When people are assisted by someone it's as if they are no longer are real people. People assume that the carer can speak on their behalf.
I myself have done the same thing in the past, before my problems visited me. I feel very embarrassed when I admit it, but I truly believe that it is quite common.
Its as if they don't look normal, so they can't be normal.
The trap is there and we often fall into it, because we don't know.
This poem is dedicated to all those who have problems that we don't seem to see.