Coat Tail Riding

 It's been a long time since I wrote on this blog. I've been busy with work and study. 

This blog was 'suicide prevention, mental wellness and Limerick' and was sparked by poor treatment by the man who left me on the streets as he continued to interfere in my life, and the subsequent matching poor treatment by local homeless services which nearly made me give up in despair. 

The man who left me on the streets has delusions of being a celebrity or public figure and does weird stunts in the press. He did this recently and of course it triggered all the trauma. 

I spoke to someone and asked why he did this. He kind of glorifies dead people and shows off in obituaries columns which is very odd. Sometimes I think he's afraid of his own death and what might come out when he dies. 

I was thinking of him earlier. I was in Tipperary and I thought about him coming to see me, and each time, spending all his time on his phone and texting, which is rude to say the least, but certainly told me where I was on the scale of importance. 

Two years ago he left me having a breakdown from his behaviour. It's almost two years since I arrived in Limerick.

I asked someone about his faux celebrity stunts off the backs of other people, especially dead people. 

These are some reasons they came up with. 

1. Basking in reflected Glory, a psychology term for gaining status by associating yourself with admired or successful people. 
2. Virtue Signalling.
3. Name-dropping
4. coat tail riding
5. Self-promotion by association/image management/reputation building.
6. Hero-worshipping - a strange thing to do with dead people in public. 
7. Self-aggrandizement
8. Canonizing
9. Hagiography - this and the previous one really describe his games, he makes dead people into saintly people to get himself attention, his recent one was a notorious troublemaker politician and drunk driver who got his arresting garda dismissed from the force. 

Someone did a blog and touched on this. The blog isn't my work and does not describe the man who damaged me so much, but it's a spoof:

 Beyond Shannon Blog

The trauma of what this man did to me never really faded, because he refused to conclude or explain and walked away not just feeling no responsibility but still harming me by interfering in my life. Worse, his showing off indicates he thinks highly of himself and won't take responsibility for hurting me or others or treating the law as optional.

There's a darker element to the Dolores O'Riorden thing, she was sexually abused by someone who may have been high profile in Limerick, and the person was never brought to justice but apparently 'apologised' to her, you can't really apologise for sexual assaulting someone when they were a child. Abusers don't abuse just once. I am curious about why the man who harmed me so badly was fascinated with O'Riorden in her death. He makes a show of rubbing shoulders with high profile locals.

He absolutely wrecked my life. I have no idea why he decided I was a toy but I was surprisingly naive and let him take me over, steal my medical data and so on. 

Tipperary

 It's been a while. I'm in Tipp. 

I arrived yesterday and nothing much as moved since last time. The lorries still push through, thankfully the skins lorry hasn't been around yet. 

I found an interesting place which made me think of lifeforce198. It's some kind of support place, and it has loads of great notes in the window to inspire people. I needed such inspiration. Here is is, unfortunately my camera is a bit basic so you can't see much, but it's a great idea. Who knows who this window might help or save as they pass by. The sign with Tipperary on actually says 'Welcome to Tipperary, you have come a long way'. It reminded me of my old poem 'It's not far to Tipperary'. I think I did a blog post on here with the same name. 

Tipperary is my port in a storm, but there are elements, memories, which trouble me. The picture below is the Abbey School, with the lads playing their sports out the front. 

In the 198 Theme tune, Snow in August, there's the reprise of another song called 'Lullaby' and in the words it says 'Will you guard, will you keep, will you watch over these, my lambkins, my sweet chickadees'. 

Those little lads, tough and worldly as they pretend to be, are vulnerable youngsters, with the right to safety, innocence, such as it is in teenage boys, and to only be watched over by trusted adults with boundaries. 

Imagine the anguish of someone who knows that a guardian of such youngsters may not be trustworthy, but they can do nothing about it.

This is Lullaby https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqANnGKYEIM

And this is the 198 Theme, Snow in August. And this is what the story of 198 and Limerick has been founded on. Normally I never write things like this but I'm in a vulnerable sad place right now:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-22iMl8BiI

It's not far to Tipperary

 

The Cork-Tipperary Final which Tipperary won. The only time I have ever backed Cork. Window in Tipperary with derogatory remarks for Cork. 

Poor people such as myself don't really get holidays. But I've done okay for short breaks this year. It's certainly not the 4 star 'We hate tourists' hotel in Puerto del Carmen for me, but I had a nice week in Dublin with the little dog, three walks on the beach every day and a visit to my old haunts, and then this weekend I had a fantastic mini-break in Tipperary. 

I'd never been to Tipperary Town before. I know Nenagh, some people will be rolling their eyes there. I am not that keen on Nenagh. Tipperary is very different. 

Tipperary is like Mullingar with mountains, it's so similar to Mullingar. Shout out to the good people of Mullingar, I miss you, by the way. Mullingar is one of the kindest places in Ireland.

Tipperary has a similar layout to Mullingar in some ways, but especially the main street. It looks like Mullingar's main street. Then behind there's the Abbey School, which looks grim, it looks like part of the history of religious schools and institutions. There are various other grim and foreboding buildings, then there's the contrasting Excel Cultural Centre, modern, blue. 

Tipp has its problems. The main road is narrow and congested and they do have a share of antisocial behaviour including 'Rogue Car', one car which speeds round and round the roads all night. And then you get the 'Skins Lorry' coming through and it makes the town smell. The skins lorry came through while I was in Tipperary. I didn't see it, but I certainly smelled it, and the town keeps the smell the next day. 

See what I mean...Mullingar.

I stayed in a lovely old place, friendly and welcoming, comfortable and homeley. Every comfort. I had a good sleep and a tasty breakfast, and I thought of Mullingar. I loved seeing the Galtee Mountains up close. If you're up the side of Mount Meelick, you can see the Galtees with their eternal hat of cloud from there and various other places around Limerick. 

Life isn't perfect, especially not for the poor in Ireland, but sometimes we get a break. Sometimes luck throws something our way, and we can grab it and enjoy it. It was a little break, a little but pleasant experience. I grabbed it. And the buses to Tipperary are pretty good, it's not a long journey and on an august weekend it was a quiet bus. Grab those little gems in life and hold onto them, put them in that box of little gem memories. 

I started writing a new novel by the way. It's about a property tycoon. 5,000 words so far.