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Julie Helen – A letter to my sixteen year old self

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A woman sits in her kitchen in her wheelchair. She holds a toddler in her lap. They are both looking at the camera. She lightly rests her head on top of his and smiles at the camera.

Dear Julie, This letter has sent me on a journey of rediscovery that spans 20 years. Imagine, where you are now, enjoying Transition Year, fresh off the stage of Oklahoma, having done one Young Scientist Project and about to do another, in the blink of an eye, you’ll be a graduate, an employee, a wife and a mother.

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A letter to my sixteen year old self: What I wish I knew about decision making and disability

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Dear Clíona, I am writing to you as a slightly older, supposed to be wiser, version of you. I would like to tell you that I have figured it all out and that I now have all the answers to questions such as why people treat you differently, what should you say to deal with all embarrassing situations and how to make the right decision every time but sadly I don’t! I am still learning and think I will be for a long time.

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Shelly Gaynor – A letter to my sixteen year old self

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Hi Shelly, I know the year of your sweet sixteenth hasn’t been what you thought it would be. Spending the best part of the summer in hospital is never ideal. I’m happy to let you know that there is light at the end of the tunnel.