Friday, 19 June 2026

A Sunday That Felt Like Coming Home

Some Sundays at church are work. Some are worship. This week was worship.

It’s not always easy to enjoy church when you serve there. There is always something to do, someone to speak to, and a task waiting. The Sunday before was like that. I had conversations before the service that were needed. The service itself was fine, but it didn’t uplift me. The sung worship was good and the band did well. The lead made me laugh with a story about her competitive childhood bear, which suited our teddy bears picnic theme.

Thursday, 18 June 2026

Stories That Were Never Asked

Cream background with the title “Stories That Were Never Asked” in large black text across the top. Below it, a closed hardback book with a brass padlock fastened around it.

My dad’s eighty‑sixth heavenly birthday was last Wednesday. I didn’t mark it. I didn’t post on Facebook, visit the crematorium, post here, or even tell the kids. The words never came. I spent the day and the days after remembering him quietly instead.

Tuesday, 16 June 2026

Independence vs Autonomy

A closed vintage compass locked inside a small metal birdcage with a brass padlock, placed against a smooth rusty red background. The title “Independence vs Autonomy” appears clearly at the top in off‑white text. The image symbolises restricted freedom and autonomy constrained by imposed safety or control.

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?