The date 23^rd September 2017 will always be etched in my memory as the day that disabled people in Ireland came together to push back against the injustice that we’d collectively endured as a collective since the onset of the recession. On that chilly September day, over two hundred people came together in the Mansion House, a year after the centenary marking the Easter Rising in 1916, to celebrate the lives of seven late disability activists who had made notable contributions to the advancement of Independent Living and equal rights for disabled people in Ireland. Their names were Martin Naughton, Joe T. Mooney, Ursula Hegarty, Florence Dougall, Michael Corbett, Dermot Walsh and Donal Toolan. Although these people were singled out, there were many activists from across the country whose contributions were recognised in conversations held between attendees on the day; far too many to list here.

When Martin died on 13^th October 2016, a collective of disabled people came together to create a space to celebrate his work and legacy. What became obvious in the planning process of the event was that we needed to reinvigorate people and the Independent Living Movement as a whole. In the barren landscape of post-recession Ireland, where vital services had been attacked and whittled down to almost nothing by the very people who promised to protect them, disabled people were hungry for change, and were adamant that they had a duty to honour these seven activists’ legacy by fighting for it.

On 23^rd October 2016, as I sat in Carmichael House, where the first Center for Independent Living had been established twenty-four years beforehand, I pondered on how I could contribute to the continuation of this important disability movement. It had been a year since I’d last been employed by Offaly Centre for Independent Living, and I’d departed from the job with a sparse skill set; apart from a successful Fashion show which sported the diversity within our local community, I’d only ever organised a smattering of coffee mornings and movie afternoons. I wanted to be a writer, and so I volunteered to establish a blog to collect memories and stories about the early days of the movement. Doing so gave me the confidence to help with the admin of the event. For the first time in a long time, I felt valued and useful, and it was an amazing feeling.

I was invested in this project. My peers were trusting me and were generous with their advice. I started talking to and texting people I’d never spoken to before, especially John Doyle and Shelly Gaynor. John fed me titbits of Independent Living history, things I didn’t know before, because there was no record of an Irish disability movement. Shelly was a grounding force. She was the voice of reason and could easily distinguish between the achievable and the impossible. And Eileen Daly became a firm friend, trying to arrange meetings to accommodate my participation. Ultimately, however, I ended up recruiting a babysitter for Alison as the organisation of the event became like a full-time job.

There was a lot of talk around the event, positive and negative. Mistakes were made, many of which I’d take back in a heartbeat, and certainly would not repeat. Organising an event of this magnitude was a giant learning curve. That’s the essence of Independent Living, and learned from each other. Alliances and lasting friendships were formed. Ultimately, disabled activists from across the country rowed in behind us, knowing that although the process wasn’t perfect, we were trying our best. We were reluctant to make promises about how the event would go. I felt we were under an enormous amount of pressure. Everyone was looking for the same thing: a feeling of solidarity and camaraderie; yet each of us were also bring personal hopes and expectations to the table.

Finally, the day itself came. I remember waking up with a pain in my stomach. I remember doing my best to greet everyone I knew and introduce myself to anyone I didn’t. As a writer, I’m used to working alone, but meeting two hundred people in one day was another level of overwhelm. In an act of bravery or stupidity, I’d offered to write and perform a monologue highlighting the dangers of internalised oppression; we cannot allow our own self-limiting beliefs to hold us back. I’d never performed on stage before, and the subject of the monologue I’d written with Peter Kearns – a disabled mother led to believe that she was incapable of caring for her own baby – was still painful and raw, five years later.  Thankfully, my acting debut was well-received, though minutes later, Peter Kearns found me puking in the toilets. (“Does it get easier?” I asked him. “God, no,” he laughed as he beheld my ashen face.)

The event was picked up by RTE News, which was great publicity, but the purpose of the event was more nuanced than was reported. We came together as a collective to mourn and remember, but also to regroup. We needed that event to remind ourselves of our own strengths. That we did not deserve the inhumane treatment that was doled out to us in the name of saving government money. A reminder that no matter how much is in the government pot, we are entitled to our rights and services that enable us to be independent must be secured and underpinned by a rights-based approach.

Eight years have passed now, and changes have been made. Independent Living Movement Ireland (ILMI) is now officially recognised as a Disabled Persons’ Organisation (a DPO), representing the views of disabled people across the country. ILMI are supporting the establishment of local DPOs, encouraging people to fight for their rights and vocalise their concerns. 

In addition, ILMI is leading the way in pushing back against language that victimises or infantilises disabled people. And just last week saw the publication of the National Human Rights Strategy for Disabled People 2025-2030, a historic moment as this has been the first strategy to consult with disabled people and DPOs throughout its compilation. This gives me hope that perhaps, one day, disabled people might gather in the Mansion House to celebrate rights, freedom of choice, and being truly treated as independent citizens of Ireland, just as those gone before us fought for.

I will forever be proud of taking part in this event, and will always use it as a benchmark for what is possible, because really, anything is, when we work together.