It’s not easy living with a disability that is as a result of someone’s fuck up. It’s not easy living with the knowledge that no one will ever be held accountable. And its very difficult indeed living in the knowledge that the organisation who’s responsibility ot is to make life better for you actually places very little value on the limb you lost or the trauma caused, either by the original fuck up, or their ongoing poor decision making.
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