When it comes to disabilty, I’m greedy: I have two.
I have a congenital hemiplegia. I’ve had a stroke that has paralysed the right side of my body. It’s hard to marry a loving God with disability. It engenders all sorts of emotions – anger – like in Mirrors – and jealousy – like in High Heels. It makes me feel depressed, lonely and ugly.
I also have a mental health problem. The current thinking is that I have borderline personality disorder. Whether this is true or not, when it takes a consultant psychiatrist four months to work out what to do with you, you got problems.
I don’t enjoy disability. But it’s part of me. So it’s part of this site.