentioned them a lot over the last few paragraphs,  I rarely have to actually order wheelie bins, but it’s an easy way to illustrate an example of digital exclusion and although I’m not personally disadvantaged by digital by default, I can see so many groups of people who are.

Having moaned about the government’s digital by default policy for at least two years, I’ve finally found a way to do something about it – sort of. I can’t stop them forcing people online, but I can teach people what to do when they get there.

I joined the Online Centre’s Network and deliver free training to anybody interested in developing their online skills. So whether you’re not sure how to switch on a computer or you already do lots of things online, but would like to know how to do something specific such as: online banking, claiming universal credit or finding health information, you can access free training through businesses like mine. I’m part of the DigiKnow scheme which aims to get Stockport residents online.

Q. When is a cake shop not a cake shop?

A. When it’s a pop up training centre.

As part of my DigiKnow commitment, I decided to deliver training to people in my local community, but since I usually work from home, I needed a venue. The owner of a local bakery called the Dutch Apron said that I can use the front of her shop for a month, so I’ll be spending the rest of March running workshops and drop in sessions for anybody interested in getting on the internet or developing their confidence online. They don’t even need a computer because I’ve bought four laptops and have a portable wifi hub. I don’t know how many people I’ll see between now and the end of the month, but even if only a handful of people come along, it will be worth it.

So whilst it’s true that I am still slightly obsessed with wheelie bins, that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

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Volunteering – Advice for both sides of the coin

Volunteering is a big part of my life. It is something I do regularly in a variety of different guises. The very short version of this post (TL/DR) can be summed up in two main points:

  • If you are interested in volunteering – Give it a try.
  • If you are working with volunteers – Don’t be a dick.

For those of you with more time on your hands, here are some of my thoughts about volunteering, based on my own experiences and those of people I know.

As I said earlier, volunteering is a fairly big part of my life. I didn’t intentionally set out to become a serial volunteer, it just happened over time. Even if I have no intention of getting involved, if the reasons are strong enough and you don’t have enough people to do the jobs that need doing, then I’ll help you. I have a pretty big skill set, so you can guarantee that I’ll be a useful member of the team. On the rare occasions that you don’t need any of my digital, event management, organisational or admin skills, I can lug boxes, I can drive places and I’m happy to be the loud one that stands up in front of a crowd and makes announcements or shouts out raffle ticket numbers.

I’m an all in kind of person. If I do something, I will always do it to the best of my ability and I’m helpful by nature so if I can help, then I will and I’ll do my best to make a good job of it. From running a primary school parent teacher association (PTA) to lugging gazebos for the market ran by the local traders association, I’m in. Being a volunteer is rarely glamorous and isn’t always easy but it’s always worth it and if I didn’t do the things I do – who else would?

Volunteering is usually quite enjoyable, you often meet new people and get the chance to pick up some new skills. As a serial volunteer I have two pieces of advice for those thinking of volunteering:

  • Just give it a try
  • Don’t overcommit

If you’re not sure that you have enough time to volunteer for something, then I’ll let you into a secret, very few people have time to be a volunteer, we just make the time to do what we can. If somebody needs something doing on a Tuesday morning but you’re at work then you can’t help them, but maybe you can do something else or help another time. Some things can’t be moved e.g. family commitments, employment or whatever, but the idea that the only people who can volunteer for things are those with lots of free time is 99.9% false.

Another common falsehood is the idea that only certain people get to do things or that you have to be part of a special clique. If something needs doing, it will still need doing even if Barbara’s best friend Valerie (or whoever) isn’t the one doing it. This idea is fairly common in primary school PTAs where the perception of smug mums swanning in and out of the staff room, leads people to think that you have to be part of a special club to be on first name terms with the Head Master. Having been the Chair of our local PTA I can categorically state that I would have given anything for a few more bodies to step up and help man stalls at the Christmas Fair.

