As I write this I am at my friend’s. It is about 9pm, and my dad just called me to tell me they think I should go home. He says that it’s other people he’s worried about and not me and my ability, but it honestly doesn’t feel that way.

When I was out the other night with my sister he didn’t have this problem, and I was out a lot later. But then I wasn’t alone, so someone he views as more responsible was there.

I know he worries. But I honestly don’t think this is fair anymore.

I’m an adult. I am not less of an adult because I’m disabled. His worry for me is actually ableism.

Don’t worry I will get myself home.