Upgraded: The Gaming Accessibility Conference 2018

Gaming accessibility is something I’m really passionate about because I have grown up gaming and with a visual impairment.

A lot is being done it has to be said mostly by Microsoft (the Xbox one has a screen reader, Magnification and a plethora of controller set up options) it seems the whole gaming community is getting together to spread the word on accessible gaming.

I would have loved to have been at this conference able to get my voice heard.

I have a Nintendo Switch and I love it dearly but it lacks even basic accessibility settings when you compare it with the big boys of PlayStation and Xbox (however there is give and take on both sides)… purely based on accessibility I would love to own an Xbox as well as my Switch.

NEWSFLASH! People with all kinds of disabilities play console/computer games of all kinds. We are as diverse as any other group it’s time for industry to hear our voice.

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Upgraded: The Gaming Accessibility Conference 2018

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Change will happen to ME

It seems strange to be writing about change as I have just changed the layout of this blog, it seems to be creating a little sub theme, but the change I am referring to here is a life change.

It’s at this point I need to mention Beth and her blog ‘Screw Bronze‘; I have been following Beth’s blog ever since the start of the Ouch project and she is a truly fantastic example of a human being, if you do nothing else today just pop over to her blog and have a read. Her latest post titled ‘Badminton, illness and change’ has really hit me and helped me with a change I am getting to grips with right now.
As I am sure readers will be aware I have a bone condition in addition to being VI its that (not so) little thing that everyone ALWAYS forgets about, but trust me I never forget about it!
My condition has always been one that is likely to flare up and deteriorate over time, I have always known this but today I have come to a bit of a milestone.
After walking down The (EFFING) Eiffel Tower and then yesterday (just as things where improving) managing to slip over in the mud I am having a very serious flare up.
My left hip and knee take it in turns to be very painful and I am really struggling to balance.
I have hit the point I always knew would happen, it is time to obtain a walking stick.
This is for me a bit of a big thing, I am possibly being a bit pathetic but now the time has come I am finding it rather difficult.
People will see me and Gus and then a stick I’m worried about what will go through peoples heads, questions they might ask and the reactions of my friends, acquaintances and complete strangers.
Reading Beth’s blog has made me realise, its just an adjustment to a new normal for me and everyone else, I have no need to feel self conscious or concerned about peoples perceptions and prejudices.
I am ME; a stunningly beautiful, 20 year old, independent. visually impaired woman who sometimes needs to use a stick to get about and more importantly I will not be ashamed of what I am.
OK its a change for me to think about using a stick, but it will only be a change for so long, and then it will become the norm, nothing will be different.

Paris- Day 3

Day 3 was the last in Paris, my leg did not work to well still, and it hurt; so it was probably a good job it was our last day.

We left the hotel at 9 am and hopped on the coach to head down to Sacra cur – which means sacred heart and is honestly one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, from the outside. It sits on a hill with steps going up. I would have really liked to see it close up but I did not make it up all the stairs, getting as far up as I did on the hill did give me a really beautiful view of the streets.
I found a shop were I also found the cheapest Coke since I had been in France so I brought 2 and then we headed it off for coffee and I had a very nice expression.
At 12 we got back on the coach and headed back out of Paris, at 8PM we were back at uni.

Paris- Day 2

Day 2 was CRAZY we did so much in a seriously short space of time!

