By the time I left school, I had already decided I wanted to become a teacher.
The only thing that was stopping me was the fact that I did not want to be a doctor.
My dream job was to help people with disabilities.
It was the only one I could think of.
I would never be able to do that.
In fact, I was working for the Department of Health at the time.
I was also working for an organisation that had been trying to change the law to make it easier for people with learning disabilities to get employment.
My mother was also struggling with disability.
She had cerebral palsy and I was her primary carer.
I used to come home from work with her in a wheelchair and walk her to and from school.
I loved being a carer, but I also knew it wasn’t easy.
When I was 14, I suffered a stroke.
It changed my life.
I felt completely isolated, unable to interact with the world.
I could no longer work, my life became more isolated, and I felt worthless.
At that time, the Government had no plan to provide a job for me.
I started to look for employment.
I applied for a job at the age of 16 and was hired.
I got a job as a nurse.
At first, I didn’t know anything about how to work with a disability.
I had never worked in a classroom or with an elderly person before.
I struggled for a few months.
I became more and more frustrated with the way the Government was handling disability issues.
My employer was supportive, and after about four months, I got an offer to go back to work.
But then the Government changed.
They began to change their policy.
At the time, we were under the umbrella of the Government’s National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS).
The NDIS had been created in the 1990s and it offered support to people with disability who were receiving support from the Department for Work and Pensions.
My disability support allowance was stopped at the end of 2012, which meant that I was now no longer entitled to it.
I realised that I had to find another job.
So I went back to the Department, and they told me to find a job in the childcare sector.
I thought, this is great.
It’s a great opportunity.
I don’t have to work, I don and I can earn a living.
I have my own life now, and this is my new career.
But they told my mother, “No, you have to take this job”.
I had a very hard time.
She knew what she wanted.
I didn’t take it very well.
She said, “I am not interested.
I want you to take the job.
It is too difficult”.
I said, well, you’re right, but you can’t take this with me.
It was a long process.
I went to three different agencies to apply for a position.
I even went to the police, who were looking for people to take care of my disability.
I started to have difficulties.
I began to get depressed.
I told my employers about it, and in the end, they gave me a very bad interview.
They thought that it was a bad idea because it was going to take me away from my family and my friends.
They said that it wouldn’t be good for my mental health.
So I started taking my disability with me, and now I am a teacher, although I still feel that I am not able to work because I am disabled.
I feel like I am being punished.
But I am very happy.
I am getting good jobs, I am earning money and I am making a living, so I can afford to take a disability on.
I also want to make my own art.
I’ve never done any art before, and it is a really fun experience.
I can work with the children at school, and the art is a good way to give them something to look at.
My teachers also have a disability and they are very supportive.
They are happy when I talk about my disability, and that makes it all the more enjoyable.
I still feel isolated.
The other teachers are doing very well, but it is difficult to talk to them.
I really struggle to speak to them, because they don’t understand.
It makes me feel really isolated.
There are other teachers who have been with me for more than 10 years.
I tell them about my experiences, and then they are able to understand and support me.
One day, my mother was having breakfast with her friends.
She told them that I needed help, and when they came out of the kitchen, they were all very supportive and they all hugged me and said, that’s great that you need help.
But then one day, I just stopped talking to them and I went home.
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