I hate that being honest about, like, my disabled life or what's really wrong with the safety net(Social workers aren't protective the way people imagine, in my experience, at least) make abled women strangers bust out the sad emojis. (I mean. I guess it is sort of sad, some people really do need that sort of protection and support, and they don't get it either, but for me, it's like "Wow, let's get a time machine and warn President Gore that sometimes these people are just neurotic, paper-pushing pinheads." It's hard enough to face these things yourself without having to cope with the end of their "America leaves nobody behind," illusions, too. (Not that I posted the pinhead assessment on an acquaintance's page, or anything. And I am sorry that the person handling my file is, well, not someone I'd call with any other option, ever. But it doesn't help to have a stranger feel sad about it.)

Oh, that's very sad about Bridget. I saw her fairly often over the years as she would come in to SF from Sacramento. Though I don't know that I've seen her since the pandemic.

When I worked downtown we'd have lunch when she came into The City.

That's so young to die by a stroke.

I've barely seen her in person, just at the F2F I think, and I don't think I even posted with her much here, somehow, but we got to be pretty friendly on FB. Shocked and sad.

Aw man. Bridget.

It was nearly a week later, and she was far too young - but there goes our third fabulous soul.