Welcoming Accessibility

This! This would make it so much easier to go out into the world…

Autism and Expectations

I am aware of my autism. Sounds are grating, they twang through my ears like over-extended elastic bands, and I wait for them to snap and hit me.

I have things to plan, and I am putting off planning them so that I don’t miss out on what is actually happening now. I don’t want to spend my time in a continuous cycle of minute detail, data analysis, and variable controlling, instead of living.

People are aware of my autism, I have had two such examples of adjustments given to me in the past week. Both were thorough and thoughtful and considered, one was unsought.

Can you guess which weighed less heavily upon me? There is something about listing your deficits to strangers, that is unsurprisingly horrible.

I hate having to say that I find things hard, I hate having to point out what I need to make things easier…

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It shouldn’t happen to an Elf.

Ordinary Hopes

Alfie the Elf taken to his bed and will not even look up. He is devastated. He is embarrassed and doesn’t want to go out any more.

Alfie went to Sainsbury’s Superstore in Penzance, choosing it because it is a great store with wide aisles – nice and spacious for moving about in his wheelchair.

Shopping followed by a mince pie and a drink in the cafe seemed a great idea but elves are not good at limiting their intake of mince pies and drinks (possibly stemming from helping Santa on Christmas Eve) and, before long, Alfie needed to “go”.

Elf toy, sat in a wheelchair, drinking a drink besides a sign saying "Sainsbury's is being watched by Elf Surveillance".

No worries, he said, there are toilets upstairs and down in this particular supermarket – they understand the need for plenty of facilities for all.

Except, they didn’t have facilities for all.

Alfie the Elf is disabled and needs toilets with a hoist. He left the house fully prepared with his…

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