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- This is disgusting.
- This is embarrassing.
- This is completely unacceptable.
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So in the last few months of this year, I got out of bed every day. I walked on the beach a lot. I meditated. I wrote poetry and other nonsense words just for fun. I worked hard to accept that I was a worthwhile human. And I also did a few things:
- I became a Research Communicator for Adelaide University. I developed a website for them, and a whole host of other media to get their study rolling. It was a new kind of work for me, and I loved it :)
- I chaired a panel at both GCAP & PAX – Anatomy of a Story – with some amazingly knowledgeable colleagues & industry peeps. And it was in the main auditorium – WUT. Felt so ridiculous being up there at first… but then I rather liked it :)
- I took part in the organisation of the AFK Room at PAX Australia. What an amazing experience, to be given the opportunity to work with the Take This team from the US, in bringing this initiative to provide a safe space for people at the convention. It was highly successful, and will no doubt inspire many other similar initiatives in the future. Very much look forward to seeing the team again at PAX in 2016 :)
- I took part in the Geek Parenting panel at PAX, alongside some of my most admired game industry peeps (seriously, what was I doing up there). It was fun. I was so nervous! But it was fun :)
- I chaired another iteration of the More Than A Game Panel at PAX, alongside some more of my most admired people. We all shared stories, and we all talked about the links between games, relationships, play & positive health. We shared stories. The room was chock full of people who cared. There were smatterings of tears and applause and the feels were so solid that we all came out hugging.
- I participated in another panel – Sick Heroes – talking about representations of health in games. Another packed room. Another panel alongside a wealth of knowledge and extraordinary people. I began to feel like (maybe? perhaps?) I had something to say? And maybe that something is ok? Not embarrassing, or disgusting…
- I launched a website – www.PlayWrite.com.au – so that I had an informal place to put my thoughts about games & play & flow & positive change. Originally, I planned for it to be for me, to exercise my writing in a public way. But then I realised that by opening up and giving others the opportunity to talk as well, that this would become a collective of thoughts and voices that we could all learn from and engage with. And that’s what it is now. I launched it in October with great success. In just over two months, there are over 30 contributors and over 60 articles and several thousands of visitors. And there’s lots more to come in 2016. I’m pretty proud of it :)
Slowly, surely, I involved myself in endeavours that I care about. I involved myself with people I care about. I began to care more about myself. I challenged my long held beliefs that I was garbage. I challenged the notion that I was disgusting, embarrassing and unacceptable. Because I’m not those things.
2015 was a very difficult uphill battle, but I’m beginning to have stride. My Big Scary Hurdle (PhD confirmation) is just around the corner, and I hope to jump it gracefully. If I do fall, it won’t be because I’m disgusting, embarrassing or unacceptable. It will be because there are other paths for me to take.
And I look forward to meeting you all along that path, wherever it may lead <3