Cover of After I Am Gone by Elia Sal
Family & Childhood

After I Am Gone

On Caring for a Disabled Son or Daughter for Life, Why Nothing Was Ever Designed for the Situation You Are In, and How to Answer the Question That Wakes You at Four in the Morning

Winnifred is seventy-four. Her son is forty-seven, has a profound learning disability, has lived at home his entire life, and cannot be left alone. She gets him up, washes him, dresses him, manages his medication, drives him to his day service three mornings a week, and is awake at five every day including the days she is ill. She has done this for forty-seven years, which is longer than most people's working lives.
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Winnifred is seventy-four. Her son is forty-seven, has a profound learning disability, has lived at home his entire life, and cannot be left alone. She gets him up, washes him, dresses him, manages his medication, drives him to his day service three mornings a week, and is awake at five every day including the days she is ill. She has done this for forty-seven years, which is longer than most people's working lives. What Winnifred cannot do is answer the question that arrives at about four in the morning, roughly three times a week, and has been arriving for perhaps fifteen years. What happens to him after I am gone. She has no answer. She has never had an answer. She has twice begun conversations with social workers and abandoned them, and has a.

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