Spalding's Callum Brazzo: 'My raps make Sense now'
My story has been told various times in many rhymes and referenced a fair few times in these columns.
But in honour of Autistic History Month, I wanted to share my journey of finding and keeping work.
It started in a factory. Making wraps.
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Considering that writing poetry was my creative catharsis, it is such an appropriate image to conjure up.
It was my first paid job at the age of 25 years old.
Relationships. Jobs. Living on my own.
I was a late bloomer in most major aspects of my life but oh how I have blossomed like the tree outside my dad’s place. All the typical hallmarks of a ‘good’ life have been difficult to capture but have been achieved and it is the journey itself that has infused me with the incredibly powerful optimism and mindset I have today.
I am now working as a support worker for Sense, a charity that empowers people and connects through sight, sound and life.
In more details, this means that they help to ‘support people with complex disabilities or who are deafblind.’ An awesome job pathway to follow in general but one with personal significance for me and my autistic identity.
I feel like this year is going so right and as Christmas comes around and the world gets ready to restart its cycle that people carve out their own meanings for, I am reinvigorated for life.
My transition to Sense has been intriguing in that it’s a new venture in my life with personal and professional opportunities for growth being ripe for my picking such as learning more about the rich variety of ways we interact with the world as well as potentially running the London Marathon.
The London Marathon is something I’ve never truly considered before Sense and I’ve been critical of many charities in the past due to the history of my people and the way they can be represented, or misrepresented, through puzzle pieces or lighting up blue or having autistic adults’ voices muted in favour of parents, carers and teachers.
We all have a voice, of course, but history hasn’t reflected that which leaves a lot of autistic people bitter/passionate about changing that narrative.
Sense is nothing to complain about and my voice feels heard here.
I will only seek to amplify the autistic voice and the voices of those who are not given ample chances to speak their truth.
That is in the future, where I intend to stay with Sense, but my truth is that I am only here now because of my poetry pushing me forward to a place where I’m capable of making a change.
So you really could say that my raps…made Sense.
Ciao for now!