I am writing this quickly because Blogger is acting up and I'm having trouble accessing the blog. I am on now but not sure when it will go down again. So, I'm keeping this brief to ensure I have something for you tomorrow.
As to yesterday.
I got home and the elevators were back up and we got in with no problems.
My greatest fear, as it turned out, wasn't getting in or out of my apartment. It was having to deal with the attitudes of my neighbours regarding sharing space when space is limited.
I wrote yesterday's post in an attempt to honestly express what I was feeling about the vulnerability that comes with needing something from others. It's a constant for many of us with disabilities - but, mostly, for me, I need from those who love me and those who care for me. It's when I need from others that I feel fear.
There is a difference, I am discovering, between 'living in the community' and 'having community'. In my business we've so focused on one, thinking it meant the other, that we've missed the point. People with intellectual disabilities tell me all the time that their experience of 'community living' is one of isolation and often fear.
Perhaps that's why I continue on with this blog.
I crave community.
Thank you for giving it to me so freely.