Pity? Pitied?
I remember when I was very young being taken to visit an old age home to see my great grandfather. We used to go often. Try as I might, I could not shake a feeling of pity for the people sitting in the lounge area. It was a feeling that their lives had stagnated to […]
For Pity’s Sake
“For pity’s sake, please hurry up.” It’s a phrase I used to say often, a reflection of my impatience with waiting. But now, the word pity carries a very different weight for me as I navigate life with PSP. Pity is something I’ve feared deeply. I don’t want it. I don’t justify it. My concern […]
