Being Disabled – Why the D Word Matters

My maternal grandmother was a bold, stubborn, hilarious woman. She loved her family passionately and voiced her opinions loudly; we miss her very much. About 16 years ago, my beloved auntie became very unwell with TB. She was hospitalised and spent months convalescing. I was close to both my nan and my aunt (they lived… Continue reading Being Disabled – Why the D Word Matters