In case you don’t follow me on social media, I wanted to catch you up with the very latest in Diary of a Disabled Person news.
As many of you know I was recently made redundant and have since been looking for work. Yesterday, while sat in a local cafe, I received a phone call telling me I had a job. However, this wasn’t just any job. This was a job I really wanted, that I could be proud of, and that I knew was very much a long shot when I applied for it.
I will soon be joining the Clinical Trials Research Unit at the University of Leeds as a Data Management Assistant, contributing to medical research by overseeing data submission, checking for errors, finding anomalies, and questioning anything I feel to be out of place. Some people would consider this job to be their worst nightmare but for me it is the opposite. To be able to help move medical research forward has been an ambition of mine since taking my A-levels, and I honestly thought that I would have to choose between that and a writing career. As it transpires, I can now do both while remaining financially secure.
Disability doesn’t mean I can’t work in medical research.
