PGP / SPD My story:

  I had to block an abusive man who misunderstood my autistic meltdowns—during times when I was actually being abused—as aggression. He believes I deserve abuse. That says more about him than it ever will about me. I honestly feel sorry for anyone who thinks abuse is ever justified—especially towards a disabled, autistic woman. Brave of him, hiding behind fake profiles. No one deserves abuse. Ever. Period. This man has made false public claims, twisted what he thinks he saw to match how he feels about me—rather than acknowledging the truth of who I am or what actually happened. That is not only irresponsible, it’s harmful. By doing this, he is actively supporting abusers. It’s not my fault he was gullible enough to buy into lies and projections. If you’re mutuals with this person, please consider unfriending them—or me. I have the right to protect myself from those who twist reality to justify bullying and abuse. If you're okay with that kind of behaviour, we are not aligned. Bully...

Where others tolerate dysfunction, we look for solutions: I've just been made an example of by policies meant to protect instead of harm. Hate campaigns against me have influenced decisions to silence me as a disability advocate and an independent one at that (not affiliated with any organisation) which means that their social media policies don't even legally reach me to be used against me to silence me. What's been sabotaged? A podcast about employment and disability. We speak up and out about our experiences because our experiences matter - but when policies and protocols are misused to silence the important work people like myself do to use our voice to help other disabled individuals and are misused without genuine appeal processes or policies being specified or shared - it does more harm than good and tells us that some disabled voices matter more than most, which is unacceptable. And to think this behaviour has been endorsed by a county council to further ostracise a...

Someone asked me how you can go on when you're fighting a never ending battle: I can try and answer it - I take each day as it comes. Break down my struggles and tackle them to the best of my ability myself. You keep going - especially when you want to quit - more so then than ever, rest and hit pause and then back at it. I sorted out my pain management - hospitals never helped so I did it myself. Found something that works for me from a private clinic. This opened doors for me - helped me study and achieve more. You don't stop and you pick yourself back up whenever you're at rock bottom.  Everyone who's abused me - would love for me to quit, from the social workers that told me to unalive myself because disabled people should not be allowed to be parents when my son had cancer to those who are misusing policies to silence me as a disability advocate. The obstacles are always there - but how we respond to them is what truly matters - some battles we win and we break thr...

  All disabled voices matter. – KawaiiDollDecora Not everyone welcomes my advocacy — not just for others, but for myself as a disabled person. I've become the target of hate crimes, and sadly, some individuals are manipulating policies to pressure organisations and companies into silencing me. It's vital that people from all backgrounds, especially those of us living with disabilities, are allowed to speak openly about our lived experiences. When one disabled voice is silenced through malice or misuse of power, it sends a dangerous message: that some disabled voices matter less than others. I will not sit back and let that happen. I will continue to work with individuals and organisations that refuse to allow their policies to be weaponised — those who protect, not persecute, disabled voices. I cannot control others’ behaviour, but I can rise above their hatred and move forward with those who see the truth, who stand beside me, and who won't allow bullies to dictate whose v...

The Power of Progress: When Advocacy Threatens the Comfortable By Sarah Wingfield My light, bravery, and power intimidate some people. That’s not ego — it’s reality. For some, my strength is something to challenge, dilute, or extinguish altogether. But let’s be clear: when someone’s contribution to progress makes others uncomfortable, that discomfort often says more about the status quo than the person pushing for change. It’s always fascinating to me how those who supposedly care about “justice,” “diversity,” or “equality” crumble when that very justice demands their accountability or reflection. Instead of self-inquiry, they mobilise — weaponising policies, processes, and sometimes even the law itself — to target and isolate the one demanding progress. If I had no power, there would be no effort to sabotage me. No whisper campaigns. No false reports. No twisting of narratives or deliberate misuse of mechanisms designed to protect — like safeguarding procedures, anti-harassment polici...

