About five years ago, me and N decided to get a place and move in together. At the time, I was living with my parents and she had her own flat. She sold her flat and we moved into a warden controlled, disabled adapted bungalow in Kidderminster and lived as friends, crip and carer.
Up until today, N was referred to as my carer as that’s what she does - she quit her job to stay at home with me after I’d had a couple of falls during the day and now the only income she gets is the paltry Carer’s Allowance from the British government. Only today she was watching This Morning with Philip and Fern and one of their guests - Alison Lapper, whose naked body has just been immortalised in marble in Trafalgar Square - said that she doesn’t call carers “carers”, she calls them “personal assistants”. And when N mentioned this I thought “Yeah, that’s cool.”
So there you have it: I’ve got my own personal assistant … makes me feel all important!