16/03/2025
Let me tell you, nothing keeps National Disability Insurance Agency bureaucrats awake at night like the thought of someone with a disability having… gasp... a good time.
Forget the mountain of evidence from specialists. Forget the glowing endorsements from their own reports. Forget that being in water is one of the few environments that stops Axel’s body from staging a coup d’état against itself.
None of that matters. What really grinds their gears is this photo.
Look at it. Axel, smiling. Thriving. Enjoying himself in a way that directly contradicts their carefully crafted narrative that every moment of a disabled person’s life must be an unrelenting parade of suffering, despair, and Kafkaesque bureaucracy.
How dare he?
For the NDIA, this is more than a therapy session—it’s an act of rebellion. Because if therapy is effective and enjoyable, what’s next?
A funded support plan that actually works?
A tribunal-free existence?
A world where people with disabilities aren’t punished for existing?
Don’t be ridiculous.
No, their job is clear: make life so excruciatingly miserable that people like Axel wake up one day, done with his erythromelalgia and being intellectually disabled, and march off to enroll in a business degree just to spite them.
Therapy? Sure—but only if it’s so bleak and joyless that even the thought of participating feels like a punishment.
The bureaucratic motto might as well be: “If you’re smiling, we’re failing.”
Metung Hot Springs thankyou for making your springs affordable and accessible for people like Axel Andersen
