How can I sum up the events of yesterday? The truth is, I don’t feel I’m qualified to give an overview of the politics behind it all, yet it is clear to me that we disabled people are being hit hard by the government cuts. Clear enough, indeed, that yesterday I felt compelled to join my comrades on a protest up in westminster. It turned out to be an incredible day: as usual I went not knowing what to expect; I met a group of my comrades up in whitehall, opposite Downing street, already getting warmed up. They were a diverse bunch, the disability community now accommodating a gloriously vast array of people. Many people, not just those with the usual physical disabilities, now define themselves as belonging to our community, and a great many of them are being hurt by the tory cuts.

A short while later, after a few protest songs had been sang, the protest moved from whitehall to the DWP office in order to convey our message to Ian DuncanSmith. There we met up with other sections of our protest party who had been campaigning in other areas, such as the department of education. That is when it became clear to me that this was no small affair – there must have been two hundred of us. It was then, too, that I heard of the plan to actually enter the palace of Westminster and deliver our concerns directly. I had thought I would be home by seven, but this was going to be a long day.

I never thought I would actually be allowed into westminster hall, yet yesterday afternoon, having spent what felt an age going through security, I found myself sat in the beautiful millenium-old building. It is a fascinating place, labyrinthine with an ancient feeling. Portraits of prime ministers adorn the walls: I couldn’t help thinking his was where great people like churchill once walked. Unfortunately the building only has two small lifts, so getting us all to our allocated room took a while, and even then we couldn’t all get in. Thus I missed most of what was said, and indeed who said it. Nevertheless I felt it necessary to be there, sat with my comrades in the halls of power.

At this point I feel I should launch into a rant, outlining how angry I feel at the injustice this government is causing. And I did feel angry sat there yesterday in the green-carpeted corridor. Yet it was not a day for ranting, just being there was sufficient, showing our opposition to the injustices currently being meated out. The bus ride home was long and slow, and I was feeling guilty about not being able to skype my parents at the arranged time, but it had been a thrilling, amazing day – one of the greatest. I went to bed last night feeling that maybe, just maybe, I ad helped make a difference.