What you said made me sadder and in sorrow worse than I’ve been in my life. And wonder why people don’t have compassion or empathy for others. I’ve never heard of disabled people moving in a town without knowing someone. Especially since I broke my neck and can barely walk. And the only reason why I can type, although in fiery pain and do the things I do without anyone here is that of the grace of God. I have dealt with things you will never conceive and never done probably, I really don’t know about you and your circumstances and do the things I just wrote about without help and in pain so hurtful, I could bite through tree trunks.
I’ve had people come up to my house at all hours of the night, shine their lights on my house and the next thing I know one of my beautiful cats are gone. And trust me they do not meander far from home. NO, they do not. That means people have been coming onto my porch and grabbing them while I sleep because they have a small shelter to sleep in. Or I forget to let my favored cats, although, I love them all, in when I fall asleep. The Deputies won’t do a thing even when there are tire tracks next to my porch stairs. I have CHRONIC PANIC ANXIETY, and PTSD and I start to shake when it starts getting dark. Because if they are getting that close to get to my babies, what about me?
I live in a small town where there is nothing here. If you had followed my posts, you would have read what all I have done. Plus, you wrote what I have already done and more. And my Church is small and poor. I’m homebound so I watch mass on my internet which is all I have and someone pays for it. I have Ministers come to my home so I can receive communion.
I can’t type anymore for I’d rather not deal with people who don’t understand and I apologize for that. And more because it hurts my neck and back.
Oh, if I can barely lift a plate of food, how do you expect me to lift boxes and live alone when I have a caregiver that comes to help me occasionally?
Plus, I was a Director of a mental facility. I know about self esteem and more.
Oh, and too this needs to be said…After I broke my neck, I weighed 85 lbs, wore diapers, couldn’t swallow, eat, walk, talk and more. I still had a little of my faculties left. So, I told God I was not going out this way. TOOK me THREE years to talk, walk, eat, swallow and more. I fought hard to do these things. Unfortunately, now being older my body is not cooperating and I struggle every day with other physical illnesses. But, I still praise God that I’m alive and wish I could help mankind like I used to.