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

by her own emotion.

“So what do we do?” she asked.

I took a slow breath.

“Here’s what we do,” I said. “We make a plan that respects me.”

Michael leaned forward. “Okay.”

“No cameras,” I said. “I will not live under surveillance because it soothes someone else’s anxiety.”

Denise started to protest, but I held up my hand.

“I will do check-ins,” I continued. continue reading …