Suffering from charity fatigue
As a family (including adult children), we have done some research and have decided where our limited charity donations should go, and are doing this instead of Christmas and birthday gifts. However, the mailbox continues to sprout envelopes full of address labels, greeting and note cards and even reusable shopping bags - the latter even after I had taken the time to write that particular charity in Toronto to tell them not to waste their money as I was not going to donate to them. I now have three.
I no longer feel obliged or guilty when I now ignore these bribes - or dare I say blackmail. However, I feel extremely offended, and I won’t name the charity, when it says on the envelope that their particular disability affects more Canadians than breast cancer, prostate cancer, Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s combined. This, in bold letters! And, of course, it contains yet more address labels.
Of course, money is needed, but it’s beginning to seem like a growth industry; Canada has over 80,000 registered charities - that means 80,000 executive directors not out looking for jobs, or is that too cynical a perspective? Patsy Ploughman writes from St. John’s