A Social Services Occupational Therapist came to my house to assess me, watched me crawl slowly and painfully up the stairs, and immediately prescribed me a stairlift. I'd love to have a stairlift. I fall up/on/down the stairs at least once a week, and although so far I've only ever had minor cuts, grazes and bruises, it's painful and upsetting. My boyfriend refuses to allow one to be installed, though. He argues that it would be in his way, and that if he was to slip on the stairs, he would be more likely to injure himself on it. His stubbornness beats my stubbornness and will probably continue to do so until I'm old enough to sustain 'proper' stair-based injuries.