Imagine going to your friend’s place for dinner.

You'll walk through the front door, pop some drinks in the fridge, help yourself to some delicious food and head home when you’re ready.

Simple? Now watch how it goes for me.

I’m dropped off and can’t use the front stairs, so I’m sent through the garage. The fridge shelf is too high, so I wait for someone to hand me a drink. The buffet is out of reach, so a friend serves me. When everyone leaves, I wait alone for an accessible taxi which never comes.

I feel embarrassed. Dependent. Alone.