DEAR MISS MANNERS: I am the relative and legal guardian of a woman who was born severely disabled. Now middle-aged, she still has the mentality of a toddler. I promised her and myself, when we were children, that I would take care of her (for reasons that are not relevant here). The problem? All kinds of people, who probably mean well, keep telling me what a great person I am for taking care of her, how wonderful of me, how selfless I am, etc. Miss Manners, I am none of these things. I take care of her because ... she needs someone to take care of her. Period. Why praise me for doing something that needs to be done? What would be the alternative, in their eyes? Have they no loved ones?