Dusty Wentworth

I grew up surrounded by open skies and quiet lanes, the kind of Norfolk landscape that gives you room to think. Out here, life moves at its own pace. You notice things, the rhythm of the sea, the slope of a ramp, the way a path suddenly becomes too narrow for a pushchair or a wheelchair. It is in those small, ordinary moments that the idea of accessibility starts to feel less like policy and more like simple fairness. Disability is not a distant concept that belongs to a handful of people. It lives close by, in our families, our communities, and often, in our own bodies. One in six people around the world live with a disability, although most of the world rarely notices until the absence of something, a ramp, a subtitle, a kind word, draws attention to it. What strikes me most is that disability is not the trouble itself. It is the lack of empathy, understanding and access that turns difference into difficulty. Rethinking What Disability Means For years, society...