In May, 2019, I voted for the LNP. I was one of the ‘Quiet Australians’ – going about my life. Busy as a working professional mum to two daughters. Busy supporting a friend who was just diagnosed with a recurrence of her cancer. Busy managing household finances which were still recovering after the economic downturn in WA saw my partner unemployed for years. Busy as a GP in a suburban practice, where some of my patients were facing their very worst nightmares.
I was busy.
And I was tired.
I voted hastily.
I laughed along with friends and colleagues – ‘They’re all as bad as each other’. I looked at simplified comparisons and thought I was choosing the best option for my family. Vote LNP and the WA economy will perhaps start to recover. My partner will keep his job and I won’t have to work as hard as I am. We won’t have to sell our house.
All of our hard work won’t go up in flames.
Yes, I’m aware of the irony of the last statement.
I usually make a very informed vote. I’m one of those people who love voting day. It is a privilege to be able to vote.
Women sacrificed, so that I can now vote. I get excited for the day itself. I love chatting to the placard holding representatives as we walk into our local primary school. I get a sausage at the sausage sizzle. I usually spend a lot of time reading policies, talking to friends and family members who can help if I don’t understand more complex policies.
This year, I simply didn’t have time. I voted hastily.
I made the wrong decision.