Due to a recent breach in the malicious communications act to Durham County Council which has lead to a specific community and disability advocating opportunity being allowed to be sabotaged - all content was protected prior to this declaration due to my tagged alias appearing on all content: I have now added a legal disclaimer to my pages: Public Legal Notice (UK Jurisdiction) As I remain the subject of ongoing ostracism and hate-related behaviour in my hometown, I am issuing this public legal notice to assert my rights under UK law. All content shared, posted, or created by me on this platform is produced in a personal capacity and reflects my own views only. It does not represent the views or positions of any company, employer, organisation, or affiliate with which I may be associated. Any unauthorised reproduction, distribution, screenshotting, or use of my content—whether in whole or in part—for the purpose of harassment, defamation, misrepresentation, or to cause reputational or ...

I have so many amazing opportunities coming up that I don't even need to worry about spaces that don't make space for me. When you're authentic and have your own morals - you're a star in yourself - and no one - no matter who makes YOU their hobby - can sabotage that! I can't wait to share everything once it's all done! Only once they're done - so people can't invade my lane and use organisations as part of their bullying. Thank you for the life lessons! I'm doing things differently! 🙌🏻 Bullies can't break me. 😊 Sarah ❤️ ✨ xoxo #keepinggoing #grateful #blessed 

Well… today I had a day! One of those heavy, complicated, mind-numbing days where everything feels like a bit too much. But guess what? I made it through. I’m still standing, still breathing, still here — in one piece. And I’m so deeply grateful for those in my life who truly see me. Who accept me exactly as I am and support me through it all. Today, I hit a milestone — 6,000 followers on Facebook. In the grand scheme of things, numbers might seem small, but to me, that’s 6,000 people who’ve connected with something I’ve shared, something I’ve felt, something I’ve lived through. That means more than I can say, especially given the weight of what I’ve been facing lately. Despite all the recent challenges, I’m still incredibly thankful. Thankful for what I do have. Thankful for the positive change I’ve been able to create — even in the midst of chaos. Some days it feels impossible, but then I look around and realise… I have people in my corner now. People I never imagined I’d have in my ...

  I recently made an error of judgement and forgot a conversation we had had at a later date. I have now fully rectified this - I always acknowledge that I am fallible and when given the opportunity to rectify my mistakes I will always make a full commitment to fixing things. Accountability isn't just a word to me - it's a way of life. I have my own morals and I will always do my best to uphold them and it's never about the issue itself but how it's resolved that truly counts at the end of the day. A truly heartfelt apology has been made directly to Driveautomatic and I wish them all the best in their endeavours. My sincerest love, Sarah ❤️

 Hit crisis again... Crisis line has had me make a gp appointment for meds again so I've done that and hopefully that'll help but I'm phoning the Goodall centre as I've been referred for secondary care for all my trauma there - and everything else that's going on right now is too much - and they're just not answering. Twice the calls ended. I feel like a burden and like no matter what I do I'm made to feel like I don't matter. I'm also very scared with everything that's happening with regards to disabled people and our rights and I know I'm not alone with this and I am also scared because of all the targeting and abuse I've had to deal with recently. I just know things could be so much better - but people don't seem to want to be better - they seem keen on harm and it's heartbreaking. I literally don't feel like I fit into this world and it constantly won't make space for me. I wish I wasn't struggling - but I am so I...

  I Advocate Because I Believe We Deserve Better: I had a dream recently. A bad one. The kind that leaves a shadow on your chest when you wake up. In it, something happened to me—something violent, something targeted. And when I opened my eyes, heart pounding, I knew exactly why it had found me in my sleep. Because I advocate. Because I speak up. Because I care. And because, somehow, that makes me a threat. In real life, I’ve been targeted for standing up—targeted for my disability, for using prescription cannabis legally, for being open and vocal about injustice. I’ve been censored, discredited, and quietly pushed out of spaces that once welcomed me. Not because I did harm. But because I dared to ask that we do better—that we create systems that include rather than erase, uplift rather than punish, protect rather than exclude. I don’t advocate because it’s easy. I advocate because I believe our systems could be better. I advocate because too many people slip through the cracks. Be...

