Melissa Parker During my university graduation, as I proudly made my way toward the stage to receive my degree, a woman organising the event casually called me ‘wheelchair-bound.' Walking behind me and talking into a walkie-talkie, checking the ramp was in place, her words hung in the air – simple and unthinking – yet they struck me deeply. My throat tightened, and my heart beat faster. She didn't mean to hurt me, but her thoughtless words made me feel so small and exposed.