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(Cameron and Hussey, 2001:16). Through his plucky courage and determ<strong>in</strong>ation Joey<br />
succeeds and is rewarded by a good fairy who bestows upon him bounteous gifts:<br />
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“Oh,” Joey laughed, “I am so happy, how can I ever thank you enough?”<br />
In fact he was so happy, too happy, his weak heart could not stand the excitement,<br />
and he fell over, dead. Everybody was most upset.<br />
“Do not worry,” the angel said, “Joey is gone to a happier place. For all his life he<br />
was held back by his unfortunate disabilities. Now he is free.”<br />
(Cameron and Hussey, 1981:20).<br />
This story sold out <strong>in</strong> two days. Fifty copies were sold between assembly and morn<strong>in</strong>g break<br />
to girls at the Lady Verney High School. A Tale <strong>of</strong> Christmas Cheer was a very dark<br />
comedy, written with anger and bitterness. I would now perhaps suggest that at the time I<br />
was react<strong>in</strong>g aga<strong>in</strong>st media portrayals <strong>of</strong> disabled people, but I did not have the experience to<br />
understand this. As far as I was concerned, disability was someth<strong>in</strong>g to be laughed at. I had<br />
noth<strong>in</strong>g to do with disabled people and they had noth<strong>in</strong>g to do with me. Disability was their<br />
problem, not m<strong>in</strong>e. I had just been knocked down by a car and that was different.<br />
It was after I left school <strong>in</strong> 1982 that my father started suggest<strong>in</strong>g I should register as<br />
disabled. This was someth<strong>in</strong>g I reacted angrily aga<strong>in</strong>st and refused to consider. I would not<br />
register disabled because I was not disabled. My father made this suggestion on various<br />
occasions dur<strong>in</strong>g the next few years.<br />
In autumn 1982 I spent a period <strong>in</strong> hospital hav<strong>in</strong>g my left leg shortened to compensate for<br />
loss <strong>of</strong> growth <strong>in</strong> my right. Hav<strong>in</strong>g engaged <strong>in</strong> several lengthy conversations with the lady<br />
from The Church Army who brought round the book trolley, I made what, for me, was a<br />
very important decision. I decided I could either carry on be<strong>in</strong>g cynical and negative, <strong>of</strong> no<br />
use to anyone, least <strong>of</strong> all myself, or I could try and use my experience to help others go<strong>in</strong>g<br />
through similar situations. I saw myself work<strong>in</strong>g with disabled people, help<strong>in</strong>g disabled<br />
people, but certa<strong>in</strong>ly not as a disabled person. I aspired for a short while after this to become<br />
a social worker.<br />
A number <strong>of</strong> disabl<strong>in</strong>g experiences stand out <strong>in</strong> my memory from my time as a Social<br />
Adm<strong>in</strong>istration student at Brighton Polytechnic. Enquir<strong>in</strong>g about holiday jobs at a Wimpy<br />
burger bar where staff were be<strong>in</strong>g recruited, I was told bluntly by the manager that he would<br />
not consider me “Because this is a fast food restaurant and you‟re not fast”. A girlfriend‟s