When I lived in an Assisted Living facility for seniors, my need for 24-hour assistance when I needed it was met. For four months, it was awesome.

I guess it’s a respect thing … a human being thing … a “hello, I’m right here” thing.

when I recycle, I think of my nieces’ and nephews’ future.

Ultimately, gender shouldn’t limit our compassion.

WARNING: THIS POST IS NOT RESPECTFUL.

Meeting a person’s need is only one part of the solution. Unfettered communication is the other part.

Maybe a second kind of training is needed for caregivers–effective communication training.

Calling disabilities similar to old age is the faulty premise on which much service to the community of people with disabilities is rendered.

When anyone or anything is given such zig-zagged publicity, I am bemused.

Assistance with a difficult task is a luxury only when the person receiving it has a choice whether to receive it or not. A disability doesn’t give us much choice.

I think my feelings are unique in that most people, in my experience, will get what they need and deal with the disrespect later or not at all. (Sigh), maybe this is a more mature way of handling hurtful situations, and I might be a lot happier if I could ‘turn off’ my demands. I really wish I could.

I see an insidious cycle. We’re all taught to divide populations, but later, we’re taught that it’s wrong to do so. Hmmmmmm …

“Don’t just do something–stand there!” –anonymous

I wish there was a solution to the problem. Probably it is within me.

I often think about help that comes with little respect, because I so often get it. But it’s naked. I’d rather not get the help if the respect doesn’t come along with it.