Unpunished Destruction of Man

Two years ago, I was a passenger of a car, into which a drunk driver crashed, an unpunished destruction of a man. Before that she worked as the chief accountant of the sugar plant in the Bryansk region, now a disabled person of the 1st group. For two years I hardly learned how to serve myself, to eat, dress, move around the house. The accident occurred on the federal highway Moscow-Kiev. Being in a drunken state, the driver of the passenger car fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into the car where I was sitting in the passenger seat. More than forty days spent in a coma, fifteen fractures, more than two months spent in the Bryansk regional hospital. In November 2012, she was at the Moscow Center for Pathology of Speech and Neurorehabilitation. There, with a more complete examination on modern equipment, the doctors came to the conclusion that I need an operation on the blood vessels of the brain. Lisa magazine published my letter with the comments of a psychologist and a note on a possible site in which I can find communication. Almost all colleagues and friends immediately refused to communicate with me. In May of this year I registered in social networks, where I found an opportunity for normal communication. The attitude of society to people with disabilities is rather biased. Find any kind of underworking is almost impossible, because treatment is very expensive. People in our society are very prejudiced against disabled people. For the time being, relatives of Mom, husband, sister, son come to help. The Social Insurance Fund promised to allocate a ticket to the sanatorium, but did not allocate it, but I do not have the opportunity to go to the authorities. I'm 38 years old, and my life is almost over. It turns out you can completely destroy with impunity a person by car accident. I am engaged in physical education, I communicate with pets. The face is pretty much distorted, speech is broken, so people prefer not to communicate with me. I live in a fairly small village of Lopandino, there are no invalids with whom I could communicate. Only relatives come to help, as long as there is an opportunity not to die. I remember that two years ago I had a normal life, work, trips abroad, a car, now I dream that one day I will be able to walk a few steps down the street and say at least the forgiven words. Technique of course stepped forward, the computer installed me even a program that translates text to speech, now the computer voice my voice. To the fullest extent, sensitizing society to people like me, I can say that the majority of people are completely indifferent to other people's problems. Many follow the news on television in distant countries, send sms and pretend that they care about the fate of people, but a couple of steps and help no one could. I used to have more than three thousand familiar people, units that can be counted on the fingers of one hand supported, showed interest. Of course, there were many who used the situation to their own advantage or gloated. But recently we lived in a society where we were taught to help veterans, give way to public transport. We often hear about tougher penalties for drunkenness on the roads, it is in theory in practice that no one is immune from drunken abuse on the roads. The case that happened to me with the unpunished destruction of man.