Another Playground Label Ahoy
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Travelling to the Shape Offices for the last day of the New Voices course I found myself shocked and alarmed by a poster on the tube. It wasn't the picture. It was the title. I suddenly realised that as a disabled person I was now at risk of acquiring another label. I was suddenly beiing asked to consider myself as one of The Undateables. Any search for love would be futile. Love for me had to be blind, disfigured and autistic. I could hear the word echoing around the playground, in the pubs...