Just in case you hadn’t caught on — I have Usher syndrome. Specifically, Type 1D. My parents tell me I was born profoundly deaf and received cochlear implants at 16 months old — though I obviously don’t remember that. Anna aged 16 months just after cochlear implant surgery. What I do remember is the frustration when the batteries would die. I’d just want to play with my friends, and suddenly my world would go silent. That feeling never really went away — it followed me from infant school all the way to sixth form. Ironically, some of those same friends are still in my life today — and they’ve pretty much appointed themselves my personal battery monitors! Early Support I’m lucky to have parents who put in countless hours of speech therapy. These days, most people don’t even realise I’m deaf unless I bring it up — usually during a laugh over the words I still can’t pronounce properly. (It’s a good reminder of how far I’ve come.) From sounds like th and f to words like shoulder ...
Darkness has always felt like a contradiction to me: part threat, part refuge. And now feels like the right moment to share these thoughts—as the days shorten and we edge toward the clocks going backwards for winter. Being alone at night can be utterly terrifying—filled with uncertainty, hidden dangers, and a suffocating sense of unease. While I could go out alone at night if I absolutely needed to, it’s not something I would ever choose to do. There would always be someone else there willing to guide me. Even if I know the route by heart and could technically walk it alone, I still move closer to the person guiding me. The dark adds strain: scanning for obstacles like overhanging branches or bins sticking out on the pavement, flinching at sudden voices of passersby that appear without warning. The street at night feels unpredictable—every shadow a question mark. And yet, at the same time, there’s something deeply calming about the stillness that darkness brings after a long, chaotic ...
A blue Arriva bus similar to the ones I trained on The day I was officially signed off to independently use buses marked a turning point for me. No longer do I need to plan events in advance around when someone is available to drop me off or pick me up. Now I have the freedom to say “I’m going to see my friends” or “I’m going shopping.” It’s opened up a world bigger than my immediate local area. But Getting Here Took Time But what about the journey to get to this point? Well… it took time. Why Bus Travel Isn’t Simple Bus travel can be unpredictable. It might be busy or quiet onboard. Announcements aren’t always audible, and skipped stops mean counting stops to yours isn’t a reliable method. Learning how to navigate all of this was just as important as learning the route itself. What Bus Training Gave Me Bus training provided me with: Consistency — repeating the route until I could indep...
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