On living two lives

How disability can split you in half

I’ll be 28 in a few weeks. It seems like an age when you should know things, handle them, stand - metaphorically, at least - on your own two feet. Except. I spent last night crying down the phone to my mother.

I’ll be 28 in a few weeks. It seems no time at all. No time at all since the terror of graduation and a first job I was terrible at and having my …