I made this painting to honor and give tribute to mostly forgotten and ignored caregivers. The Mom whose son has Autism was especially specifically on my mind.
The general public expects us to be strong and stoic. Never asking for help or even admitting that we also have hopes, dreams and desires. Caregivers are seen as some sort of Superhuman Superheroes. Except that Life is not a series of comic book panels where the Hero can regenerate themselves. We get sick and we die.
We die with our Needs unmet and our Voices forever Silenced.
Holidays can be hard. But what a beautiful and thoughtful gesture!
Yes. We’re kindred spirits in the struggle. Society and government makes life extremely difficult for caregivers of children and adults with autism or developmental disabilities.
The previous Post, Pause For Thoughts gives more details.
Though it’s considered improper to say so, Holidays are pure misery but you become a good actor making believe everything is alright when it’s not.
Very thoughtful of you Sister Debbie.
Thanks
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