The morning after the nights before.

So here I am again. I didn’t cry much yesterday I was numb I hoped I had dreamed it all and Scotland had voted YES but no I am proud to be one of the 45. It is funny how that number cascades into our history. The toughest thing was telling my son who lives with autism the news. He believed in Team Scotland. I told him we would have the opportunity to vote again and we would have Independence.

I spent all day Thursday outside polling places. At my first in Johnstone some-one had flown a union jack to a mobile mast right next to the school. Hugh Henry MSP visited whispering with his labour party friends while the majority of voters were over 65. The ex local councillor told me he used to be the councillor of a small electoral role because folk were hiding from debt agencies. I reminded him that there were two versions and not all of us on the edited version were hiding we were escaping. That is what I wanted to escape from a bankrupt Westminster system where jobs are for the boys.

At my second stint in Glenburn where I live I was joined by a member of the labour party who said he agreed with most tory policies and had a toe in their camp. Wee Dougie Alexander visited and I told him well done for being on the same side as tories. He looked at me as if I was something horrid on his shoe. That is why I shall never vote Labour ever again. Never. full stop.

The last two years have been wonderful. The people I have met have been amazing and it has been a voyage of discovery for me like many other folk in Scotland. We have all grown together into a nation who has found our voice. I fear that the last minute promises will never happen and I fear for my family. After all mental ill health and autism? They are not real illnesses are they? Soon they will come chapping at our door to take away all that we have to exist on. I know when that happens I will have friends to help and that is a blessing.

Things are going to get tough for folk like us. We have voted NO to austerity and all the trains of glory that surround it. Further cuts to service, and the road to the further Americanization of the welfare state where foodbanks and food stamps will be accepted. I dread it. Meanwhile in George Square last night a few NO voters had a party burning flags and celebrating the reign of Rule Britannia. At least the queen doesn’t have to worry her wee butt and ben is in safe hands for the moment at least.

So my future? Still dreaming about Independence which I truly believe will happen in my lifetime. I have cried now over this missed opportunity but am now ready to get prepared for the cuts which will follow. I am proud to be part of the 45 but now it is time to roll up my sleeves and fight for all those I hold dear even those who I don’t that is why I am a socialist. Rant over. Time to get busy. Thank you for reading this Sandra’s rant companeros. Be kind to each other. #indyref.


About sandrassp

I am the mum to two sons who both live with autism. I give glimpses into my life. All views are my own
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