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Creating my reel last week, having heeps amount of $Creating my reel last week, having heeps amount of fun bopping to a classic Spice Girl track, whilst sharing insights and a fraction of things within disability etiquette, strangely got me in a reflective mood. I wrote with a little sass “Love from your Disabled Spice”. I have no reservations about using these words but I did have a little ambivalence over how this sounded at first. The white noise of society would have you think Disabled and Spice were polar opposites: disabled denoting lifelessness or uncomfortable thoughts, whilst spice spark ideas of flair and and fire. How then could you possibly write these words next to each other? The 90s had people unreservedly identify themselves to the one spices that everyone had playing loudly on their radios unapologetically- minus a few times that they got lyrics wrong (that was meee-a lot !!!)-, to adjectives they either aspired to or saw modelled in fiercely cool way, things that they recognised in themselves so they then were able to embrace this. The simple answer to the above question is misrepresentation of this word, disabled, dismissing its gloriousness and unable to comprehend that this is just a part of what’s it’s like to be human, with seams creating a different outline for each and everyone of us. It’s nothing bad or something to creep around. I wonder if there was representation of those like me back then, with disability seen with a positive lens, would I have embraced my disability at a younger age? Would I still experience vacillating thoughts about how I put things out into the world? I am ever grateful that I found this community that shares both my struggles and insights of the frequent inaccessible society as well as the abundance of joy that comes with disabled living. This community soothes and pulls me back from getting caught on ableist hooks. With this I will stand with my own spice, the delicious #DisabledSpice . Who’s with me?$

I rest confidently in my disabled identity, it’s

Your Disabled Spice has come to say a few words…

Rainbows and (very hot) sunshine in July 🌞🌈❤️( sun smiley face emoji, rainbow emoji , red heart emoji)
I got these fab sunshine glasses from @katieabey, which are of course my new favs 😎🌈 (Face with sunglasses emoji, rainbow emoji)

Side note- Photo was taken pre peak heat- I’ve been more of a rreeaalyy ripe tomato most of this week 😂(laughing face emoji)

Image description: Rebecca, a white woman with brown hair, wears a rainbow coloured strap dress-above the knee , rainbow plimsolls and sunglasses with a rainbow rim. She wears a pink crochet hat with white Daisy heads dotted around on it. She sits on a log with trees behind her 2Side close up of the sunglasses which have the words Proud Weirdo on the rims

#Rainbows #KatieAbey #ProudWeirdo #SummerEssentials #SummerAccessories #LiveNow #Writer #BeBold #BeFree #ColourPop #HappyGirl #HappyPlace #GratefulHeart #Nature #SpreadHappiness #TheGreatOutdoors #Adventures

What would you add? Image description: words read

Internalised ableism. It’s a funny thing. It’s $Internalised ableism. It’s a funny thing. It’s something that creeps in and reeks havoc with the mind, unconsciously. It just appears anywhere, anytime. It’s the biggest test as it tells me the parts of me that are still fractured and malleable, with thoughts easily swayed by this seemingly all knowing voice. It always feels brand new when it arrives and so can be hard to know how to navigate. It sounds like a whisper and a booming voice all at the same time you. It feels heavy and trapping. It looks like your own personal storm as thoughts whirl around at a frightening speed beneath an angry sky. Growing up internalised ableism has more of an influence and dictatorship with its slogan “Be non-disabled as possible “ capturing undivided attention from its audience. Though its face was fully masked in the hustle and bustle and pressures of what it is to be a teen, so I thought this was the whole truth. There were times especially in my older teen years that I just wanted to be a teen and not teen with a disability. Back then I didn’t have the knowledge or language to say to myself that I was internalising societal views and expectations and that I didn’t need to listen and waste time wishing my disability away that now I proudly deem as a core part of me. These days when I find myself comparing or thinking wouldn’t it be easier if I didn’t have difficulty climbing stairs or if people could understand my speech all the time for example, I know this is not my true voice. If I wasn’t conditioned by society and it’s hard, fixed, narrowed view, perhaps I wouldn’t have times wishing my disabledness into non-existence. The lovely @cpandm_e , the other day, beautifully wrote about how lives, how they look and the speed at which they go at will all be different and that this is ok. How soothing is that?! There is soo much more I want to write but for now, this is a reminder to you and I that the next time internalised ableism has tried to burrow its way into your mind, try not to sucked into all it says. You are worth way more than this ❤️(red heart emoji)$

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Hey Team! Today there’s a new post on my blog. T

Seeing @harrystyles with ma girl @mairead.may last

Just a little reminder ❤️ (red heart emoji) I

Sitting on rainbows🌈💕🌸(rainbow. Big and s

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