Dignity Isn’t a Countdown: When “Safety” Starts Feeling Like Control

I don’t want to wear a panic button like I’m a walking emergency.”

“It’s not—”

“It is,” I cut in. “It is exactly that.”

Then she pulled out a brochure with smiling gray-haired people playing cards under warm lighting. The paper smelled new and expensive.

“This place is lovely,” she said. “They have meals. Activities. Transportation. You wouldn’t be alone.continue reading …