PGP / SPD My story:

"Should people really have to verify they're disabled by wearing a sunflower lanyard?" Me: No, but considering some people seem to think my walking stick is a fashion accessory, it doesn't hurt to remind people that they can't diagnose invisible conditions, fractures, dislocations, internal swelling, or any other medical condition with their eyes. People can be incredibly ignorant. If wearing a Sunflower Lanyard helps remind others that not every disability is visible and encourages a little more patience and respect, then that's no bad thing. Respect shouldn't have to be earned by proving you're disabled, but until society stops judging people by appearances, anything that helps challenge those assumptions has value. Sarah Wingfield ❤️  #sunflowerlanyard #dynamicdisabilities Alt text: Selfie of a woman with long pastel pink hair wearing pink-tinted glasses and making a peace sign toward the camera. She is wearing a green Sunflower Lanyard around her n...

Kindness... My ex-abuser was handed court papers yesterday. At the same time, I find myself suffocating under the weight of other people's judgement, assumptions, lack of fact-checking, and lack of compassion. And honestly? I'm tired. Can we have some kindness back, please? Because behind every profile, page, blog, business, group, and public post is a human being. A real person. 🙏🏻✨ A person carrying things you may know nothing about. You don't know what someone is facing behind closed doors. You don't know what battles they're fighting, what trauma they're processing, what legal proceedings they're navigating, what health issues they're enduring, or how much strength it took for them to simply get out of bed that morning. Yet so many people seem comfortable judging, criticising, gossiping, and piling on without ever stopping to ask whether they're being fair. As someone with ADHD and autism, I feel things deeply. Disrespect, dishonesty...

I’ve just had to block an artist I previously supported because they refuse to understand the role AI plays in disability and accessibility. You’re absolutely entitled to your opinion. What you’re not entitled to do is weaponise that opinion to attack disabled communities — especially while actively using AI-merged platforms yourself. That’s not principle. That’s hypocrisy. AI, for many disabled people, is not a shortcut. It’s an access tool. It bridges gaps that the world still refuses to close. If you want to critique technology, do it honestly. But don’t disguise hostility toward disabled access as some kind of artistic purity stance. Find a new excuse — because targeting disabled people for using accessibility tools isn’t it. Accessibility is not something I should ever have to publicly justify. Yet somehow, the most uninformed and judgemental voices are the loudest in demanding disabled people be scrutinised to “prove” what we need. I’m not participating in that. If you don’t unde...

AI, Access, and the Weight of Other People’s Judgement: It’s easy to criticise AI music when you’ve never had your access to creativity limited by disability. That sentence alone carries more truth than most of the debates I see online. For many disabled artists, AI isn’t a shortcut. It isn’t laziness. It isn’t a lack of skill or passion. It’s an access tool. Full stop. When people argue about “artistic purity” or “real musicianship,” they often forget — or choose to ignore — the very real, very physical barriers that disabled artists face before we even get near the creative part. Accessing looper packs. Affording beats. Navigating software designed without disabled bodies or neurodivergent minds in mind. Enduring pain, fatigue, brain fog, seizing up, limited mobility, or being bedbound — and still wanting to create something meaningful. These aren’t abstract concepts to me. They’re my life. I didn’t start making music for clout or controversy. I started because I was bedbound for ov...

A closed door: I can’t stand being used and then discarded when I’m no longer convenient. It’s bad enough when strangers do it — but when it’s family or relatives? Nah. I’m done. If you choose not to be my family, I’m not chasing you. Unfriend me. Block me. I’ve spent too long putting people first and giving endless benefit of the doubt just because we share blood or we're family. If I’m not family to you, then noted. I wish I’d realised sooner, but here we are. What really gets me is that some of you never even tried to know me. You decided who I was based on assumptions, hearsay, or what was easiest for you. I’m exhausted from being the one who tries to keep the peace while others don’t care half as much. So if relatives are unfriending me now, I’ll let them. 🫵🏻💯✨ I’m done shrinking, explaining, or performing for people who couldn’t be bothered to show up properly, it's not like they treated me well when they were around anyway! That door is closed now. I already have ever...

Today I was spoken down to — simply because I’m white. Yes. Really. My skin tone. 😵‍💫 It’s not the first time, and let’s be honest, it won’t be the last — which is surreal, because I genuinely thought we were past this. For me, it’s bizarre because I have never judged anyone by the colour of their skin. That’s not who I am and not how I move in this world. I acknowledge discrimination in all its forms — but I choose helping over harming. Always. 🤘🏻 I was talking about the charities I work with and the support I give to women and girls globally — and I was told to “shut up” purely because of the body I was born in. It reminded me of being a child, watching people mock or fear what was simply different, instead of understanding that actions define character — not skin. My great aunt had Down syndrome, and people used to speak to her like she was less. Yet she was intelligent, warm, and deeply perceptive. Difference is not inferiority. Never has been. The woman who said this to me was...