At what point do we look at a person and see them as ‘old’? As an object of pity, an object of endings and not beginnings? Of illness and incapacity? Of our inevitable mortality? In short, as an object – no longer part of ‘us’. At what point do we no longer recognise and respect their human dignity?
At what point do we then feel we have the right to take away their autonomy, make assumptions about their capacity and ignore their wishes?
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