An Exercise in Imagining a Utopia
There is a person in a house. They haven't left their house for, let's say, ten years. You ask them how they are and they smile and wink at you and, slowly, hold their hand up in a peace sign. It is dark in their room, unless they want it not to be. It is never too hot in their room, and never too cold. They are in control. They haven't had to talk to an abled person in ten years. This is a wild fantasy, so let's say their internet connection is never slow and their phone never needs charging. They have their social life to hand whenever they want it. People care so much about access that they haven't needed to leave their house even once in those ten years. They can pick up their phone and have anything they want delivered right to their room: food, books, mobility aids, healthcare (by disabled people, for disabled people). Money has been rendered obsolete and therefore presents no barrier. They live in a society that not only remembers they exist but actively works with them to make sure they continue existing. This is where my suspension of disbelief always breaks down.