The Sunshine Bus

I'm not going to hammer the Sunshine Bus or the people who run it. It's a great service, and probably invaluable for those it helps.

But something's been bugging me. If I had a severe learning disability, I don't think I would want someone to come and pick me up in something called the Sunshine Bus. There's some sort of implicit assumption in the name that the 'poor souls' it is run to help are incapable of creating their own happiness. It's the sort of misguided niceness that characterised the 1980s.

If I needed the Sunshine Bus, I'd rather some unobtrusive black Transit van turned up at my house and took me away with the minimum of fuss, unpretentious and stylish. I wouldn't want to be a moving target for abuse and ridicule by those people whose education barely surpasses that of the average houseplant (actually, that's being mean to plants...).

Like I said, valuable service and all that, but is it  actually a disservice?