Yet again I’ve found myself getting on my Twitter soapbox about why attitudes towards disability and sex need to change.

You’re probably all bored of me talking about this by now, but if you’re not, you can head on over to my profile to see the whole thread of tweets I made.  Here’s the first one for you:

Believe it or not, I’m actually sick of talking about this too. I’ve mentioned it on this blog and I’ve even blogged about it for the charity Scope too.  Yes, my mother read it and no, I’m not embarrassed. My dad chose not to read it, but if he had, I still wouldn’t have been embarrassed because why should I be?

Rob and I were together for 10 years and it took me a long time to stop feeling like I was doing something ‘bad’ by having a physical relationship with him .

(Yes, things are rocky right now, but we’re working on them and we’re in a good place. That’s an update for another time. Maybe.)

I spent far too much of my teenage years feeling ashamed, afraid and embarrassed. In fact, I used to wish that I wasn’t attracted to anyone, either sexually or romantically, because of society’s attitudes towards sex and disability. I felt like it was somehow wrong of me because I was always made to sex and relationships weren’t supposed to be for

But I’ll keep talking about it until we manage to end the stigma, because we will. One day.