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	<title>History of Disability in South Australia &#187; Mel Kelly</title>
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		<title>Mel Kelly</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a small, deeply religious country town north of Adelaide. As a child starting school there in the early 80&#8217;s I was ostracised by the other children from day one. The teachers treated me with indifference (when they weren&#8217;t bullying me). Thus I grew up very socially isolated. Other kids didn&#8217;t want [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I grew up in a small, deeply religious country town north of Adelaide. As a child starting school there in the early 80&#8217;s I was ostracised by the other children from day one. The teachers treated me with indifference (when they weren&#8217;t bullying me). Thus I grew up very socially isolated. Other kids didn&#8217;t want to associate with me because I was the school &#8216;freak&#8217; and &#8216;different&#8217;. Today I wear the label &#8216;freak&#8217; as a badge of honour - in those days it made me feel worthless.</p>
<p>Being left alone probably helped my artistic imagination to flourish. I had a posse of imaginery friends who liked me for who I was. Not a school day went past where I wasn&#8217;t either physically or mentally abused. I never got the chance to develop social skills. The only thing that got me through those horrible, dark days was the belief that one day I would re-invent myself and be allowed to be myself.<br />
I have a physical disability as well as psychiatric ones. These were most definitely accelerated by my childhood experiences.</p>
<p>I was born with two deformed knees so I have never been able to run or play sports that require them. At school the teachers didn&#8217;t believe me so they forced me to run. My knees would both constantly dislocate, often both at the same time. I became adept at putting them back into the sockets myself, but it was hard to hide the shame and the pain. My knees give me a lot of pain and I will never be able to jog or run. I can&#8217;t even kneel.</p>
<p>As a child I was very progressive in the arts but I was never told how good I was. I took the first job I was offered after I left school, just to get out of there. I felt so awkward and out of my depth in the workplace. My colleagues treated my like I was very strange, and didn&#8217;t attempt to bond with me. It wasn&#8217;t much of an experience.</p>
<p>A couple of years ago I decided I wanted to return to study. I had wanted to study at tertiary level for a while but never thought I could really do it. There were too many psychological barriers. I got counselling which helped me get the courage to start a course in Visual Arts, specialising in Textile Arts. I always had an interest in clothing design and embellishment. Studying the second time around was nothing like my former schooldays. I have a support network and am top of the class. I am now told I am very talented and that my wearable art creations are gorgeous. Now I get stopped in the street and asked about the things that I am wearing that I have made myself and where can they buy them. I have won numerous art prizes including a bursary from my college to attend a Textile Arts Forum, The Dawn Slade Faull Award and a Richard Llewellyn award.</p>
<p>My life now feels charmed in many ways but I constantly battle with severe depression, anxiety and phobias. I have really bad days when I can barely function. But I also have wonderful days where I am so creative and lucid. Artists have a significant role in society because we present alternative points of view, as we often see things that others do not.</p>
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