No Daycare for Me

At my poetry club a few weeks ago, I asked the others if they went to daycare. I just finished school and was slated to start daycare in January. The responses were particularly interesting. None of the guys had anything positive to say. Let me say that I got an earful, and my Dad was thoroughly scolded. We were totally a unified front. 

The people we saw in the program were not like us. The rooms were filled with people of all ages, many of them speakers with cognitive impairments. I was horrified at the thought of spending the rest of my life there. There was no fun or learning there.

I am lucky. My Dad took his scolding like a man, and my parents changed the plan. What needs to happen is Judy create a day program for us. We need a place to go where we are seen for who we really are.