There’s something I love about takeaways food.

What is your favorite restaurant?

Takeaways can actually be an accessibility tool.

A lot of people see things that make doing something easy as promoting laziness, but this just isn’t the case. I don’t believe that laziness exists and if you can do something in a way that is easier for you, you absolutely should. As someone who can’t cook, takeaways are how I cook. They’re both how I get to decide my own food, and contribute to the cooking in the house.

For me takeaways are an accessibility tool, though I love takeaways, even though I can’t always afford to have them. This can be seen as part of what is called as the disability tax, that is the extra money disabled people pay to have to live in such an inaccessible society.

For me it’s either takeaways, microwave meals or very basic oven meals. As I can not cook at all, and the person I live with has limited ability to do so. While society will tell you it’s easier and cheaper to home cook a meal, it’s not always easier (or possible) so the cheaper option isn’t always an option.

It’s also worth remembering the other areas of inaccessibility I face, such as my wheelchair or reliance on carers, that mean I don’t often go out to eat at restaurants. If I’m out I will eat, but I don’t think I’ve ever gone out to eat apart from with friends and family. So I’m answering this question from the perspective of takeaways rather than restaurants specifically, if that wasn’t obvious before.

My favourite takeaway has to be Mcdonalds I think. I like to keep it simple. But I also love a good subway. Something like Indian or Chinese is saved for special occasions like birthdays.

Out past curfew.

Now don’t get me wrong I don’t technically have a curfew however the care that I need usually means I have to be home for a certain time. At least as I begin writing this I am sat on the bus, several hours after this time. Though by the time I finish this post I will likely be home. As my journey on the bus is short so I don’t think I will have the time to finish the post before I get off.

I do apologise as I finish writing this it is in fact the next day. That is the cost of staying up late. I slept 11hours and woke up tired. Not forgetting that ih the middle of this I had my care.

It’s odd getting to be our when you want to be, especially when your body isn’t used to being out. Your brain is like woo, we’re out being an adult, this is awesome. Your body I’d like when do we get to go to bed?

My body is used to the curfew pushed on to me. This makes it hard fo brake even when I want to, despite never wanting it in the first place. This makes it seem like I choose the curfew even though I didn’t. Then it can be even harder to argue not needing it. Though in all honesty while I don’t need or want the curfew because I have carers I will always have it.