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I saw the sea today, out with my boyfriend who lives on the south coast. Grey and simmering, faint sunshine tipped the tops of waves by late afternoon.

I’ve been unwell, along side juggling an intense workload. I need peace. What better than the sea and crisp air to recuperate?

My support worker drives my car. She assists me in and out of the car. For every task, she assists. From very personal to specific. My writer’s tools prepared; laptop on table, note book to my hand.

Will you, DWP, take these reasonable and productive activities away from me? Am I so “underserving” of these human acts of freedom,  because of the chance reality of who I am – a disabled woman?