Access

As I drove from my house to Nan's to pick her up for our lunch date yesterday. I thought about how long it had been since James and I had seen my parents. I thought I'd see if they were free to meet us for dinner somewhere. I called, they were free. Where are we going they asked? I hadn't gotten that far so I said I'd think about it and let them know. Before I ended the call mum added 'as long as it's somewhere we can get Grandad in'.

This is why disabled access is important.

Without it we could not all go out together. We couldn't go out at all.  If the restaurant wasn't accessible my parents wouldn't have been able to meet us as Grandad cannot be left on his own. Due to the deterioration of his short term memory he forgets where people have gone and for how long, causing him and lot of anxiety and distress if there is no one around to reassure him.

We usually go to the same handful of restaurants where we know Grandad can get in because it's tricky and can be disappointing trying to find new places. Access isn't simply about the restaurant having level access, and a ramp or a lift. The spaces between the tables need to allow for Grandad's wheelchair, as does the height of the tables, so he can sit comfortably and is able to reach his food.

Last night Grandad had his place at the table, there was space around him so he didn't get constantly knocked by people trying to squeeze past, and we were all able to enjoy a meal out together, as a family.