In which I repeat myself wholesale.

There must be some magic switch inside computers that makes them utterly incapable of doing whatever it is that your parent(s) require.

There must be some magic switch inside me that makes me utterly incapable of making a computer do whatever it is that my parent(s) require.

Actually, if you've difficulty making out squitty icons and nasty fonts on a screen, and you've got the hand/eye co-ordination required to use a mouse, because, well, why would you, then modern computing really isn't for you.

Christ, but my industry's run by and for a complete shower of smug, ableist tossers.