Tuesday, November 21, 2017

People's Posts

Andrew Murray’s Story

Andrew-Murray eating food
Born in Hong Kong 7 April 1992. Moved to Dublin in July 2000- I have one older brother, James and a younger Sister, Lianne. I love travelling and meeting people. I play golf, table tennis and basketball with Blackrock Flyers Special Olympics club. I won a silver medal for golf at the national games in Limerick last year. I did the CCL course in Trinity College from 2010 to 2012.

QUALITY OF LIFE: What does it mean when your child has Autism?

Quality of Life can mean a lot of things to society as a whole. For most people, it means a good job, nice house and car, family and money for luxuries, and then you are pretty much all set - right?...

Something meaningful to do every day should be a right enshrined in law

Youth unemployment in Ireland is currently over 22 percent, and Irish parents are heartbroken watching their young adult sons and daughters emigrate to far away shores for work as there is nothing here for them. As difficult as this is, these young people are, in my opinion, lucky as they are able to emigrate and find a meaningful occupation elsewhere...


Boosting resourcefulness and optimism in people with disabilities, by highlighting their independence and involvement in the creative process, is one of the objectives of the author's concept of the theatre therapy named Theatre of Thought.

FROM A BED IN A DRAWER TO A BED IN A PALACE (and everything between)

From a drawer in the wilds of Connemara to a five star hotel with a view of the pyramids, Jack, our “special” son, has had plenty of exposure to holiday experiences. He is an only child, born in 1990- Our early holidays with Jack were with family in Galway. We had the use of a deserted house near Maam Cross but did not have a car and our luggage had to be minimal. So the paraphernalia now associated with babies was not a runner for Jack. Which is how he came to be sleeping in a drawer on his first “holiday”. He coped well with the intermittent lack of running water in that old house and was fascinated by the spiders and the open fire. Due to broken fences, the house was always close to invasion by sheep, an excitement he loved. The little stream that ran through the front “lawn” of that house was a source of intense interest to him as a dam-builder.

Strictly Let’s Dance

Lucy and Darragh jazz hands
Lucy Blake & Darragh Quinlan of The Solas Centre take to the floor for Waterford’s Strictly Let’s Dance this month. Lucy gives us a flavour of the preparations and the glamour! My name is Lucy and I’m living in Waterford City. I volunteer for the local Solas Centre which is part of The South Eastern Cancer Foundation and am always...

People come into your path for a reason

In two separate areas of South Dublin in the early 1980’s, two young women were not to know how their paths would soon cross. Young adult newly-wed life began for them as next door neighbours in the leafy suburb of Killiney - fresh-faced, youthful and above all, full of expectation. They both were instantly attracted to each other and friendship was a given. Easy smiles, merry laughs soon led to chat about life plans. They were created to be friends. Laughter was so much their sound...

Winnie and Mel Donlon

Earlier this year Winnie celebrated 50 years of a very full life. Next year, St Christopher’s, a service with a long association with Winnie’s parents and Winnie herself, will be celebrating 50 years of provision to families and their children with an intellectual disability. Winnie’s story and that of St Christopher’s go hand in hand, as Mel, her father, has been an integral part of the organisation since its foundation. 2014 will see five decades of Mel’s continuous involvement...


My name is Jane Fitzpatrick, I am 33 years of age and I am adult with a mild intellectual disability. I am originally from the Foxrock area. These days, with the support of my Mum and Dad and family and some great staff that have been working with me over the last couple of years, I am living independently in Stillorgan...


I went for an uncomfortable trip down memory lane last night. It led me past a clinic where I had brought my four-year-old daughter in 1975, to a school hall in Ballymun where about one hundred people were sitting under children’s art work. Waiting for bad news...