When asked what it’s like to be on the receiving end of community care after a lifetime of being the rock and support system, Michael’s immediate response is “I hate it.” He’d constructed his adult life around autonomy — carefully curated space, selective about who he let in. Cancer shattered that identity. He describes feeling like a toddler in a playpen, disoriented by being cared for rather than caring.

Yet underneath the discomfort is something profound: the experience of an infinite trust fall, of being caught and held. The unfamiliarity itself is the teaching. Michael can see the thread of love clearly — that he’s cherished, valued, cared for — in ways he would have previously pushed away with “I can take care of this myself.”

“I hate it… to not believe that I’m self-sufficient… I’ve really constructed my adult life to have a lot of autonomy.”

“It just feels like this infinite trusting that I’m gonna be caught, I’m gonna be cared for.”

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