PGP / SPD My story:

 #chronicpain  "Sometimes you have no choice but to hit pause and rest - until your body lets you do things again. 💔" -Kawaii Doll Decora ❤️ Rest Is Not a Failure: Listening to My Body with Chronic Pain There’s this unspoken pressure in the world to keep going. To hustle. To push through. To override discomfort in the name of productivity, success, or even just appearing “normal.” But when you live with chronic pain, your body becomes your compass — and sometimes, your limit. I didn’t choose to have pain. I didn’t ask for it. But I’ve learned, slowly and sometimes unwillingly, to listen to it. Because ignoring it doesn’t make it go away — it just makes it worse. It steals more days from me, more moments, more joy. Rest isn’t laziness. Rest is survival. It’s sacred. It’s what my body needs — not what society says I should do. There are days I can’t move much. Days when brushing my hair feels like climbing a mountain. And then, there are days when I can do more, when the pain ...

  Survival Isn't Always Loud: People who don’t know your struggles will always have an opinion. They’ll offer commentary on your life with confidence — despite knowing nothing about the hell you’ve endured to keep going. Let them talk. You don’t owe them an explanation. Keep going — not to prove them wrong. You already do that by existing, by breathing, by standing back up every time life knocks you down. Keep going to prove to yourself that even in the darkest moments, you're still capable of building something better. This week, I started antidepressants. Not because I’m weak. But because I’ve had enough. Enough abuse. Enough judgement. Enough people twisting the truth and calling it justice. I’m trying to build a good life, despite it all — despite a world that seems to reward cruelty and punish survival. I don’t stay at home much anymore. Not because I don’t want to. Because I can’t. My street hasn’t been safe for a long time. The people around me — strangers, neighbours, e...

  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...