Drowning in a puddle

The anxiety of not being enough

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‘I DON’T THINK I can enter that,’ mumbles the young woman. She’s sitting at a round desk with seven other people and I’m standing at the front of the room, cosplaying as someone who knows what they’re doing. I’ve been invited to facilitate this workshop for young disabled writers – to inspire them and share my experiences as an emerging writer.

‘I don’t want to take an opportunity away from someone who needs it more,’ the woman continues. ‘I just wouldn’t be seen as disabled enough. Thank you for telling me, though.’

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