First off we got up thanks to my mobile phone at 7:15 am, and headed down for breakfast.
Breakfast was interesting, it consisted of croissants French sticks, boiled eggs ham and unidentified cheese that I was too scared to try. I had ham and croissants, the ham was gross, but the croissants where good so all was well.
About 9 ish we headed off to Notre Damme on the coach, the weather was not good but even still the cathedral looked beautiful, but dark VERY dark. I took loads of pictures of the place and the stained glass windows that are beautiful, and its all completely symmetrical, there is so much to say about it, we went on a tour and where told about all the carvings and paintings and the main features of the building it was really really great!
Then we went on a boat trip…. I don’t really remember much of it because I fell asleep and couldn’t actually work out which way to look and when I did couldn’t see it anyway! Nothing personal Paris I just don’t like boat trips!
Then we went to a museum of cinema… which was good but dark and a bit boring, and I didn’t like that they had a Video playing showing various animals being dropped from a great height to see how they landed and IF they got back up!
We then went outside and checked out the very random GIANT Mexican man outside the museum.
We then went to the nearest metro station and went shopping, we where let lose and went in search of much needed food. We found the most gross looking kebab shop the world has ever seen and are very lucky not to have food poisoning.
Then we headed back on the metro to go to The Eiffel tower. We arrived slightly late because of the train and headed over to security.
For the first time EVER I managed to get through the security metal detector thing without setting it off, I’m so proud of myself.
We then went up The Eiffel tower, I am scared of heights but have been up the Berlin TV tower and the London eye and been fine with it so I thought I would be OK.
However when we got on the first level high up I decided I was not fine with it! I stood holding on to the metal thing and did not go anywhere near the edge!
I was terrified but still wanted to go to the top so I could say I had done it, so I headed up in the lift with everyone else, all the way to the top, I quickly decided to wait inside slightly lower down and hang on to a handrail and wait for everyone to come down. we then meandered for a bit and went down the first lift.
We then went and joined the cue for the second lift that takes you from there  all the way to ground level.
It broke.
I had to walk down The (EFFING) Eiffel tower, in the dark, with my lack of balance, non existent night vision and vertigo. All rounded off by a strong wind. 
I was terrified and inside my head completely unsure whether I would actually make it down, my bone condition makes going down stairs physically very difficult and often painful so I tend to avoid where possible. There where also thoughts of falling down ALL the stairs to my painful twisted death.
I was shaking all over which did not help my balance every now and then we hit a dark patch where there was absolutely no light meaning I could not see the steps at all, we would then turn a corner and the lights would all be shining in my face, it was incredibly difficult.
At this point I need to commend Tom C for being a complete hero/star/generally fab and staying with me, being incredibly patient and keeping me calm. I seriously could not have done it on my own, and Tom was really calm!
Tom You are Great!
At the half way ish stage we bumped into Paul who found me a seat to sit on, I think by this point I was rather white and I know from my perspective that I was shaking all over very violently and that the world was spinning.
The second half of the journey down was bad, there where occasional spiral stairs and the lighting situation got even worse, my world continued to spin and I ended up clinging on to both the handrail and Paul.
Then what seemed like hours later I made it down, and sat down on a concrete cube for a few moments to recover…. and got several hugs. 
The rest of the group headed up to the restaurant I think I may have been a little short with someone who asked me if I was OK, I wasn’t and thought it was a stupid question, I’m sorry to this person! I also remember that someone called my Jemma Brown MBE but I can’t remember who or why? Its all a bit a blur and if anyone can fill me in feel free!
Then Tom me and a few of the Lecturers who I think where a bit worried I was going to pass out headed to the restaurant. 
I was still shaking and my left leg was strangely numb, or shaking, or painful I am not really sure which and I very nearly fell over as a result.
Again in leaps Super Tom who let me hang on to dear life to his shoulder while I staggered to the restaurant.
I was still feeling rather nauseous and spinning by the time I got there sat down and ordered spag bol.
We then headed back to the hotel on the metro, again Super Tom’s shoulder came in very handy as I could not really walk very well, oh and going on the metro meant going up and down more stairs, which gave me more vertigo.
I was a wobbly wreck by the time I got back to the hotel so simply headed off to bed.

Paris- Day 1

Well I am back from Paris and I am alive -those will probably be the most interesting part of this post but I wanted to divide the trip up into individual days, so for the really interesting bits check in for day 2 when I write it!

Day 1 was the day of travel basically we spent most of it on the coach and then went off to the louvre to try and find food and see the art.
We where on the coach for hours and the euro tunnel train for ages which was boring  I was listening to an excellent book and then shock of shocks my headphones broke! I wold seriously recommend Dawn French’s book of memoirs named Dear Fatty!
We left the hotel in the dark and travelled on the Metro which is the French equivalent tot the underground
We didn’t have to long in the louvre as we got there about 1 hour before closing and they start to empty the place  30 minutes before that.
I just had enough time to do the recording I did for my radio piece, and then go in search of food.
The only food I managed to find was a Star bucks and that had sold out of everything pretty much, so it was an apple muffin for dinner.
I did my radio piece and unfortunately I don’t think it worked to well as my headphones broke, and at some point I must have knocked the input level dial so a lot of it has distorted. I have not listened to it in full yet but it does not sound good!

Merry christmas one and all!

I just really wanted to wish all the readers of DOAM a vary merry festive season, no matter what it is your celebrating or if your not!


So anyway its Christmas eve tomorrow and I shall be spending vast amounts of time rapping everyone’s presents, as I generally haven’t yet. 


I’m like a very immature big kid at Christmas I love it, and as usual I am very excited I love the whole thing with presents and can honestly say I like watching other people opening their presents probably more than my own and seeing how pleased they are with what I brought time. (Hopefully) 


Of course the sheer excitement of not knowing what is wrapped in the shiny paper is all to much for me, I love shiny things because they are really easy to see and catch the eye so all the wrapping paper gets me very excited as soon as I see a present I want to open it! 


I have to also confess that I have brought myself a little Christmas present in the form of a very shiny and very lime green trimmed cricket bat. Its a very nice but not to expensive Kookaburra bat with lime green livery and grip, so hopefully when it is on the sidelines I will be able to find it easily, also it was available with a long handle and choice of weights so that is also good, it will probably be waiting for me back at halls. The only slight downside is that I will be missing the next training session because I will be in Paris so I don’t get to give it a spin for 2 months!