Today in town, two girls begging 'god blessed' me, in a maternal way, as if I was a small child.
A man handing out organ donor cards when to ignore me, until I asked him why. He also 'blessed' me and said, out of the blue, 'your mother takes care of you.'
A young woman in the bank told me to be careful how I spent my money.
Two men, having had a whiskey or two, though not drunk, offered me a chocolate bar and gave me hugs and kisses.
I'll be a child 'till I'm old, then I'll fall into the child treatment which old people receive
How will it ever change if non-disabled people such as those controlling charities, continue to have the power to define our image and our lives?