A County Durham in Crisis : A Concerning Shift Away from Equality, Inclusion, and Disability Rights in County Durham By Sarah Wingfield When a county council begins collaborating with the Reform party and quietly renames roles to strip away references to “climate change,” “equality,” and “inclusion,” it sends a clear message: they no longer wish to advocate for the rights of disabled people or champion diversity. They no longer wish to hear from us—let alone include us. Durham County Council has breached the Equality Act by discriminating against me—a disabled person—due to my legal use of prescription cannabis. This discrimination occurred behind the scenes, using my prescription cannabis use—shared on social media—as a means to discredit and silence my voice as a disability rights activist and independent advocate. I have a meeting with an organisation tomorrow to address the concerning reality that our council may be actively breaking UK law. The dismantling of equality and inclusio...

  Image: white text on a black background that reads: "I'm so tired of people not having the same respect or morals as me - it's exhausting expecting people to show up for you" I'm Tired of Fighting I’m so exhausted. Genuinely, deeply, soul-worn tired. Not because I’ve been lazy. Not because I’ve avoided life. But because I’ve had to fight through too many things lately that I never asked for. Battles I didn’t choose. People I tried to trust letting me down without so much as a sentence to explain why. I try my best. That’s the truth of it. I set small goals, manageable ones, things I can hold onto when the world feels too big and the weight too heavy. I try to be consistent. I try to be kind. I try to wait patiently for people to show up for me — and they don’t. And what cuts deepest isn’t just the absence, it’s the silence. The lack of basic respect. The lack of care. I'm tired of being treated like I don’t matter. I'm tired of feeling like I have to pro...

  ( Image of text on a white background reads: When a doctor is like, "Does this hurt" & l'm like, "Oh, I'm supposed to overtly show the pain reaction I've hidden from the world for decades now, I forgot to practice this ahead of time"I have a wildly painful rare disease. Twice before my diagnosis, doctors mashed on my painful tumors (despite my warnings and objections) until I lost consciousness to “prove” I was lying about the pain. ) TW: assault in hospital: A gynaecologist in a local hospital kept physically vaginally examining me everytime I had an appointment - I hadn't been pregnant before so didn't know this wasn't the norm - to try and prove I didn't have symphysis pubis dysfunction. He would physically hurt me and tell me it is important for the baby every time and one of the last times at 38 weeks pregnant he left my underwear at my ankles after causing me excruciating pain with his 'examination' to which he'd a...

  At great human cost - loss of legal aid: Legal aid in the UK has been severely restricted, especially for civil matters, due to a combination of government policy changes, funding cuts, and ideological shifts over the past decade. Here’s a breakdown of why serious civil matters often don’t qualify for legal aid anymore: 1. Legal Aid, Sentencing and Punishment of Offenders Act 2012 (LASPO) This is the single most important reason. LASPO drastically cut the scope of legal aid in England and Wales. Many types of civil cases were removed from eligibility, including: Most family law matters (unless there's domestic abuse) Housing issues (unless there’s risk of homelessness) Employment disputes Immigration (unless there's asylum or human rights concerns) Debt and welfare benefits issues (except in very limited circumstances) Even serious and life-altering matters were deemed "not serious enough" to warrant state-funded legal support. 2. Ideological Shift Toward “Personal ...

  Don't Quit: Keep Going, Beautiful Soul! I know it’s hard right now. I know your chest feels heavy and your mind is a storm of things you can’t quite name. Maybe you’re tired of being strong. Maybe you’re running on fumes. But please—keep going. One breath, one step, one day at a time. You’re doing better than you think. The weight you’re carrying? It’s not yours alone to bear. The people who truly love you won’t make it heavier. Genuine people don’t sabotage others. They don’t dim your light just because they’re afraid of their own shadows. They don’t leave scars on your mind or make you question your worth. Real love—real friendship—should feel safe. Uplifting. Not like a battlefield where you’re dodging emotional grenades just to keep the peace. And if someone’s presence starts to poison your peace? That’s not good for you and you deserve better. So please, be gentle with yourself. Don’t internalise the harm others have done. That says more about them than it ever will about yo...

  https://pgpandspd.blogspot.com/2025/04/press-shoot.html This opportunity appears to have been deliberately undermined and may be part of a broader hate crime targeting me. I appreciate your patience as I take the necessary steps to consult with legal counsel. Durham County Council    What has been happening behind the scenes: https://pgpandspd.blogspot.com/2025/05/durhamenable-silenced-for-healing-when.html And: https://pgpandspd.blogspot.com/2025/05/sisters-of-support-review.html Sarah Wingfield 🌹  #Disabilityinclusion #DisabilitySupport #hatecrimes #sabotage  Image taken from blog post "Press shoot". Due to a recent breach in the malicious communications act to Durham County Council which has lead to this specific opportunity being allowed to be sabotaged - all content was protected prior to this declaration due to my tagged alias appearing on all content: I have now added a legal disclaimer to my pages: Public Legal Notice (UK Jurisdiction) As I remain the...

