Six years ago I left an interesting job that I felt I was doing well to go back to a profession that had first won my heart as a teenager – playwork. Playwork, an occupation that many people have never heard of, has its roots in the early adventure playground movement but it’s now studied and practiced in lots of different contexts.…

Fat Sister’s a specialist Registrar in a busy South London hospital. Like every doctor I’ve ever met she takes the oath she made to ‘do no harm’ very seriously. Her day and night shifts are always long, she often doesn’t get a chance to eat, and her patients stay on her mind long after she’s left the hospital.…

Several times a day my tics intensify dramatically – I call these episodes ‘ticcing fits’ because they look seizure-like and need similar management. They have a number of distinct elements any or all of which may happen during any given fit.…

The last few months have been very busy, what with our run of shows at the Barbican and Soho Theatres, and taking part in Live From Television Centre.

All of this means we’ve left recording our annual Christmas Message a little late this year.…

Today is International Disabled People’s Day (well, actually it’s called: International Day of Persons with Disabilities, formerly known as International Day of Disabled Persons), a UN-initiated day of awareness around disability issues.

A couple of years ago comedian Mark Thomas challenged himself to do 100 acts of minor dissent over the course of a year.…

After I another continuity shift for E4 this evening my support worker Fran and I found ourselves in Shepherds Bush, outside Westfield Shopping centre, at rush hour on Black Friday. The traffic was at a standstill so we had to walk some distance to where our cab home was waiting.…

Some people might see me as an ‘acceptable’ sort of disabled person. I work, pay tax and generally feel pretty positive about my life. But I’ll let you into a secret: this isn’t because I’m saintly or have an exceptional character.…

The expression usually goes ‘Your dinner’s in the dog’. But that wasn’t the case tonight though when the dog was on me, the dinner was on the floor, and Olive? Olive was struggling to decide which crisis to deal with first.…

Ruth was supporting me as usual last night, but she didn’t come alone – her niece, Shaniah, and nephews Adoni, Zackiah and Shiloh came too.

The first thing Shiloh asked was ‘Can we play in your wheelchair?’ This is a favourite activity and previous sleepovers have seen wheelchair dancing, wheelchair mazes, and wheelchairs loaded up with pigs.…

The story of the geranium is now practically legend, but because I haven’t mentioned it for a while I thought I’d briefly re-cap.

Once upon a time, four years ago, a mysterious visitor named Annie The Wolf brought a tiny plant as a gift for Leftwing Idiot.…