I would like to suggest that when the coalition government came into power in May 2010, there was a major shift in the way
I believe that the term unfit is symbolic of the deep rooted prejudices towards sick and disabled people, creating a vague and imagined line between those society will fully accept, and those society will currently tolerate in the name of fairness and compassion.
Plane travel can be a real pain. There's the turbulence, ear popping, seat-kickers, babies crying, awful food, health woes
Securing a positive future for all sick and disabled people will not come from dirty politics and cheap headlines, but rather it will come from putting our differences aside and digging deep to reveal and challenge the prejudices against us, even those from within, that have existed since we were living in caves. Only by doing this will the issues of welfare and assisting dying be framed in a new and positive way.
Where do we draw the line on help and support for people with Mental illness? I ask this question because I have seen what happens when families and friends say enough is enough you're in this on your own!
Vilification of benefit claimants and disabled people is endemic, perhaps the government should just stitch on the black triangles and be done with it or bring in the Welfare Games to keep us at a more manageable number and remind us how grateful we are for all the 'pitty money' (in Simon Stevens words) that we get.
Everyone has at least one person in their family who goes green during long car drives. Especially during those hairpin turns
I would like to propose that there are two main styles of campaigning, which are protesting and being political, with a small p. Protesting is about throwing metaphorical, and sometimes actual, stones at the windows of whoever they have an issue with.
It's official, British workers are getting healthier. According to the Office for National Statistics, the number of days
Lying there, wishing it would end, I was worried they would think I was skiving. Bunking off. Throwing a sickie. I didn't think they would believe I was genuinely ill.