UNBOXED. UNFILTERED. UNAPOLOGETIC
THE STORY I SHARE IS COLOURFUL, CONFRONTING AND CHALLENGING. TOTALLY UNFILTE
I WAS 24 WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED IN 14 SECONDS.
THE STORY I SHARE IS COLOURFUL, CONFRONTING AND CHALLENGING. TOTALLY UNFILTE
I WAS 24 WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED IN 14 SECONDS.
One moment, I was building a career in fashion and working nights as a bouncer. The next, I’d fallen off my drag bike and couldn’t feel my legs. Conscious. Coherent. And surrounded by a sense of urgency.
Months in hospital, moving back home, learning to live in a world not built for wheelchairs — that was only half the battle. Recovery wasn’t just physical — it was mental. Systems, stares, assumptions — they were the real barriers.
But something had shifted. The systems, the stares, the assumptions. I was often the only disabled person in the room — talked about, not to. Nothing was set up for me to exist equally. And that realisation sparked a shift inside me. Perspective. Priorities. Purpose. Because once I saw the gaps, I couldn’t stop seeing them.
What I realised? Disability isn’t the limitation. The box is. And in pursuit of personal growth, I stumbled into purpose. Every part of that journey now shapes how I speak, how I lead, and how I show up — in spaces not built for me, but ready to be shifted.The story I share is colourful, confronting, and challenging.them.
In 2022, four years later, I left everything behind and travelled across Southeast Asia, Latin America, and Australia. What I found wasn’t just a global view of disability — it was a fire to reframe it.
Disability isn’t the limitation. The box is. Now, I challenge systems, shift mindsets, and remind businesses: True inclusion isn’t about ramps or checklists — it’s about rewriting the narrative.
THE STORY I SHARE IS COLOURFUL, CONFRONTING AND CHALLENGING. TOTALLY UNFILTERED.
We’d learn later that I’d acquired a spinal cord injury. What lay ahead was months in hospital, moving back in with my parents and learning how to live in a world that wasn’t designed with a wheelchair in mind. I left hospital, came home for Christmas, spent time with loved ones — then faced the long road back to London. I returned to corporate life, continued in sales, trained as a life coach, and led client meetings. I went back to festivals, travelled, and did the things that made me feel like me. Because it wasn’t just my body that had to adapt — it was my mindset. And doing the same things I’d always done was an fundamental part of my mental recovery.
