Quitting my previous job and taking a course to become a pedagogue, and experience the practical side working with people, adults and kids with a mental retardation/autism/Down syndrome - it's the best decision I ever made. Seeing those people happy makes me happy too
When I was a wee one, My mother worked for a group called the Pace program. She worked with developmentally disabled. She was the transport staff and I would often ride along on her bus run. I live probably 500 yards from the old Wilton Developmental Center. It was a long term car facility for those that couldn't get home care or for the dangerous difficult cases. It is a weird building with tinted bubble windows. I'll try to draw it some time. A web search only links to the old W.D.C. cemetery.
v3 - by Shunt - 5/19/2018 12:38:43 pm Time: 2 mins 56 secs