The Time Jon Saved Me From The Bully

The Time Jon Saved Me From The Bully

It was a mild spring day and I was attending an afternoon playschool.  I was 3 years old and, although big for my age, to be honest I was a bit of a wimp.  Jon would’ve been 4 by then and just getting ready to start school. It was in a church hall in Beighton, the...
So it begins….

So it begins….

This blog is written not as a healthcare practitioner.  This blog is to highlight the other side of what motivates me to seek a more equitable landscape for people with disabilities – my older brother Jonathan. As the middle of three sons, Jonathan the eldest,...