Posted in Developmental disability, Developmental disability service system, disability rights, HCBS, Self-advocacy

Birthday card from another universe.

Close-up photograph of a small orange salamander in what looks to me like the forest floor of the California redwoods. Titled “Morning Walk,” by Sandy Gardner, 2008, card by Greentree Designs.

Whoever chose this card cared about me.

They cared enough to choose an extremely meaningful picture for me on the birthday card. They didn’t have to do that.

The bithday card was not this year, my 39th birthday.

With the dates written, it would have to be my 37th or 38th. If I’m doing the math right.

Things were already hitting the fan in a huge way at that point. I was being hurt by some of the same people who signed the card.

But back then, there were still enough people who cared about me as a human being and treating me like as a human being (or in some cases, at least, appearing to) that things were just… different.

Reading it was like reading a postcard from a universe I barely remember.

A universe that was already disappearing by the time the card came.

But there was a time, if I was hospitalized, Howard would take extra time to visit me in the hospital and help me get better and go home, and help me with the transition home, and give extra help to keep me out of the hospital, and extra help to make up for the fact that you never go home healthy and often need some extra support.

There was a time when they didn’t treat my second mom like she’s made of poison. To the point they won’t allow my caregivers in the same house as her for longer than 5 minutes, and have gone to great lengths to lie in order to avoid having to deal with her, because she complained about their medical neglect and they never forgave her.

But there was a time.

There was a time when some people tried to help me. Even case managers.

There was a time when things mostly worked.

There was a time when people’s efforts to help me were not thwarted by the office people at every turn.

There was a time when many people in the office were actually helping me.

Mind you.

The system was never good.

But it was never like this.

This card was signed by seven people.

They didn’t have to get me a card.

They were being nice. They were treating me like a human. Some of the time.

It’s different now.

It’s different now.

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand.

It’s different now. That’s all I know.