My personal experience of volunteering is that it’s a place to make more friends, not the opposite. I didn’t know many people when I took over the PTA, joined the WordPress community or joined the charity I help run, but I do now and I count some of those people amongst my closest friends. Try to look past any smug mums you encounter in PTAs or perceived experts at tech meet ups. Things are not always what they seem and if from time to time you come across people who don’t act the way one would expect, that’s on them, not you, so don’t let that put you off. There are lots of reasons why people don’t volunteer, including drama created by other volunteers. Running around the playground loudly announcing how busy you are isn’t the best way to get more people to join the PTA!

Over commitment can be a big problem for volunteers. If you’re not sure that you’ll be able to do something then please make that clear at the time. Nobody deliberately sets out to let people down, but if you agree to do too much then it’s a big possibility that things will end badly. Every single project I have ever been involved with, includes a percentage of people who are there at the beginning volunteering for things, that somebody else ends up stepping in at the last minute and doing. It’s easy to get over enthusiastic at introductory meetings whilst everybody is brainstorming, but in the long run its stressful and unhelpful for everybody. Likewise if you sign up for something and your circumstances change, which means that you need to dial back, then let somebody know. Nobody will have a problem with that, but somebody needs to make alternative arrangements and they can’t do that if they don’t know that whatever it is, isn’t being done. Make sure that you give regular feedback on any areas you’re working on and always speak up if there are any problems. 

On the other side of the coin, if you are working with volunteers then my advice to you is as follows:

  • Don’t be a dick (most people don’t need to be told this)
  • Be respectful of people’s time
  • Don’t make it about you
  • Don’t let other volunteers push you around 

I’m lucky enough that I have only limited experience of being on the receiving end of other volunteers behaving badly and the majority of the ones that did, didn’t mean to, but I know of some genuine horror stories. People who yell at other volunteers (hard to believe but absolutely true) or belittle them because they think they know better, are a special breed of unpleasant for everyone.

If you’re part of a team that volunteers their time for free, then respect your team mates. You’re no more special than anybody else, so don’t use your good deeds to go off on a power trip and make other people question whether they want to be part of it. Do not make it about you. 

Respecting other people’s time is an important part of volunteering, as the work is generally on top of whatever else they do. If you are responsible for a project that involves managing volunteers please try to avoid making things take more time and effort than necessary. 

Another helpful piece of advice for those managing projects with volunteers is: Don’t let other volunteers push you around. Occasionally you’re so busy trying to be fair to everybody involved in the project, that you let other people harangue you into agreeing to stupid things. Sometimes you have to stand your ground. 

 

My biggest volunteering commitment is to a small charity called SPACE. We’re an ADHD Support Group. I originally joined the group in the 90s when my daughter was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. The diagnosis helped everything about her make sense and explained why nothing I tried previously ever worked. I went along to my first meeting in 2004 and I didn’t leave. Over time I needed to ‘take’ less from the group which allowed me to ‘give’ more. I stopped needing support from the group (most of the time) but was able to use my experiences to support other parents.

As a parent of an adult with ADHD I’m proof of the light at the end of the tunnel and my daughter is proof that unruly kids can turn into smart, capable, well adjusted adults. The SPACE group was started by a group of parents who needed a service that didn’t exist, so they created it. I’m now one of four parents that runs the charity. Those services are still needed, so people like me and my friends are still here providing them. I take the lead on digital things – I’m a web developer and digital marketer so why would I not use those skills to help other people going through the same struggles I’ve already lived though? I’m also the Treasurer, not because I’m brilliant with money, but because I know how to fill in Mickey Mouse forms, know my way around a spreadsheet and can be quite officious about making people hand over receipts when I have to!

A day in the life of a volunteer at a small charity is a pretty mixed bag and involves a combination of learning constantly, working with no time and usually working with no money. Everything is currently done at either zero or very close to zero cost, which brings challenges and requires a lot of creativity. Fortunately it matters enough to make every minute worth it.

