PGP / SPD My story:

My Boundaries Remain in Place: Today, I need to refocus on my driving as I prepare for my practical test. The noise, hostility and abusive distractions are not welcome. I keep reminding myself that storms pass. Until this situation is resolved, I will continue blocking anyone who brings hostility, harassment or personal attacks into my spaces. I am entitled to decide which people, organisations and community projects I promote on my own platforms. Our communities deserve spaces where people feel protected, respected and properly safeguarded. Because I have previously been harmed by organisations that were supposed to support me, I take concerns about conduct, accountability and positions of responsibility extremely seriously. I will not promote an organisation while I have unresolved concerns about the conduct of people affiliated with it, particularly where that conduct has caused me significant distress. That is a personal safeguarding boundary, not an instruction telling anyone else...

Remember: Growth starts with accountability. I have never been diagnosed with, or experienced, paranoia. I also experience no side effects from my prescribed medical cannabis, none, which I use exactly as directed to manage chronic pain. My treatment is well documented and monitored by the medical professionals involved in my care. Ignorant assumptions are part of the problem. When someone leads with assumptions instead of curiosity, facts rarely change their mind because they weren't interested in the facts to begin with. Yes, I'm still annoyed about yesterday. I'm human, and I'm doing my best. That's all any of us can do. Sometimes it's okay to admit you got something wrong. I know I do. I'm proud I fix myself when I'm the issue and when others don't want resolution, like I do - I step away. Accountability means caring enough to reflect, apologise when necessary, and do better.  An apology isn't just words; it includes changed behaviour.  Real...

Why Advocacy Matters 💜 As an advocate, one of the hardest lessons I had to learn was how to advocate for myself. Helping others always came naturally. Standing up for vulnerable people, challenging unfair treatment, supporting those who felt unheard, and amplifying voices that were being ignored felt easy compared to speaking up for my own needs. Today, that has changed. I am proud to advocate for others, but I am equally proud to advocate for myself. Unfortunately, self-advocacy is often misunderstood. People who set boundaries, speak up, promote their work, challenge discrimination, or refuse to stay silent are often labelled selfish, narcissistic, attention-seeking, or worse. The reality is very different. Self-advocacy is not about ego. It is about recognising your own worth and understanding that your voice matters too. When disabled people, survivors, neurodivergent individuals, or anyone facing adversity speak up, they are not asking for special treatment. They are asking for d...

Polite Notice: As someone who moderates community spaces, I wanted to take a moment to clarify the standards I try to uphold and the values that guide my decisions. Communities work best when people feel safe to participate, share their views, ask questions, and engage in discussion without fear of being attacked, ridiculed, or harassed. I welcome: ✅ Respectful disagreement ✅ Healthy debate ✅ Different political viewpoints ✅ Constructive criticism ✅ Accountability ✅ Safeguarding ✅ Community safety ✅ Open discussion ✅ Treating people with dignity, even when we disagree What I do not support is: ❌ Personal insults and name-calling ❌ Attacks on someone's character, intelligence, appearance, disability, or mental health ❌ False allegations presented as fact without evidence ❌ Bullying, harassment, intimidation, or targeted hostility ❌ Encouraging or justifying abusive behaviour towards others ❌ Attempts to divide communities by creating "us versus them" mentalities ❌ Mocking ...

  Stalking Awareness: Stalking is not always someone hiding in bushes or following a person down the street. Sometimes it looks like: • Repeated unwanted contact • Constant monitoring of someone's online activity • Creating new accounts after being blocked • Repeatedly discussing someone in groups, forums, or chats • Turning up unexpectedly where someone is known to be • Tracking routines, habits, or movements • Sending unwanted gifts or messages • Encouraging others to contact or watch someone • Using intimidation, fear, or obsession to maintain contact What separates stalking from normal interaction is that the contact is unwanted, persistent, and causes distress, fear, or alarm. Many victims spend months or even years questioning themselves before realising what they are experiencing is not normal behaviour. If someone asks for no contact, blocks communication, or clearly withdraws consent for interaction, those boundaries should be respected. Awareness matters because stalking ...

We give people more chances than they need, and more explanations than they deserve - because our intention is resolution. The problem is, not everyone shares that intention. Some people will take your words, twist them, and repurpose them into something they can use to justify their behaviour.  Not because they misunderstood you - but because their goal was never understanding.  It was harm. Once you’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it. Look at the patterns:  – Who rallies others instead of resolving things directly. – Who hides public attacks behind the word “accountability”. – Who thrives in group pile-ons and audience validation. That’s not growth. That’s performance. And the moment they realise you see them clearly? That’s when it escalates. The truth is, I gave chances. I communicated. I clarified. And now I’m choosing distance - not because I don’t care, but because I care enough about my peace not to stay around energy like that. For those of us with CPTSD, this hits d...

I Don’t Fit — And I’m Tired of Pretending That I Should There’s a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from a single bad day, or even a bad week. It comes from years of accumulation, from layers of experiences that never quite resolve, from constantly having to brace yourself before anything has even happened. It sits in the body, in the nervous system, in the quiet moments where you realise you are already tired before the day has even begun. And that is where I am. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, and deeply, fundamentally exhausted. Because the truth is, I don’t fit. Not neatly, not comfortably, not in the way the world seems to expect people to. I don’t fit into the boxes that are presented as “normal”, and I don’t fit into spaces that claim to be inclusive until you exist in a way that challenges them. There is always a line, an invisible one, where acceptance quietly turns into discomfort, where support turns into silence, and where difference becomes something peo...

Not Everyone Who Stands With You Is Safe — Learning to Walk Away Without Guilt     There comes a point where you stop trying to understand people who were never trying to understand you, and I’ve reached that point—not because I don’t care, not because it doesn’t hurt, but because I’ve finally accepted something that took me far too long to learn. Not everyone who smiles at you is safe, not everyone who supports you is genuine, and not everyone who stands beside you intends to stay there. Some people stand beside you just long enough to see what you’ve built, and then they try to tear it down. Backstabbing isn’t always loud or obvious, it doesn’t always come with dramatic exits or clear warning signs. Sometimes it looks like support, sometimes it sounds like kindness, sometimes it feels like alignment—until it doesn’t. Until the tone shifts, the respect disappears, and you realise the same people you were protecting, supporting, and showing up for are the ones speaking against...

Low Spoons, Real Impact Hey everyone, Today is one of those days where unnecessary negativity has drained my spoons faster than I can replenish them. I’m struggling — but I’ll be okay. I’m trying to anchor myself to my to-do list, because there are things that need doing and people I don’t want to let down. Even when I’m running on empty, that still matters to me. What people often fail to understand is that when platforms and positions are abused — when negativity is encouraged, amplified, or weaponised — it doesn’t stay online. It has real-world consequences. And if you’re disabled, already living with chronic pain, fatigue, and limited capacity, those consequences hit harder. I’m not expecting everyone to understand. I’m not even expecting them to care. Some people genuinely can’t — or won’t — see beyond themselves. But right now, I do need extra support. Not because I’m weak, but because I’m tired. Tired of constant battles. Tired of hate. Tired of being treated like a “nobody” peo...