Months and months ago I wrote a book. I was bed-bound with physical fatigue and I was in an ADHD hyperfixation kind of mood, so what better to do than write an entire book, right? The product was a 40,000 word memoir detailing my experiences growing up and growing into my disability and the way I've experienced the world as a result. I've always wanted to write a book, to see my book one day on local bookstore shelves. I think it has been a natural product of being such an av

A couple of months ago I purchased a walker for myself. (Side note: it's red and adorned with bows and pink stickers and it's so cute, I love it.) Something I have noticed is that people in the general public seem to act kinder to me when I am out and about with my walker. Strangers open doors for me, old ladies with walkers smile at me, and people make space for me on the footpath. This is obviously lovely, and I am very grateful for their kindness, but part of me can't help