When a Hotel Denied My Son’s Prom AccessThe day I called the hotel to confirm accessibility for my son’s prom, I heard the words that broke me:“Wheelchair users must enter through the service door.” Seventeen years of watching Jake fight for dignity flashed through my mind. Doorways too narrow. Ramps too steep. People’s expectations too low. And yet, he never complained—not about muscular dystrophy, not about classmates who avoided him, not even about the girl who only agreed to be his prom date because her mom “encouraged” her. But telling him to enter his senior prom through a kitchen door?...
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