When you speak to him, you’re more likely to get a head nod than a verbal response. He is incontinent and hearing impaired. Skin rashes and infections are frequent. His monthly Social Security check comes by way of his cognitive disability. His unsteady gait makes for slow going when you walk alongside him.
No, I’m not talking about a homeless man or a vet wounded in battle. I’m describing my 25 year old son, Tommy.
