December 28, 2015

I, The Aging caregiver: prelude

What's it like to get old?

 'I know, I know' .
They pass you in the street, preoccupied and muttering.
Unkempt, you see and think, 'They should get their life together.'
But they don't roam the streets, or ask for a tuppence,
they are kept in their homes for the most part.

December 05, 2015

Raising the unbearable

On my news feed I came across an article titled, "I love my disabled sons, but raising them can be unbearable". I stopped reading after coming across this sentence, in the very first paragraph: "Yet I can imagine only too easily how Tania Clarence did the unthinkable and killed her children - because the pressure of caring for them is like being buried alive."
Eventually, out of interest but also from respect (knowing so well the difficulties families face raising severely disabled children) I read the entire article.  Opinions may not matter, but discussion does, even if it is inside our own heads where, rarely, change happens and a different perspective is gleaned. Perspective, though is not much more than a fancy word for opinion. I looked for a place to comment, a few sentences to convey my concern as parent of a catastrophically disabled child, but there was none.