08/04/2026
We NEED to talk about ablism.
Hi, I'm Sasha. I'm 31, and I'm back on Stoma School - properly this time. And I'm also sick to death of ablism.
On Saturday, I went into Leeds to do some jobs and shopping, and I went to use the Access Toilet in the train station on the way home. Typical isn't it - one of the times I actually need to use said toilet and I had forgotten my radar key. Oops!
I went to the information point, explained and they were so, SO lovely. They told me to make my way to where the access toilet is and someone would meet me there with the key.
This is where things went south...
On this particular Saturday, the men's toilets in the station were closed due to flooding and so, when I asked the lady stood there with the radar key if I could please be let in to the Access Toilet this - word for word - was her reply:
"Do you have to? Can you not use the main ones?"
"No, I need to use the Access Toilet. I have a stoma."
"Well I'm letting the men use it at the minute because theirs is closed so don't be long."
"It's my stoma, it'll take as long as it takes."
I genuinely don't even know where to start...
- Letting an entire section of people use the Access Toilet when there are at least three other areas throughout the very large train station that are dedicated men's toilets
- Asking if I "had to" use the Access Toilet. Let's be honest, none of us are using them to throw a disco party, are we?
- "Don't be long." ... don't even think I need to elaborate on what's wrong with that.
And this is WHY we need to talk about ablism. At that moment in time, my stoma bag was in an 'empty now or empty now' situation. So the fact some lady felt the need to try and either delay it or hurry it? I'd say what I thought of her but I promised my Mum I'd swear less.
That is all
Sasha x