To be honest, it wasn't easy to give you a day in the life. Sometimes not all of these things happen, but by and large, they happen.
Unfortunately, given that I've been with Kevin for three years, it is a fight for recognition that I, much like Gerry said, am a caregiver. He's not a child; he's not a baby. I'm not tending to his diapers and giving him a bottle, although sometimes it feels that way. I hope he's not listening.
You can't go into meetings with them. They won't speak in front of you. I'm not entitled to groups. I'm not entitled to certain benefits. We have to buy into them with what very little we have. As much as he feels marginalized as a veteran, as do most, I don't even come onto the scale. I just feel that I should be under a rock somewhere, and that's where I'm viewed by the powers that be, if that makes any sense at all.
I hope it answered your question.