Tag: Growing up

5 everyday things that bring me happinesses (and an update)

On By Katy DalyIn BlogLeave a comment

What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

1. My dogs. My little girls mean the world to me. Caring for them can be a lot of work and would likely be something I would struggle to do alone. But they are worth it and I have help.

Image Description: A picture of both my dogs. A yellow Labrador and a Cavilier King Charles.

2. My electric blanket. I use this daily. Even on the hottest day of the year. It’s also one of my main sources of pain control. However this can be Innaccesssible for me to do independently due to the fact that I can struggle to put the blanket on.

Image Description: A stock photo of a white blanket.

3. A good cup of coffee ☕. Does anything beat a good cup of coffee? I don’t think so. And even though I often struggle to find the energy to make it myself. I really appreciate having a good cup made for me.

Image Description: A stock photo of a cup of coffee on a wooden tray with a small biscuit and a long silver spoon.

4. A good nap. Sometimes the world gets to much. Life is hard for all of us. And some days it’s just to hard. You can’t be a good nap to get away from this. You could perhaps say napping was inacessible to me, before I figured out a way to somewhat comfortably do so in my chair.

Image Description: A stock photo of someone on a grey sofa under a blue blanket.

5. A good hug. I do love a good hug from someone I love. Someone that cars a great deal for me. And someone I gave a close relationship with.

Image Description: A stock photo of two young children on a green chair wearing white and yellow clothes with green sandles. The children are hugging.

Update on my life and the future of the blog, not necessary to read if you don’t want to.

It has been a while since I posted I know please forgive me. The fatigue and depression like feelings I’ve been having lately have made everything but the bare minimum of existing lately seem impossible. I have a deadline coming up in the next two weeks so won’t be posting much until after then. But I then hope to get back into writing more regularly on this blog again and hopefully daily.

Thank you for your patience. And as ever leave me any requests for pictures, questions or topics you want me to talk about or just general feedback as always welcome.

Is there anything you feel to old to do anymore?

On By Katy DalyIn Writing PromptsLeave a comment

Is there anything you feel too old to do anymore?

To be seen as the cute disabled child. Which to be honest I never really wanted obviously, but it had it’s advantages in this innacessible world.

To be emotional. I’m not a child therefore this is apparently no longer allowed. Even when my emotions are valid. If I am emotional in any way when I make a point, my point is almost immediately dismissed. Though I cannot work out whether this is ableism or sexism.

Be given access to the help and support that I need. The world changes when you’re an adult. When you’re a disabled adult, people often stop trying to make it accessible for you. As if you should have just been able to figure it all out by yourself by that age. What’s almost worse sometimes is how much help you get as a child doesn’t always make this process easier. Sometimes it means you to from receiving a lot of help, to no help at all, with no idea how you’re supposed to function without it. I’m not saying disabled children need less help, but that Disabled adults and honestly adults in general need more of it.

I’m almost sorry for writing this post, because I suspect the prompt was looking for something along the lines of playing with friends in a play ground, or something like that. But you see that’s not something that was ever completely accessible to me anyway. So while I do miss it of course, it’s interwoven with memories of the things I was unable to do, like playing on the slide.

It does nothing for me to dwell on missing these happier types of times. What would actually be helpful for me is to be able to live in a world that saw me a worth providing access to, like they did when I was a child. While this wasn’t flawless and came with it’s own share of problems, infantilisation and lack of control. At least getting people to care about me and my life and my right to exist wasn’t so much of a fight. Even if that was primarily because no one wanted to be the person that left the disabled child excluded from a situation. By the time they’re an adult, by the time I’m an adult, I’m just supposed to have accepted that this is the way my life is and will forever be.

This is part of why it can be so difficult to get access in society. This is why I have to convince people that I need and deserve access in society. This is why there’s a fight where there honestly shouldn’t be one, because I’m just supposed to be okay with my lot.

They let me get away with it as a child. Away with being upset, because I hadn’t gotten used to it yet. And for awhile I did get used to it, for a while I stopped fighting. But now I’ve decided to fight again, it’s to much for people to handle.

I’m braking societal expectations of my silence as a disabled person, by speaking out against it.