It was just a regular toy store run, tradition now after our six hour road trips to the city. I was looking forward to seeing friends from the States and catching the end of The Edinburgh Festival(s). We were passing through the doll aisle on the way to the musical instruments. Isla wanted to make the same guitar noise as her Dad. (The product link in this post is an Amazon affiliate link. I make a small commission if you…
OK, so. Who else is a little tired of having to point out that disabled people are regular people? That ‘special needs’ is outdated, and everyone has needs that are unique to them? That person-first language is wrong? That disabled people’s stories should be written by disabled writers themselves, and that disabled characters should be played by disabled actors? That the access inclusion seeker deal sounds like some video game quest? That disabled isn’t a bad word, and it’s OK…
