OK, full disclosure. I've got OCA Albinism (I'm using the OCA acronym because I can't freaking spell the unabbreviated version!), which is why one of the main characters of the project I'm working on also has it.
There are shockingly few depictions of people with my condition in media where they're portrayed as basically like other people but face a few additional challenges. The most common depiction of people like me is as villains (and hilariously as snipers for some reason. I can't even drive a car, let alone blow somebody's head off from a mile away). You could argue that would make him a Mary Sue or a self-insert but that's getting off the point. He mostly exists because I want there to be at least one character like me out there who's portrayed as an actual human being, even if it's only a character that came from me.
During my time at uni most of the staff were fine with me and treated me like any other student; they were also prepared to make the few accommodations for me that I asked for. I tend to not like asking for help because every time I do it feels like a failure on my part, and also because people, as well meaning as most of them are, usually tend to react with pity, which is something I definitely do not want! Most of the time I don't even think of myself as disabled. But realistically I know I've got to swallow my pride sometimes and admit I need a bit more help with things than other people do. In the case of university lectures it was usually a case of asking for space at the front of the lecture room be reserved for me, emailing me copies of OHP slides and other course materials, try to stick to typed out slides instead of hand-writen ones because I really struggle with reading handwritten text, stuff like that. Not huge things, but they were things that could make a big difference.
Like I said most lecturers were fine with these requests, but there was one who was a complete arsehole. I'd ask him to reserve me a place at the front but his response was that if I wanted a place at the front then it was up to me to get there before everybody else, ignoring the fact that I had another lecture immediately before his whilst other students may have had a free hour, meaning I couldn't turn up before them. I asked him to email me copies of the projector slides and other stuff and he said no, his time was too important and he couldn't waste it on a single student when he had entire classes of students to contend with. When I pointed out that I had educational needs that most other students didn't his response was that if that was the case then I had no business being in university.
In retrospect I should have lodged a formal complaint against him because he was obviously discriminating against me in a way that's actually not only completely unprofessional not to mention horrifically unfair, but also illegal. I never did though because I wasn't very good at standing up for myself, and I guess I was still pretty screwed up with experiences from high school bullying (from other students, not teachers).
I'd like to write Reese having to deal with something like this too, because as I know from first hand experience this is a thing that happens to people in university sometimes (plus it's an opportunity to get some belated catharsis by having the fictional a-hole get what's coming to him!), but I'd also like to turn the drama up a bit and make the fictional version a lot more nasty than what I actually contended with. With that in mind I started googling for other stories about disabled students having to deal with bad stuff in academia so that I could get a feel for what would a reasonable level to take it to without going overboard.
It made for really depressing reading, I can tell you. The stories from African nations like Tanzania were especially heartbreaking, where kids like me basically get hacked to death so their body parts can be used to make witchdoctor potions. I was planning on trying to work out a rough outline over the weekend regarding a discrimination plotline, but I feel like I'm probably going to spend it staring at the wall and wishing people didn't suck so much instead. Maybe I should just not touch on stuff like that and instead just stick to something goofy and light-hearted. Also, I try not to let myself think that people suck so much, but sometimes it's really really hard.