I haven't written this little thought experiment for a while. It's as much for other readers as for you, OP.
Imagine you come home to find a small group of disabled people has moved in while you were down the shops. "Hey," you say, "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?"
"Oh, we live here" they tell you, smiling. "It's a nice home, there's plenty of room!"
"But it's my home, not yours!" you protest.
"It's ours, too!" they say: "Nobody's saying you don't live here. We're the same as you, we live in this home."
They don't go. They help themselves to your food, stand and watch you in the bathroom, try on your clothes and watch your TV. You call the police.
The police tell you to be kind. These people are clearly vulnerable, they need a home and a nice life. You've got plenty to spare.
Everyone you know starts calling your unwanted guests by your name.
It becomes clear that they have, in fact, adopted every aspect of your life - and, weirdly, nobody seems bothered by it. When your friends invite you out, everybody takes it for granted that your disabled housemates are coming too.
You shove them out and lock the door on them. They mount a protest, calling the media to film them with their placards saying you hate disabled people and are denying them the right to a normal life.
You co-workers tell you they are disability allies and call you a disability hater.
Your friends tell you to be kind, and to educate yourself about disability needs. "What about my needs?" you ask.
"You're fine!" your friends assure you; "Your life's still exactly as it was, it's just that you don't want to share with people less able than yourself!"
You still don't want these people invading your life and passing themselves off as you. Are you a disability hater?