It’s Budget Day today in Ireland and for all I care it could be Budget Day in Outer Mongolia. I used to care. I used to march, I used to campaign for better healthcare, universal child benefit, better services for disabled children and adults. And what has happened? Almost nothing. Even though we now have a Minister for people with disabilities, very little has changed, except for the lucky few.
I can no longer bear to listen to most politicians, as they don’t sound genuine any more. I feel ashamed of my former profession – public relations – which was supposed to be about good clear communications, but is now about spin. When a trained politician speaks you cannot trust that anything is true, what they say, how they say it, or even the tone of their voice, because everything has been rehearsed and planned, and that goes for many representatives of organizations and companies too.
On the other hand, I do think that most politicians work extremely hard, and don’t get credit for that. I think many go into politics with high ideals, but lose their way, due to the shiny baubles of power, influence and pay. Just look at our current President, who said he was only going for one term, but is now looking to be re-elected for another seven years. People tell me he’s doing a good job, and I suppose we should at least be thankful that he hasn’t done anything bad or embarrassing.
I’m expecting the Budget to be all about throwing money at as many people and organizations as possible to keep them quiet, then taking it back in increased indirect taxes and charges for services. More complexity to keep accountants, lawyers and public servants in their jobs. There will be no vision, no grand plan, no hope of any real change And certainly nothing significant for disabled people or their carers. We’re left outside alone.
The problem in Ireland for many people isn’t high taxes or low welfare, it’s the high cost of living and poor services. Money cannot buy the services my children need for example, because they don’t exist!
Respite for B is a good example. As a family in crisis we were given a Case Manager, and one of the items on the agenda was respite. She’s very lucky now to have a personal assistant who brings her on an outing every second Sunday, and it’s been suggested that the respite box has now been ticked and it’s likely that there will be no overnight respite because it is simply not available for adults with her high care needs. Lack of real respite means I haven’t slept properly for years, can’t go away on my own, can’t go to family weddings, comfort sick relatives in person, or support friends in need. At the moment I can’t even go out in the evening because of the problems affecting my youngest. And that’s just one of the many many problems that seem insoluble. Even my eldest daughter is affected, I need her help when she is at home, and she worries about the future and what demands will be placed on her.
You see the State has very little interest in families like mine unless a crisis happens, and then they wring their hands and offer just enough to try and stop things getting worse. We’re just considered dead weight. Outside society, outside the economy. Not of interest. Especially not of interest to Ministers of Finance who are only interested in balancing the books and pleasing their own supporters.