Kwey! My name is Kaila Maillet, and I am the founder of Cocahq N’pisun.

I have spent the past 12 years working in the field of disability services. I started Cocahq N’pisun because I am tired of sitting in conference rooms where well meaning but the wrong people are asking the questions AND giving the answers.

I am tired of colonial systems pretending to help, while silencing the people they claim to serve. I am tired of well-meaning professionals writing policies about us, for us, without us OR inviting us for optics, and exploiting our participation. I am tired of watching western frameworks name our wounds without knowing our medicines.

Cocahq N’pisun wasn’t born from ambition. It was born from exhaustion. It was born from a refusal to let western saviourism steal our stories and sell them back to us as solutions. It was born from sacred rage. A rage forged in resilience, that remembers love.

I am a Wolastoqey woman. A mother. A behaviour specialist. A grandchild of survivors. I wasn’t raised within my Nation, and I carry that ache in my bones. I also carry the knowing that our ways never disappeared, they were buried under systems that told us we were broken.

We are not broken.

At Cocahq N’pisun, we do not fix people. We break systems. We uproot colonial frameworks and replace them with practices that feel like home. Slow, relational, land-connected, rooted in love and sovereignty.

Cocahq N’pisun is not a brand. It’s a boundary. This is not a service. It’s a ceremony. This is not outreach. It’s a return.

I honour those who came before, those walking with me, and those still looking for a way back. Cocahq N’pisun is for us.

Not as a performance. Not as a project. As a promise.

Woliwon.