It could always be worse.

I'm just grateful to have my family, a place to live, food to eat, a few basic creature comforts, and the freedom to socialize how I like... every day I'm aware that it could all go up in a puff of smoke, as more and more disabled friends my age get committed to group homes and institutional settings against their will purely because they don't have an ablebodied person to "vouch" for their ability to be independent. I'm building as many safeguards into my life as I can against that, but I do know it could happen, and I do know that the day *will* come that I have to quite literally make that legal case for living on my own... and that the way the law is written, without an ablebodied person to "vouch" for you, you have no case. I could be a billionaire who used no government support systems whatsoever, but one day, knock knock, and if I didn't have a biped to say "it's all good"...
If I had an ablebodied sibling, I wouldn't have to worry about that, cause all they care about is that it's *someone* ablebodied... but since we're both gimpy, I have to line up surrogates, as it were.
I've had cool stuff happen in my life, too... met Paul McCartney, sang at Carnegie Hall, worked lots of interesting jobs, know a lot of interesting (to history, as well as in general) people. Wouldn't trade any of it. It's just that there was a rocky ten years or so in the middle there, and I'm still clawing my way up.