Category: Disability

I’ll start with explaining quickly what goalball is, as I’m certain I can’t talk about disabled sports without mentioning it, and I’ll hazard a guess that most people haven’t a clue what it is. It’s a sport for visually impaired players, which differs from most Paralympic sports as it’s created purely with disabled...

Okay, so. This is a longstanding issue I’ve had, but one I’ve been unsure as to how to confront. So naturally, I thought an article was apt. Without further ado, I’m going to come out and just say it – Stop putting gender neutral labels on disabled bathrooms. Seriously. It’s counter-progressive, poor feminism, poor...

So we’ve turned the corner post-Brexit and found ourselves faced with another major voting period. This time it’s another general election, out of the blue. After 2015 and 2016, the thought of yet another election makes me feel sick. Not only about the possible results, but the thought of going through another period...

I doubt very much that you remember me – it’s been 14 years, and you’ll have had hundreds of thousands of house visits since then. But I’ll remember you forever. Let’s refresh your memories – it’s Boxing Day 2003, and you’re called to a house in the early morning, perhaps around 8am. It’s light and crisp outside and...

It’s a rough political climate. In this past month alone, I’ve seen more activism in the western world than I’ve seen in a long, long time. Yet despite this, sometimes this protest isn’t good enough. No, I’m not on about what you’re protesting for or against. I’m talking about making sure that anyone and everyone can...

‘I am vain, false and silly. What am I?’ I am a person who wears a wig. This week, I watched BBC’s Room 101 with Frank Skinner and it had one of the Hairy Bikers on it.  I usually love this show, but on the final round, the hairy biker brought out a wig as the useless, annoying and potentially harmful thing to never...

Iwas diagnosed with a brain tumour at the age of 11 just at the start of year 6. I spent most of my time in hospital and over the next 5 years, I was barely in school. I underwent several surgeries, aggressive radiotherapy and spent more time in various hospital wards with strangers than I did at home with my own...

Four times a day, my mum’s life is interrupted by carers. Before she has got out of bed in the morning, they clatter across the hallway in their industry-grade shoes and they talk in voices louder than many people are capable of in the middle of the afternoon. Before lunchtime they’re back again; then they check on...

  With wall-to-wall club nights and ‘promo wankers’ in every halls of residence, the one thing that Newcastle University claims to offer you is a good social life. Whatever course you’re doing you can expect fancy dress events, posh ball gowns in the summer, residential trips and the chance to get competitive in any one...

When I was about 17, my mum’s disabled badge was stolen. I remember it well – it was about 9pm, and my window was open, so I didn’t pay much attention to the noise which I now know was someone breaking the window on the driver’s side of our car and making off with the badge which sat on the dashboard. In the two-week...