Challenges

A Chance For Change

When Teresa May called a snap general election just seven weeks ago I felt a flash of hope, followed by an overwhelming feeling of apprehension.

I desperately want to be part of a society that’s more socially just, where there … read more

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Surprised In Secret Paris

Last night my overnight support worker and I went to Secret Cinema’s production of Moulin Rouge. Poppy’s been working on it for months, and she kindly arranged the tickets for us to go.

The show was amazing, immersive, vibrant … read more

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Shining a Light on London’s Solidarity

I woke up a few moments ago and pulled up my bedroom blind. The sun’s shining boldly through a cloudy sky. Just as I was drifting off to sleep last night my phone bleeped with people checking that I was … read more

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Bringing Confusion To My Door

This morning there was a buzz at the castle door. My support worker was in the other room so I crawled through to answer it.

It was a delivery driver with a package for one of my neighbours, and I … read more

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Not I and Me

Years ago, long before Touretteshero and way before getting on stage had even crossed my mind, Leftwing Idiot introduced me to a short play called Not I by Samuel Beckett. I’d never read any of Beckett’s work before, or … read more

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Wheely Excited

It’s nearly midnight and I can’t sleep. A weird mixture of pain, excitement and apprehension has left me feeling the sort of nervous excitement you get before the first day at a new school. But it’s not that sort of … read more

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Your Home Or Your Life

I’m incredibly fortunate to own my home. I know that for many people the current crisis in housing makes this impossible, and is likely to do so for future generations. I watch people I care about being held hostage to … read more

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Pillars of Support In A Vicious Cycle

Fran pulled the covers tightly across my body. She sat next to me on the bed, her hand applying gentle pressure to my head. Exhausted, my body moved erratically, my forceful, regular and rhythmic vocal tics punctuating the quiet darkness … read more

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An Appointment With Hope

One way or another I’ve had quite a few medical appointments recently. Some have been OK, but some have been frustrating.

As someone whose body is noticeably different from what health care professionals are trained to expect, I’m aware … read more

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Tears and Tiredness

A week ago I had a minor operation. It involved a general anaesthetic and a small incision in my chest not too far from the spot where my chest-thumping tic hits it hundreds of times a day.

I’m generally mending … read more

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