About two years ago, I set about finding disabled poets who were writing for younger audiences. I contacted over six hundred specialist libraries, authors, illustrators and children’s laureates from over a dozen countries. The answer was unanimous: no, we don’t know of any authors, but there should be some.
There’s a photo I keep thinking of. I am ten or eleven or so, and I’m sitting on a garden wall. I’m smiling, looking away from the camera.