 

 

 

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The Cap, The Gown and The Niggle. Graduation 2018

On Wednesday I graduated from Manchester Metropolitan University with a Post Graduate Diploma in Digital Marketing Communications. I had an amazing day. I got to see the friends I made on my course and the team of fantastic lecturers. I attended the faculty reception and visited the team in my office. I bought a new dress, posed for photographs in a cap and gown and swished about in my cape. I walked proudly across that stage, gave a couple of little waves to my daughters who were watching from high up in the auditorium and clip clopped back to my seat without falling over or doing anything ridiculous.  It was brilliant.

There is only one thing that could have made my day better and it’s a tiny little thing, a niggle, but it’s there and I’m not sure it’s going to go. The niggle is that I have a Post Graduate Diploma and I wanted a Masters Degree. I studied for a masters but settled for a diploma when it became clear that my brain wasn’t going to consistently cooperate for long enough to write a ten thousand word dissertation.

I left high school in 1987 with a mix of GCSEs and CSEs in a range of subjects with fairly average grades so the fact that I went into higher education and not only have a degree but also have a post graduate qualification is fairly impressive, but although I’m immensely proud of what I’ve achieved so far, to coin a Love Island phrase, I’m happy, but I could be happier. I came for a masters and I left with a diploma and that’s the niggle. I didn’t achieve my potential. I could have done better. I can do better, but not until I can find a way to be 100% in charge of my own head.

I decided to write this post to show some of what happened between turning up for my first lecture with my shiny new pencil case and gliding across the stage this Wednesday. This week my Facebook wall shows you pictures of me smiling and successful, it doesn’t show you the rest. There are no Facebook pics of me glaring at my laptop and calling myself a “stupid bitch” because I still couldn’t remember what epistemology meant. There was a lot of things that people didn’t see and for those of you who are still fighting with your own heads to get academic work done, I wanted to show a fuller picture.

Many people know that I have a daughter with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), what less people know is that ADHD has an 80% heredity factor. In other words my kid probably inherited her neurobiological condition from somebody and that somebody appears to be me.

The stereotype for ADHD is naughty little boys fighting and bouncing off the walls and for a long time professionals genuinely believed that it only affected children and that all of those children were male. The result of this is that anybody with ADHD that wasn’t a young boy acting wild in the classroom was either ignored or assumed to have some other problem: attachment issues, anxiety, depression, naughtiness, laziness, incompetence etc. It also leads to problems identifying people with the condition who don’t display obvious hyperactive behaviours. If you fidget a lot and constantly move around people can see that, but if you internalise that movement or are inattentive without hyperactivity then it is often unrecognised.

The reality is that if you are disrupting a classroom full of other students, then somebody will have to do ‘something’ but if you can have your ADHD quietly then you will generally be left to get on with it!

When I made the decision to return to university to do the masters, knowing that it would involve a self directed dissertation, I decided that it would be a good idea to get my head under control and pursue a formal diagnosis and medication. Knowing you have ADHD isn’t the same as having a formal diagnosis. The most common form of treatment involves a Class B narcotic, therefore you need to be absolutely sure, so it requires a professional diagnosis by a competent expert, so I approached my GP and asked for a referral. This was in June 2016. In Stockport where I live, there is currently no adult ADHD service to be referred to. I had to confirm in writing to my GP that I would be willing to attend appointments in Chester and am currently on a waiting list in The Wirral after attempts to have me seen in Manchester, Macclesfield and Chester failed due to Manchester not accepting outside referrals and both Macclesfield and Chester losing their adult provision.

