I had another embarrassing Theatre experience last night. Not on stage fluffing my lines or the steps to a routine, those days are long gone. And not as embarrassing as the time I delayed the start of Act 2 of Billy Elliott at the Birmingham Hippodrome by tipping myself out of chair in the interval,… Continue reading Dramatic Discomfiture
Whilst at the checkout in Sainsbury’s this afternoon, a little girl about 6 or 7 years old told me she liked my earrings, and whilst I was thanking her she spotted my Blue Peter job* wheels and then squeaked that she loved them! She was adorable and I smiled back and thanked her graciously for her… Continue reading Disability through a child’s eyes.
As I write today, I’m sat in my usual home attire when I’m having a day of low energy – pyjama bottoms, a t-shirt with a food stain on it and no makeup, I’ve done the basics to keep myself clean and comfortable, washed and moisturised my face, sprayed some antiperspirant but that’s all I… Continue reading Painted Pallid
I wanted to write this post last night, but I was too upset and emotionally exhausted after a day of flitting between anger and crying. I had a visit from Social Worker yesterday. A professional I placed my trust in to help me. This was a new person as I was taken off the allocation… Continue reading The Anti-Social Worker
People on my Facebook profile hear me talk about spoons an awful lot, and some get a little puzzled. Now, for most readers who are disabled or living with chronic illnesses, I’m preaching to the choir here, but for those who wonder what I’m talking about, or haven’t heard of this at all before, let me… Continue reading When The Drawer Is Empty
Trying to cook when you’re in a chair and have limited strength and energy is difficult, really difficult. But, if you don’t try you either live on a diet of ready meals, which doesn’t help your recovery or to sustain a healthier life, or the alternative (as social services have tried to persuade me on… Continue reading Culinary Challenges
“It’s good to talk” BT told us in the 90’s. Of course they just wanted us to use the now virtually defunct landlines more and generate lots of lovely profit for them. The iconic phrase has now been adopted by Counsellors and Psychotherapists to encourage participation in mental health programmes. A little deep for this,… Continue reading Introduction