I think I have forgotten how to talk. Not the physical act of forming words in my mouth and releasing them into the wild, but how to speak to other people.
I have written here before about the isolation that comes hand in hand with caring. It manifests itself in different ways. Most obviously, it is in all the things you cannot do, the events you cannot attend. Even well-intentioned friends can forget that you have not slipped off the radar on purpose,
