Where do I start?
A whole family of ex in-laws gave me nothing but “care”.
Well their version of it. In terms of knowledge, intellect, opinions or any form of contribution and value as a human being I didn’t exist.
Thirty odd years of hard graft at the chalk face of the classroom counted for nothing.
Crawling up from the educational scrap heap to work and fund my degree didn’t have any bearing.
Then out and about when I could walk:
“Are you drunk?” “Oh that old chestnut,” I’d reply.
More recently, I stopped going to my art class because the others would fight to push me in my chair. They’d watch me like hawks and then pounce. I was quite able to proceed with some effort and that’s what I liked to do.
At least I have the physio centre up the road. We exercise and chat. The lovely Sheila makes us tea. We’re all there to improve ourselves. No wrong assumptions.