I’m not your token blind girl

You have a visual impairment? but you look so normal. Having an invisible disability doesn't mean I'm pretending or faking. I don't say I have a disability just to gain some pathetic knee-jerk sympathy. I mean who in their right mind would want to hear this, 'Oh I'm so sorry for you, your life must... Continue Reading →


This is 2018, not 1818. It’s time to shout it from the rooftops.

Someone tell me I'm not the only one who feels like we're still living in 1818 rather than 2018. It sometimes feels like if you're not a rich, white, able-bodied, straight male who's perfectly mentally stable in today's society then you're screwed. It's almost like if you don't fall into any of these boxes then... Continue Reading →

Disability isn’t scary

Being visually impaired isn't the be-all and end-all of who or what I am. My 'dis'ability affects the way that I have come to approach certain situations and may mean I take longer to do certain other things but that doesn't make me my disability. It has shaped who I am as a person ...... Continue Reading →

A massive middle finger to all chauvinistic pigs who grounds the rest of us down under their ponssy heals.

To anyone out there who thinks it's ok to demoralize, stigmatize, belittle, degrade, squeeze the life out of someone, emotionally destroy someone based on their gender, disability, sexual orientation, race, religion or cultural background I am baffled, ashamed outraged and sickened. Give me three logical, unemotional reasons why you are better than anyone else that... Continue Reading →


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