I know nothing of Rosemary Kennedy's story, but reading some of it here has reminded me why I'm committed to disability rights and the Independent Living Movement.
Talking of which, I'm interviewing potential personal care assistants today and tomorrow. That should be fun. I've spent all week weeding out the crazies from the application e-mails (usually including people who want to be my friend, or have said how very sorry they are that I'm disabled - heh). Now I get to see if I chose interview candidates well...
[Wrong thread, you didn't see me, I was never here.]
Post-exam.
I maybe, just maybe passed it. I hope so.
Yay, Shir! And here I was about to offer you some ~ma.
Hey, the "please let me pass it!"~ma is still necessary!
Will yay or get desperate after I'll know the grade.
Anything above 60 (or 56 - I'm not sure what the pass grade is) goes.
Sometimes I have ruled people out because the dog didn't like them, Seska. Gavin de Becker says she is just picking up my vibes, but either way, it has worked.
Exam results~ma for you, Shir.
And finding the right person ~ma to you, Seska.
Results~ma, Shir! (The waiting is definitely worse than the exams. For me, anyway.)
erika, I know what you mean. I always interview with The Girl, or I end up picking the wrong person or turning people down who might actually be good. I do not have a dog to help choose, and the hamster is about 120 in human years so he doesn't do anything except sleep anymore. Not that he was ever that much help.
