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.
When we’re in trouble there’s nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. Who cares for the Caregivers?always our Voices are lost because no one hears our cries.
Holidays are especially difficult because you’re under pressure to do so much. Expected to do activities that you can no longer do for whatever reason. Abandoned by family, society and government. .
Yet you Learn Silence with a Smile because that’s what is wanted of you. Like a trained seal that balances a rubber ball on its nose in order to get a stingy ration of one thin bony Fish. Now clap then disappear so that the rest of us can continue in undisturbed comfort.
Tears at The Oasis
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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.
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