It’s Tuesday, just gone 2 o’clock, and my body mechanically gets to work at what can be best described as “dad dancing” – there’s some finger pointing, head nodding and occasional leg jerks. It’s not good. And is barely passable as a “dance”. That’s where the people seated around me come in. I had asked…

I was probably a bit starry eyed when I started my PhD almost three years ago. I believed academics uncovered important knowledge and found the ‘answers’ that society was seeking – delving into the trickiest and most critical of problems, putting forward innovative solutions, moving society forward. Focusing on social innovation in the Australian disability…

There are a whole bunch of myths that go along with being disabled. There are the myths that we’re all pitiful victims of welfare and charity, or romantically tragic figures. We’re eternal children or objects of inspiration and bravery.   But no myth is more prevalent than the myth of the bludger, the undeserving rorter…

Our Disability Support Organisation project has been extended for a year. That is excellent news. Not many people know about the project. A few years ago, the National Disability Insurance Agency funded a peer support project. Over 50 organisations nationally were successful in receiving funding for supporting up to 20 peer support organisations who would…

Hey everyone! I’m going to share some insight into my life as an amputee with you all today; I’ll talk about my own conditions, what I’ve struggled with and how I’ve overcome some of the difficulties that I’ve faced! I’ll start by introducing myself – I’m Amy! A 20 year old amputee from Birmingham, England.…

We were speeding through the NDIS conference and I had a coffee in my hand, despite being a manual wheelchair user. My friend was towing me with her electric wheelchair and on this occasion I’d gone to the trouble of bringing a short length of rope – it can get wearing hanging onto someone else’s…

‘Do you live here?’   I was amused. The little boy asking the question was maybe five years old and he was looking at me seriously. We were in one of Perth’s major shopping centres and I’d stopped my wheelchair to retrieve my mobile from my bag. ‘No, I don’t,’ I said, grinning. ‘Why did…