 Why I Cannot Recommend Sisters of Support By Sarah Wingfield – Independent Disability Advocate & Blogger+ As a recent victim of sexual abuse, and someone who advocates for mental health and disability rights, I was directed to Sisters of Support by a police officer and a representative. It was verbally agreed—at my own home with police present—that the group would remain impartial as I sought an apology from a local press company for their verbal mistreatment. Unfortunately, this agreement was not upheld. One of the founders breached that trust. On 6th November 2024, after only two sessions, I informed the group in writing that I would no longer attend, as the environment had become unsafe for me. As a blogger who documents both injustices and healing, I wrote about how they failed to remain impartial and how this impacted my wellbeing. At no point did I break any laws. Shortly after, around 11th November, a founder of the group allegedly coerced members into submitting false ...

To the professionals who keep sabotaging my hard work: You hide behind a fake facade of community care and justice—so people defend your honour, unaware of your dishonesty. But I see you. I know what you did. You lied to the police. You manipulate behind closed doors because you can’t manipulate me. You smear my name because you can’t bend my spirit. But here’s the thing: every time you try to knock me down, I rise stronger. You pull strings behind the scenes and plot in the shadows—but I never needed you to thrive. In fact, you’d have done more for our town working with me. You can’t sabotage opportunities that live beyond your reach. And the ones you have succeeded to take? Watch them return to me—threefold—with karma on my shoulder. I am a warrior for fair treatment, especially for the disabled and marginalised. You can blacklist me locally, stalk my work, and whisper poison into people’s ears for three years—but I’m still standing. Still winning. Because what I do comes from truth....

 Oh my heart!  I have just received the most beautiful card and paw prints of Bud from Sore Paws vets. These are truly beautiful and mean the world to me. He had his heavenly third birthday yesterday and we lit a candle for him at mine. He also has a memorial at my partners. He was so exceptionally loved and is greatly missed. Rest in peace my beautiful fur baby - you were far too good for this world. 🐾 Sarah 🌹

Cropped: A disabled voice silenced: It’s disheartening to be excluded from the disability advocacy work I’ve contributed to—apparently due to my open, legal use of medical cannabis on social media. To then be cropped out of shared images feels unnecessarily spiteful. It sends a harmful message to neurodivergent people like me, especially those with RSD: "Your voice doesn't matter."  I feel erased. I spotted my shoulder in press coverage promoting another disabled woman’s voice, while I’m still waiting for the policies that allegedly justify my silencing. What rules have I broken by advocating for legal access to medicine? You don't support disabled people by erasing us. Period. I won’t share the image—for now. I still hope they'll do the right thing and include my podcast. Because disabled voices do matter and that INCLUDES mine! Sarah Wingfield  Independent Disability Advocate  #Podcast #Cropped #Blacklisted #MedicalCanna #DisabilityAwareness #DisabilityInclusion...

The Power of Not Remaining Silent- There is something sacred about telling the truth as it is—raw, unpolished, and alive. In a world that so often rewards silence, especially when the truth is ugly or inconvenient, choosing to speak up—consistently, honestly, and in real-time—is a radical act of defiance. Documenting the ups and downs of life as they happen isn’t just cathartic; it’s necessary. Not just for ourselves, but for the world that’s watching in silence, waiting for someone to say, “Yes, that happened to me too.” We’re taught from an early age to smooth over our pain, to present the best version of our lives, to curate our struggles into something more palatable. But life is not a highlight reel. It is messy. It is heartbreak and joy wrapped in the same day. And when we only share the triumphs, we starve others of the truth that suffering is not a flaw—it’s part of being human. The real danger lies in the pressure to keep quiet. People will go to extreme lengths to silence you...

