Oh boy, the lack of dropped kerbs - you do learn where they are so keep going out and about, add more time for journeys to account for bellends parked over them. I have some sticky notes in my bag that say 'you've parked like a cunt' and use them where I need to!
Dropped kerbs that are not properly dropped, broken kerbs, tip you straight into a wide grid drain... all the fun of the fair, yes, we're expected to levitate over them (or simply stay at home because what could we POSSIBLY want to go OUT for?!)...
People... yes I had someone ask me, after a good ten minutes of good old british small talk about the weather, if i was waiting for my 'responsible adult'... I was waiting for my partner to pick me up. I would not describe him as a responsible adult... So i looked baffled and she got flustered and then asked if I'd be collected by 'my unit'... was a 'bus coming to collect me'...
yeah she thought id been allowed out on special day release to see the dentists without my carer... it went downhill from there on as my brain was like 'unit? does she think im a special agent from the Elite Wheelchair Squad or something... whats going on here?'... Took me a while to catch on.
People just ignoring me completely, that one is because, as one delightful person said to me eventually... 'well I didn't know what kind of mong you were'... they're scared in case they get stuck talking to someone who is hard to understand, or suddenly asks them for something they're unwilling to do... (no i dont know what they think we may ask for, their house, car, credit card? the most ive ever asked anyone to do was pass me a dropped item or open a door!)...
You get used to it, develop a sarcastic and dry sense of humor and some cutting come backs... you get by, and you also get to sit down in queues which is lovely!