:: People talking to Linus over my head, as though I cannot speak or understand, even though I can not only understand, but understand in 4 languages thank you very much.

:: Wheelchair access bathrooms down a flight of stairs. Because, you know secretly, wheelchair users can fly!

:: Bathrooms called “disabled” bathrooms – because I’m no long a man or a woman but a new gender of disabled. And let’s not get started on the fact that not everyone falls into the “man” or “woman” categories, not to mention taking children with you – at what age are boy children “men” and can’t come in the women’s lavatories with you?

:: Accessibility being made a big deal, never just a part of life.

:: The retreat centre that wouldn’t let me come as my they make everyone take their shoes off on the special sacred floor and so they couldn’t allow my wheelchair wheels on it.

:: The social worker who told me I would never work as I am “too limited” to ever be able to do anything. That no one would ever hire me.

:: People who think it is ok to push my wheelchair without asking or drape themselves over it. My dear, if you wouldn’t drape yourself over me – and I really wouldn’t recommend it as it will not be well received – get off my wheelchair.

:: People who think beep beep noises are funny (you know what I think is funny? Hitting your ankles sharply, that is hilarious to me).

:: Strangers asking what is wrong with me, and if I will ever walk again. I don’t ask about their unfortunate style choices, awful haircut and other personal observations I make so who are they to enquiry about me?

:: Radio reports on how people on disability benefits are scroungers and need to go and get jobs now (what jobs? How?).

:: Disability hate crimes, murders, attacks.

:: The genocides we have seen through history. The sterilisations. The new ‘cures’ which are not cures but technology to abort babies before they can be born disabled. I am pro-choice but that is my choice, you are welcome to yours. The point here is, that is not a cure. 

Every person who sees me, the person not the wheelchair. The woman rather than the aid I use to get around, they give me hope. Thank you all. You know who you are, and if you are not someone like that, if you are living with a stereotypical viewpoint then you had better be here to bust your stereotypes otherwise get off my website! Thank you.