A baby and a disabled person are the same.
A baby depends on people for warmth, food, direction and comfort.
Disabled people need the same.

When you are a baby your droolling and helplessness are cute.

When you're disabled, older and needy, you are thought of as a pain.

Older or younger,
Healthy or unhealthy,

We alll want the same ACCEPTANCE AND LOVE

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