  https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/723991?fbclid=IwY2xjawKS2xpleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHs2pC4G-KEmB4TSxz33ln1AifbapYX8RmeSBLq22w59AD_9GPhl-71rNoWxH_aem_arr0NqKicwQzDD04kn8J5A If you care about DISABLED RIGHTS and your OWN future health 🙏🏻 GET THIS SIGNED ASAP! ❤️ We've managed 4,722 so far - that's almost halfway to our first goal! Please share and/or sign! #welfarenotwarfare  Sarah: Changing the Narrative (two Sarah's team up to double the Sarah power of actioning positive change! 🦸🏻‍♀️) Kawaii Doll Decora -- Sarah: Changing the Narrative's post: -- Cuts to disability benefits aren’t just about money. They are about whose lives we choose to protect, and whose lives we quietly decide are expendable. Right now, Britain is cutting PIP, freezing incapacity benefits, and shrugging off the damage as if it’s inevitable. The disabled community is frightened. And for good reason. We know our history. We know what happens when society decides disabled people are “too expen...

Keep Showing Up for You – That’s How Change Happens Remember this — when you're kicked while you're down, it’s not because you deserved it. It’s because this world has a dark habit of punishing vulnerability. The unfairness will hit you like cold wind: sabotage, criticism, judgment, neglect, rejection. Sometimes all at once. And yet — you still have power. The power to keep showing up for yourself, over and over again. That’s where real change begins. Not in the perfect conditions. Not when it’s easy. But in the brutal moments where you choose not to give up on you. Every so-called “problem” you carry — the trauma, the mistakes, the shame, the things society tries to label as broken — they’re not the end of your story. They are the highlighter pens on what needs fixing in the world, not in you. You could bow to it all, accept it, internalise it… or you could turn that pain outward, into something that makes life better — not just for you, but for all of us. Because here’s the t...

Silenced for Healing: When Advocacy Collides with Stigma: I am a disabled woman. I live with chronic pain and a body that rarely gives me a break. I fight every day to exist, to speak, to advocate—not just for myself, but for countless others like me. And yet, recently, my voice was deliberately muted. Not because I lied, harmed, or misrepresented myself, but because I dared to advocate openly about my legal use of prescription cannabis and share footage of me managing my pain with it. Yes, cannabis. The plant that has offered me more relief than a pharmacy's worth of pills. The medicine that finally helped me eat again, sleep again, move again. The substance that, when prescribed and used responsibly, gave me back parts of my life that pain had stolen. The drug that is responsible for me staying alive. Apparently, being honest and sharing that publicly is enough to get you blacklisted. Blacklisting is not something new to me - the world rarely makes space for me and I don't fi...

Some people are incapable of understanding you or your perspective because they're so far away from anything you've experienced - you can't change that. But you should never condone their unnecessary abuse or negativity - let them keep that and swim in it. Some of us have survived and endured far more than any one individual ever should have - and we create change and paths so others don't have to suffer like we did. We don't owe anyone our reality when they choose assumptions over facts. ❤️ We damage control - we keep going and we find people who are 'for us' and our spirit tribe. I'm not alone in the way the world fixates on opportunities to hate - my feed is flooded with people on the cusp - trying to survive and constantly targeted with misguided hate, projections, unnecessary negativity and bullying. I build them up when hundreds are tearing them down - I step in the hate and offer love and understanding - they can hate me all they want but doesn...

I am not Yours to Define: Reclaiming My Space and Self-Respect: “It’s been swell, but the swelling’s gone down.” – Tank Girl *Exit stage left.* Today I made space for someone—respecting our differences, I heard her out, and supported her, even when her tone was laced with spite. I clarified things she asked me to explain. I reminded her that abuse is never her fault. And in return? She tried to invalidate my existence. Wrapped her personal opinions in insults, and threw them at me like truth bombs. Classic. So I told her plainly: "I'm not wearing your opinions of me—you can keep them." And I exited. Quietly. Cleanly. Notifications off. Let them talk 'at' me all they want. My time and energy is precious - it won't be wasted on hateful sorts. The superiority complexes some people carry are wild. When you try to educate, they take it as an insult—because ignorance dressed up as ego can’t bear the weight of being challenged. If they truly understood what they were...