After naming the distortions that have shaped how disabled and neurodivergent people are seen in the church in Part 1 of this study, we can turn to what Scripture actually says about the Image of God — and the picture is far more expansive, embodied, and hopeful than many of us were taught.
For years, disabled and neurodivergent people have been told—directly or indirectly—that their bodies sit uneasily within the doctrine of the Image of God. At a recent disability conference, I explored why these distortions persist, and why Scripture itself tells a very different story. Below is the first movement of that study.
The Church of England released the Fearfully and Wonderfully Made report in February this year, but I know many have still not read it, even though it’s one of the most important pieces of research on disabled and neurodivergent clergy the Church has ever commissioned. It shapes how I live as a disabled Christian with FSHD and autism, my children and disabled friends lives, my calling and ministry, and how I navigate the ordination process.
I’ve mentioned it many times here but I realised I’ve never actually broken it down or explained it in a way that helps people understand what it says, why it matters, and how it affects real lives for those who haven’t read the seventy‑three page document. This post is my attempt to do that. A guide for anyone who wants to understand disability wellbeing in the Church of England.
This week Archbishop Sarah Mullally shared that neurodiversity is a gift, not a problem to be solved, while speaking at Synod about the need for neurodivergent-led training, structural change, and a network of Neurodiversity Champions across every diocese. She spoke openly about her dyslexia, the assumptions made about her, and the way she learned to see herself as intentionally made by God. Reading this felt like a blessing that landed at a time when I’m still processing my own ASD diagnosis, the battles it took to get it, and everything it has reframed, especially as I received my ASD assessment report the same day this article was published.
Tomorrow we gather to honour my curate, Sue at her thanksgiving service. 175 people have signed up. Our church fits around 140 – 150, and more will likely arrive. The hall across the road is our overflow space, livestreaming the service for those unable to fit in the church. It will be a big day. It should be. She was an incredible presence.
Over the last few months I’ve written about equality and equity, accessibility and usability, independence and autonomy, and survivors and victims. These are topics that people often confuse, yet the gap between them is where disabled people live. Those gaps are important. The difference needs to be discussed. This time, I wanted to discuss presence vs participation.
Since college matured my writing, I’ve been revamping old blog posts, but it’s been hard seeing how my disability degeneration has stripped my independence.
Independence is important, but not as much as autonomy. Many able‑bodied people treat independence as the goal for disabled people and often misunderstand it in disability conversations. Autonomy, as control, choice, dignity, and the right to shape your own life, should be the real goal.
What do disabled people mean by autonomy?
People often believe that if a space is accessible, it must be usable. These words sound similar, but they do not mean the same thing. Accessibility is the presence of something. Usability is the ability to use it safely, independently, and without barriers. The difference becomes clearer when you live with a disability and spend your life navigating the gap between the two.
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I have spent most of my life disabled. Thirty years of muscle loss, pain, fatigue, and the slow shift of what my body can and can’t do. Thirty years of adapting, slowly deteriorating, and surviving. A life my children have grown up around. Yet I’m not part of any disability community outside the one we've built at church. Not properly.
I have changed that recently. My faith, knowledge, ministry, and life have grown. I am halfway through the ordination process. I’m shaping my calling and building a disability ministry. I have learnt more about disability theology, disability law, the Equality Act, SEN law, the difference between equality and equity, and the lived experience of disabled adults and children. I have been advocating for years, writing openly, and supporting others, but something shifted. I needed to go deeper and belong somewhere that understood my world.
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I’ve been a full‑time wheelchair user for six years. Before that, I walked with a stick, stubbornly and painfully, until the ground became a threat rather than a surface. It was a difficult decision. I reached a point where I couldn't avoid it any longer. I’ve written about that journey before: the grief of slowly losing mobility, the reluctant acceptance of using a chair, the fall that forced me to swallow my pride, and the reality of living with FSHD. Those posts explore the physical decline, emotional adjustments, and journey of independence that looks different than I imagined. Many in my position are forced to make that change. It’s not easy, but at some point it’s needed.
I’ve adjusted well. My powerchair is freedom. I travel everywhere. I love the independence, going by trains, and not worrying about falling. My chair is my body; my stability, safety, and autonomy.
However, there’s a part of being a wheelchair user that I never expected, and it’s worn me down: the jokes, especially the ones that aren't funny.
