If I even refer to my own childhood growing up with disabilities in my family—one being a severe intellectual disability, non-verbal communicator—as a child, I didn't realise that this person was intellectually impaired, I just thought he was another playmate in a big body. Such is the innocence of a child. But, as I grew up, I started to realise the commitment that my relations had to make to the upbringing of someone with such a severe disability, and the barriers that exist in our society for people in that situation. And my grandfather, bless his soul and God rest his soul, was a coal miner on the West Coast and suffered a severe back trauma in a coal fall in the mines and was a paraplegic my whole life. So, again, he was my grandad and I thought that's normal for us. But, again, as I grew up, I started to realise the barriers that are imposed on someone, especially with the ability to get around in a wheelchair in those days. I've still got the gear lever that he used to use in his manual car—being able to use the break and the clutch in this complex mechanism that he had to get installed in his car—and still drive relatively safely. But such are the complexities.