This weekend saw the Onevoice winter conference. Because dad is the only one who can put my chair in the van, and he had to fly out to basil, turkey, yesterday, I had to cut my stay short. This was, of course, unfortunate, but I suppose it couldn’t be helped. At least I got to help a bit.

It was, of course, fun, and I’m getting used to the format. This time, I brought two Pas – jen and ash. They did their job splendidly. Bringing them both may have been overkill, but the truth is I wanted them both to experience it. Onevoice is my ‘other world’; it is the world of disability, which, outside of internet message boards and msn messager, I don’t have much contact with these days. That is, of course, as it should be, but at the same time it feels like going back to your roots – a homecoming, of sorts.

I think that’s how the kids there feel too. At Onevoice it’s as if they are the normal ones. If I can help facilitate that, then it’s all good.

For now, though, its back to my other world – the world of books and learning. In this world, I’ll always be something unusual; there’s nothing bad in that, and I don’t mean it in a negative sense, but its nice, every so often, to go to somewhere where I am the norm.