‘What’s wrong with you? You’re walking funny!’ A man, obviously very drunk, shouts at me. I am walking down the street to pick up some...

How My Disability Has Made Me a More Compassionate Parent ‘I did it!’ shouts my two-year-old daughter. She does a vigorous jig to the...

When I was a little girl, at least once a school year, a woman with carrot-coloured hair would take me out of lessons and to a private...