Today is #BADD. No, not "Being A Dastardly Disabled" but "Blogging Against Disablism Day".
I've known this day has been coming for quite some time.
I like blogging.
Recently I've had some really lovely comments about my blog. It even appeared in the Guardian Social page (shameless plug).
So where is my brilliant blog I hear you ask?
You see, despite being able to type coherently at my laptop and therefore (according to most Daily Mail readers) perfectly able to get a job, I have been too ill to sit (sorry, lie) down and write something.
I HAVE tried.
I admit it hasn't been helped by the fact that I was assisting in the "We are Spartacus" response to the government consultation on PIP. But please note the key word "assisting", not "writing" as was the case for the Spartacus Report itself. That honour goes to the fantastic @narco_sam.
Thirty minutes of "assistance" and 3 hours of rest. This has been my schedule for the past 10 days or so.
Yet because I am able to write a paragraph like this I am judged by a large part of the population and deemed a scrounger. "You can type. You can spell. You can write well. Surely there is a job you can do?" they cry.
I would respond to this. I really would. I would explain about the pain, the memory, the concentration, sitting up (or not), wheelchairs, oxygen, bowels, seizures, emergency hospital admissions... But you see, my 30 minutes are up and I have to go and rest.