Where The Buck Stops…

When I started university in the dark old days of 1996, I was informed in a letter that I needed formally to 'declare' my disability. Which seemed fair enough, really, so I went along to do so, only to be told that I wasn't in the right place, but should go somewhere completely different on campus. "Oh bother," thought I, and plodded off. To be told that I still wasn't in the right place and should go somewhere different. And when I went to the third place, they said that I shouldn't have...