I suspect my friend who died felt herself a failure. She was on disability, and though she was likely of higher than average IQ, I bet her depression and ilnesses interferred with any quest for higher education. She'd spend her days socializing, hanging out, playing pool, etc. I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to live on disability. I'm sure there would be things I'd dislike about it. But, you know, I miss her so badly, I'd tell her that we all valued her so much, she shouldn't feel ashamed about any of it. Being our friend was a noble career. Dammit. We'd all like to not work. To have time for hobbies and volunteer work, etc. But, I bet those on disability just see the stigma. Afterall, this is the country where the first question we're asked is, "What do you do?" Imagine having no answer, or having to lie?
Screw people's expectations. Being our friend is career enough.
Lonz
Screw people's expectations. Being our friend is career enough.
Lonz