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A Wound Worse Than Physical

I have noticed that as I have become less able to communicate, the more acceptable it is to assume my mental incapacity. Even though I reside in a prestigious nursing facility, I am falling victim to the notion that I am not reasonable or prone to fits of temper for "no reason at all". These prejudices, that is what they are, are harmful to the ALS patient. They leave us grievously wounded, susceptible to physical harms, like pneumonia, choking, death, etc; as well as mental harm, like grief, despair, depression, and death of the spirit.

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