All across this country, in fact across this entire globe, there are hundreds of thousands of people who have taken on the role of carer. They have taken on the care and responsibility of another person's well-being, no small task. I am amazed and in awe of these people and wish to take a moment to acknowledge them.
It is not a role anyone would choose but every day thousands of Australians roll up their sleeves and get on with it. Parents, usually mothers, caring for children born with disabilities of some variety. Partners caring for the love of their lives, altered forever due to an acquired brain injury. People like myself and my sister caring for our Father, many years before we thought we would have to. People who have found themselves in a role, not of their choosing and often not a result of their actions, but there nonetheless.
A fever in pregnancy, a car accident, any accident really and suddenly everything can be thrown onto a different path. Every day families are dealt shitty hands and they just get on with it. They take time off of work, adjust their lives, give up socialising and just carry on. Holiday brochures are put out with the recycling and spare rooms are converted. I have seen just a glimpse of the enormity that some of you deal with daily.
There is not an overwhelming amount of support for some, happy families find themselves single parents and 'comfortable' people find themselves scraping by. Certainties and plans get thrown out the window and the true strength of a person's character starts to be exposed.
So often we are unaware of the sheer weight of what we can carry, the burdens we can muster, until we have to. The ability to just keep going, not just by ourselves but carrying our loved ones, too. I see carers as a stark reminder of this strength and of how deeply our love for each other can run.
I take my hat off to you all, those who spend countless hours referred to dozens of different specialists, those who massage and manipulate sore or damaged bodies, those who carry on for years because no one else can, those who make the best out of the very worst. Those of you who fall to pieces between 10pm and 6am and then get up and dust yourselves off so the breakfast can be ready at 7.
Those of you who step into a terrible situation but hold a scared hand and say 'I am here'.

As I stepped into my role as carer, alongside my sister, I've been touched to the core by the kindness of others. Those who look you straight in the eye and you can see that they too would stand by you when the going gets tough. Revealing the layers that you don't realise exist in those closest to you. Learning each other in our new and changing roles. Watching broken-hearted as a familiar and comforting presence is changed and morphed. Learning to balance, tightrope like, between gentleness and strength. Finding the odd moment to savour but trying not to be overwhelmed by what it means.
It can be very surreal dealing daily with the heavy stakes of being a carer, some decisions really do come down to life or death. What can become 'normal' and conversational can be quite confronting, but this aspect is not the most startling. What can be most shocking about being immersed in the role of care-giver is that almost everyone around you is carrying on with their normal lives.
Several years ago my husband was injured and ended up in intensive care, I rushed to his side hoping for a miracle. After some hours at his bedside I went outside for fresh air and I was gobsmacked, absolutely blown away, to see a parade of happy couples, one half heavily pregnant, making their way to an antenatal class. Whilst I was enduring what felt like the emotional equivalent of a tsunami, these people were carrying on. Bills were being paid, babies being born and people were planning their retirements. Can you believe it, the audacity! I actually had to steady myself against the wall due to my shock.
I'm sure it must seem very odd if you're fortunate enough to find this unrelateable. I'm even more sure that there are people nodding in agreement.
Hold your heads high carers of Australia, you're doing the impossible, the important and the remarkable. Bless your cotton socks.
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