One of the most amazing things to have happened this year is that so many people around me have started to think about the issues faced by disabled people. People who know us are thinking about it. People who know them are thinking about it. People are asking how they can do something to help! And that… Continue reading Hope.
Why as a society do we expect our more vulnerable members to accept less than we would ever accept for ourselves? “Floor based changing facility”. I kid you not, that is the term used . I had signed Adam up to an activity for disabled children and queried the toilet situation for those who need… Continue reading My son matters!
If you are the manager or chief executive of a major business you might have trouble seeing these pictures. My son is apparently really hard to see. I can see him but I have obviously had years to finely tune my senses to spot him. I will give you a couple of pointers to look… Continue reading The Invisible Boy.
This morning I was moved to sadness to read of the distress being caused to a local child. Millie went to the same nursery as Adam and is registered blind. She loves school, has many friends and is busy making a name for herself in Judo, a sport she loves. Being registered blind does not stop Millie… Continue reading Inclusion?
Those who know me well know that I am not a gardener. I forget to water plants, forget to transplant seedlings and sometimes just forget that I have a garden! 😀 Back in March, Adam and I planted sunflowers, watered them and even transplanted some of the seedlings into larger pots at the right time!!! Some of… Continue reading Growth doesn’t just happen.
FAO anyone who might care at Cornwall Council, (My expectations are low) One week ago my son tried to use your “fully accessible toilet” and was left dangling in the middle of the room. This was actually just one of the problems we faced that day. The others included Difficulty getting in the building due… Continue reading Oh, Cornwall Council…
“I’m not going to grow up. I want to stay small.” My ten year old son was adamant that he would not grow up. He had a deep sadness in his eyes, but was unable to explain his worries. Yet he kept tearfully saying he wanted to be small and asking me to tell him that he could say small. Nothing… Continue reading “Can I stay small?”