Why Is This So Different?

Why Is This So Different?

I’ve moved many times before.

Moved up town, downtown, midtown and everywhere in between.

I’ve moved into neighborhoods, never on my own seen.

No good descriptions.

Made the incorrect decision.

By the time I realized it, it was too late.

Not bad.

Not good.

Not awesome.

Not great.

Maintaining.

Fed, sheltered. Nothing much more.

I feel like an animal trapped with nowhere to roam nowhere to roar.

Walking laps.

Pottery once a week.

Even before I went and got Blue, my mobility was not so delayed.

They provide food, but other than that nothing much to do.

Just a nice cool place so we could all gather, outside, inside, coffee, puzzles, cards, and games.

Even if only available a couple times each week.

To gather in comfort would be so neat.

Plays are great.

I’ve seen two which were better than good.

I do not want to seem ungrateful; I hope I’m not misunderstood.

Its just people would be happier and healthier overall if more social opportunity was had.

Just something I wish someone would consider, to do as advertised, would be so very nice. It would make all of us glad.

In front of witnesses a case manager none the less, he said, there were weekly bingo games, coffee days, a new pastor was to take over our Sunday prayer services, and monthly dinners would be had.

I was deceived, as were we all.

And now, this very morning, the swing I sat in to enjoy the sun, fell.

Split down the middle. Needs replaced, not rigged back together making it unsafe for anyone unaware.

We need a solid covered table, a couple benches or chairs.

It’s as if we at the bottom don’t exist, and when we say anything, we’re curtly dismissed.

Well, I don’t shut up easy.

I don’t go away meekly head down mouth tightly closed.

Sorry, I suppose it’s time I disclosed.

Here I am. This is me. Never gonna change. Sorry. That’s me.

Fix it or don’t. Fine either way. But stop lying with every flipping word you say.

Patty L. Fletcher

Bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled

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