I was supporting a gentleman who proudly told everyone he met that he was “very independent” and did not need staff help. Five minutes later, he asked me to hold his jacket, his phone, his snack, his drink, and his dignity while he tied his shoe.
As I stood there fully loaded, a stranger walked by and said, “Looks like he’s doing great on his own.”
Without missing a beat, my client nodded and said, “See? She’s just here for decoration.”
Later that day, he announced he would be cooking dinner. I asked what was on the menu. He said, “Surprise.”
It was cereal. In a frying pan. On high heat.
We survived. Dinner was… crunchy. And when I suggested we order pizza instead, he told me, “Next time, don’t rush the chef.”
That’s DSP life. Supporting independence, carrying everything, and quietly preventing cereal fires—one shift at a time.
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