I didn’t promise anything... and don’t flatter yourself... I’m not stalking or following your posts...
To be clear: Not intentionally offensive. Just intentionally blunt. Offensive is all in your perception. You were the one challenging folks to post their examples “to prove their credibility”.
I’m actually interested in discussing the topic you originally posted. Which is taking pictures of people with “disabilities and other ailments “. Aren’t you?
So...
I think it's a courtesy to show your work on Media or with a link...especially if you find it necessary demean others.
By the way, the OT is "how do you photograph elder friends". You evidently missed that.
You were anxious to know if I'd photographed the (self-diagnosed) schizophrenic person I mentioned having contacted through his self promotion (his biz card pinned to brewpub wall and his website). He didn't respond to my gentle suggestion that he might be interested in a portrait. My portrait appointment with another young schizophrenic person (same timeframe) is "on hold" per his care-taking mother (a fine photographer who knows my work but doesn't want to photograph him herself).
I photographed my teacher (Minor White student), who was a few years into his Parkinson's decline...perhaps the last time he hiked with a camera (Sonoma County coastal range). I also photographed him in his last year. Those photos are between me and his widow. I also photographed our mourning friends, who included two other Minor White students, at his funeral. I would post a couple of those if I could make contact with them...it's been about 30 years.
I never photographed the school teacher with the implant. Met her once at a party.
I didn't photograph my Parkinson's father since I wanted to remember his robust health ten years earlier (at my current age), which I photographed well.
My post-graduate work was in research psychology...I was also interested in autism, was certified in Behavior Therapy, worked professionally with autistic and other extremely disturbed (institutionalized) children. That's very demanding emotionally. When I wanted no more of that I turned back to photography.
As it happens my family has carried
Huntington's disease since 1939, when it was first recognized as a malady. That disease skipped my father's line (therefore isn't in my line or my sister's), having killed his mother, brother, one of his nephews (who was a photographer)...Huntington's is unavoidably in the genes of a number of his grand-nephews (at least one of whom has sworn never to have children).
Brian, some people are alert to these things, some experience them, others....