I knew a girl who fell in love. That love was intoxicating, at first the frequent texts and calls were thought to be sweet. Then the sweetness left, little by little, inch by inch he controlled her world. If she showered he was there. If she hung washing he was there. Constant asking of what was she thinking. Why she was doing what she was doing. Calls to her work, calls to her mobile. Where was she? What was she doing? Why didn't she call . . .
YOUR DISABILITY IS FUCKED DARLING, BUT YOU ARE AMAZING…..
As i wrote the words severe disability and complex care needs on a form my heart sank. As I write them now a lump forms in my throat. You are so much more than your disability darling, just as we are so much more than our weight, our insecurities, our scars, our jobs and others opinions of us. Your disability is fucked darling, but you are truly amazing. Having a child with a disability is a strange thing, strange because you see the child, . . .