
at The House of Smalls Gallery Edinburgh, running during the Fringe Festival



Disability and homelessness: The idea for using tents in my work began when I wanted to raise a physical awareness of homelessness by placing life-size tents outside the local authority housing offices, each tent representing a member of my household, my family. ‘Homeless at home’ is a phrase in caselaw when it is unreasonable for a disabled family to live in their current situation. I needed to somehow make this hidden crisis tangible.
The tents were going to be placed outside the Council building, in front of the bricks and mortar of the very people who were/are responsible for causing my family significant harm with their lack of suitable housing, the endless waiting and absolute disregard for our disabilities. The cruelty and inept runs very deep within these institutions and they enforce silence of the vulnerable by manipulating their systems, and blatantly ignoring existing frameworks intended to protect us. The tents were going to be covered with words, emails, housing legislation and statistics describing the situation… Their words, and mine, and the law, things that they choose to ignore.
Tents, synonymous with rough sleeping, I wanted to draw attention to the other ways in which we are homeless. I never did make the piece of work described above, in lieu of my big tents; as has been the way over the past year; I have gone small. I have made a mini-version of my initial idea. The presentation of the tent being within the dolls house, is further illustration of ‘homeless at home’.
The reasons for the change of presentation? a) a creative desperation to make this activist artwork, even if I can’t go big, b) because I was made so unwell by the very situation I was fighting, I had nothing left in the tank to make the work in any format at all for a very long time, c) because I was advised by heads of various local organisations that my work could be seen as adversarial and not in the spirit of working together; essentially, ruffling feathers, would get me nowhere, antagonising them would result in a worse outcome. It’s crazy to think that I was so frightened of making our already unbearable situation worse, that I chose to heed that advice, d) There is always another level of ‘bad’ that can be imposed on an autistic family who are asking for help (see my previous work about the modern-day witch hunts/institutional discrimination of autistic mothers, fii and parental blame).
It is shocking how quickly Local Authorities turn on families when the support services don’t want to put funds in to preventing further harm, instead hey would rather save their own purses, and perpetuate it. This is when they get nasty, deceitful, totally void of any compassion or ethics, they will do everything within their power to avoid responsibility and instead misrepresent disabled people and mothers for asking for what we are entitled in law. ‘Spend to save’ is lost on these people. Care Act and Equality Act is lost on these people. Human Rights are lost on these people. They ignore and ignore and ignore, hoping we go away. Leading to further health and social care inequalities, and then people just die. Even those of us who somehow cling on, and appear to survive, we do go away, eventually. We are expected to compromise beyond what is reasonable, what is legal even, but if we don’t, we are involuntarily forced into submission, scaremongering at its most powerful. If you ask too much, they threaten us with Child Protection, they would rather pretend the worsening situation is the fault of the mother and not the fault of a broken system keeping disabled people down, they are the creators of harm, they need to be held to account, but they never are.
In all honesty, I have struggled to make this piece because of the surrounding trauma that we are continuing to live through as a result of nothing being resolved still to this day. I had to be a part of this show; I had to share our story.
In 2023, we were described as “a family in crisis”, and even with that information, the Local Authority and Housing Associations, have been combative towards expert evidence, oppositional towards our disabilities, and outright discriminatory in the way we have been treated. It’s a fucking disgrace, and even with the ‘law’ on our side, no one is held accountable. No one is going to pay for their wrongs, yet we have suffered greatly at the hands of inaction and discrimination. Being a family in crisis two years ago, has since torn my family apart, made for agonizing consequences, will cost the state more now and long term, than if they had acted decently then. However, it’s every one else’s problem. It’s always someone else’s job.
At the crux of this, are two autistic children and two autistic parents who’s needs are not being met and whilst I try to cut red tape at every turn, it is the children who are being further traumatised by their unsuitable housing, and it is the children who are being held together only by the fragile strands I have left, and with red threads on blue fabric, I can try to expose the truth and mend things for them. Slowly. Too slowly.
Disability and Homelessness. It’s hidden.
Homeless at Home
Mixed media textiles
20cm x 20cm x 20cm
£POA