Since 2004 and particularly over the last decade I have studied ADHD in great detail and developed my knowledge. This is partly through interest and partly as a way to defend the families I support against the stigma and misinformation that regularly accompanies the condition. It was this knowledge that helped me identify my own ADHD years ago. At the time I was told that I couldn’t have it because I had formerly managed to hold down a senior management position, I ran my own business and raise a family and was therefore too competent for that to be a possibility. Years went by, during which I increased my knowledge of ADHD by reading current research and also had several “wobbles” where the lack of structure and faith in my own abilities started to cause occasional problems. Everything I now know, makes it very apparent that what I’d been told by that doctor years earlier was wrong and I actually do have ADHD. Despite that fact, I wasn’t too concerned about it. It provided an explanation for some of the things I do and helped me find strategies to compensate for my weaknesses. It wasn’t getting in my way so it didn’t matter, in lots of ways it was a benefit because I had always been able to harness the good bits and use them to my advantage. Despite the derogatory title (deficit and disorder in the same sentence) ADHD isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but unfortunately if you need to be able to sit in one place and focus on a specific thing that doesn’t hold your interest for an extended period of time, it definitely can be.

I’m the queen of getting things done, often at the last minute, but they will get done and they’ll be done well. I can juggle, I can multitask, I can get on the phone and persuade people to do things they don’t want to do and I’m happy to pull the occasional all-nighter to achieve results. When it’s needed, I can kick it up a gear and get the job done. The problem with writing my masters dissertation was that I couldn’t. I wasn’t driving my usual 2 litre Mondeo estate that can go 90 mph if I need it to, I was driving my Mini which has a top speed of 65 mph but frankly works best at 30 and shakes if I accelerate too quickly. I couldn’t kick it up a gear. I was in the fast lane of a motorway in the Mini with my foot down, trying desperately to speed up and failing. Fun fact – I don’t deal well with failure.

Understanding every word of every lecture and failing to communicate that knowledge appropriately on paper was painful. It felt like taking a punch in the face, it hurt – a lot and what made it worse was that I wasn’t expecting it. I knew that I would have to organise my time, minimise distractions and focus, what I didn’t know is that even if I did all those things that my head would refuse to cooperate on a regular basis. I chased my referral but the end result is that I’m on the list along with a lot of other people. Raising awareness can be a double edged sword, the ignorance goes down but the waiting lists go up.

There are certain elements of academia which have no obvious connection to the topic you are studying. New lengthy words become part of the vocabulary and every time you say something you have to back it up with an argument and an academic reference. As the work got harder, my brain got weaker if the content was too “academic”

I couldn’t use my usual techniques. I couldn’t match certain elements of academia to things I already knew, so I couldn’t make the content stick in my head. I couldn’t use ridiculous analogies to test my understanding and form nemonics to help me remember.

My brain would try and tune out during teaching sessions and had to be shocked back into focus with copious amounts of Lucozade (caffeine and sugar)

Journals had to be read more than once, because the content wouldn’t go in the first time and most of them had to be printed out first. I wasted a fortune printing out pieces of paper because my brain refused to let me process the same document on a screen.

After eventually getting through the unit assessments it was time for the dissertation. There was writing, rewriting, restarting and even thoughts of changing topics at the very last minute and eventually at the 11th hour a painful decision.

Option 1: Somehow miraculously manage to write a ten thousand word dissertation in a couple of weeks, that you still haven’t managed to generate a coherent plan for, despite working on it for months and risk failing spectacularly flushing all your hard work down the toilet.

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Option 2: Glide across the stage and accept a Post Graduate Diploma and write your dissertation in the future when you eventually reach the front of the queue and are formally assessed and treated for adult ADHD.

The decision was obviously a no brainer but it still hurt. It hurt a lot. I cried more over my ‘lost’ masters degree than I ever have over any boyfriend. I felt that I failed, because I did, but the good news is that the failure is temporary. The ADHD is permanent, but the failure is definitely temporary. The fact that I haven’t written a dissertation doesn’t mean that I’m not educated to masters level about Digital Marketing Communications, I still have all that knowledge, I go to work every day and use the things I’ve learnt. Content marketing, strategy, SEO, evaluating digital campaigns, analytics etc. all of that is still in my head, I just haven’t written a dissertation about them – yet! I chose this course so that I could learn specific skills and I have definitely achieved that, so despite the tears and disappointment I completed my mission. As soon as I’m in total control of my head (and find enough money for tuition) I’ll come back and finish what I started, write my dissertation and glide back across that stage.