This post has been sitting in my drafts for ages, literally for about a month. I was going to say more about it. But I honestly don’t know where to go with it now so I’m just going to share what I have and trust you lovely readers to let me know if I need or you want me to say more.

On the corner of my street there is a lamppost, a lamppost it only took me 18months to notice.

Well I suppose that’s not strictly true. I know it’s there. I’ve always known it’s there. But I did not realise until the other day how it’s presence had altered my behaviour.

I chose to begin this blog as it was suggested after posting my struggles with inaccessibility on social media. Now in posting on social media and writing this blog, I chose to do both not one or the other. I think I have become more aware of areas of inaccessibility in my life. Now I don’t think of this as a particularly good or bad development in my life, simply an interesting one.

I do not mean that things have suddenly become more inaccessible to me, nor do I mean directly I notice things I usually wouldn’t notice. It’s more like the every day inaccessible elements of my life that I normal block out, because I have to block them out, are becoming more clear.

The reason as a disabled person I have to block some of the inaccessibility that I face out of my thought process, is simply because I face so much of it. It would become to overwhelming and frankly to depressing for me to actively register all of it. Sometimes we just have to get on with life.

While I know I already do this, I don’t think I realised how easily I do this until that moment. Until the moment I realised that I simply built my life around the existence of a lamppost.

I vaguely remember trying to get round it when I first moved into this home. But it scared me as it is near a curb edge so I didn’t want to do so again. And so for that reason, I guess I just never tried to do it again.

This behaviour became so ingrained with my normal way of existing. That it has since I have lived here made complete sense to me, that I come straight out of my garden on to the road, not the pavement.

I did not realise there was anything perhaps odd about this until recently.

We just adapt. So much so that I don’t think we realise we’re doing it.

I wonder as I continuing bringing light to this part of my life, how much more I may realise that I have just adapted to. How much more inaccessiblity will come to light.