@RolyRocks I can drive. I have arranged my life so I don't have to drive, and have made a conscious choice to use public transport for most of my life (and to live and work in places that I can travel to like this, even though it's meant sacrifices). I did not anticipate becoming so much more disabled so quickly, and thus was virtually housebound for the best part of a year. The added complication of my disability meant that when I could get out of my flat, I could not carry a folded pushchair and a baby safely onto a routemaster (or indeed anywhere), and so was even more restricted in what I could do. It was an absolutely horrible, horrible time in my life, when with a new baby it should have been one of the best.
When I moved into a flat which was near a tube station that had a lift, my life was TRANSFORMED. I am a huge, huge fan of the step-free tube stations, and indeed have even recommended them to someone else on this thread already. I don't often even think of myself as someone with disabilities any more - I'm a freaking poster child for the social model of disability, where fairly simple adaptations (eg a lift!) mean I can mostly go where I want, and am no longer in constant pain, though I am conscious that if those adaptations were removed, I'd be back at square one.
You know what? It didn't even occur to me to try and get a car that year. Not once then, and not ever since, even though I look back on that time as a year of absolute hell. Only because of your question have I thought about it now, years later. Why did I never think of this? I don't know. Possibly because even though I can drive, I haven't driven for years and years, and don't ever think of myself as "a driver". Or possibly because most of the time it was too difficult to get out of the flat at all, get dressed in something that wasn't vomit-covered, get moving without being in pain, never mind do something that was so antithetical to how I'd arranged my life to be. Possibly because, having just had a baby, I could not have afforded a new car, too, and was in too much of a fug of pain and desperation to even consider it. Possibly because I live in a city, where driving a car just means a different set of problems, not no problems at all. Possibly a combination of those things.
Is this good enough for you, RolyRocks? Do you generally quiz people to force them to justify how their statements about their own disabilities chime with how they enact their values in the world? Or do you struggle to see people with disabilities as also people who can care about other things, too?