Crafting Lately: A Unicorn and Another “Cheer Up Frog”

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Hi everyone. It’s nearly 11PM as I type this and I originally didn’t intend on writing a blog post today. Then, however, I learned that WordPress is intending on phasing out the classic editor (thanks Di for the heads-up) I almost exclusively use the classic editor, so I’m, well, quite a bit upset. Now I’m having to learn not only to write blog posts without using my Braille display, but also in the dreaded block editor. I could turn this into a challenge though and see what I can still do. For this reason, I’m writing a post in the block editor. And to make it extra challenging, I’m writing a crafty post, so that I’ll have to include images.

In truth, I haven’t been all that crafty lately. However, last week, a new staff was being oriented to me. The regular staff accompanying her is a great crafter, so I made use of this fact and decided to do polymer clay again. I started out making a unicorn. It’s the same style I usually use, but I did get compliments on the color combination, which I chose. The body is done using Fimo Soft in the color pastel vanilla and the horn, mane and tail are done using Fimo soft in the color pastel peach. The unicorn has a decorative flower on its side in the color pastel light pink, but I don’t think the picture captures it.

This unicorn, I did mostly with help from the regular staff while the new one was watching. Then, I made another little sculpture together with the new staff. I wasn’t too inspired, so chose the “cheer up frog”. For those who don’t know, I make frog figures for people who need a little cheering because they’re on sick leave or for another reason could use a little reminder of the good things in life. The Dutch word for “cheer up” is derived from the Dutch word for “frog”.

I added a decorative clover figure to its belly, but in hindsight could’ve gone with a larger size. My best friend also commented that the standard tropical green gets a little boring. One thing I did to challenge myself is to add seed beads to the eyes rather than my standard black dots.

I thoroughly enjoyed working with polymer clay. However, now that I’m sharing these on the blog, I’m struggling to put the blocks in the right order. Ugh, this is definitely a learning curve! And now it’s past midnight, so I’ll have to figure out whether I want to publish this post on Monday or change the publication date. And by the way, it looks like the images are somehow hidden behind my text. This definitely sucks!

#WeekendCoffeeShare (June 27, 2026)

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Hi everyone. I’m joining #WeekendCoffeeShare again. It’s nearly 10PM, so no more coffee for me. I will probably take a break from writing this post (or maybe two) to have a drink of water though. It’s my birthday, but I’m not celebrating it at the care home until Wednesday. My best friend did bake me a nice vegan cheesecake though. No pictures, unfortunately, but it was good even though she said she’d forgotten the added sugar. Grab a cup of your favorite beverage and let’s chat.

If we were having coffee, first I’d talk about the weather. We’re in an extreme heatwave right now. I have hardly been outside since Tuesday because daytime temperatures literally reached over 35°C. The nighttime temp didn’t get below 22°C last night either. The humidity makes it even worse. We’ve had a heat index of 10 out of 10 for the past few days. It’s June, for goodness’ sake!

If we were having coffee, then I’d tell you that I obviously didn’t meet my movement goal on my Apple Watch most days this week. I haven’t been for walks since Tuesday and, since the heat indoors is unbearable too, I can’t dance either.

If we were having coffee, then I’d moan about my Braille display. It’s got lagging dots again. That’s not the worst, honestly. The worst is the fact that, due to the fact that I’m quite sweaty from the heat, I can’t use my Braille display at all or it’ll for sure get moist damage. I’m trying to type this post using JAWS (my screen reader) with just speech now. Being that I was a Braille-only user for the first 20 years that I had access to a computer with a screen reader, this is quite a challenge.

If we were having coffee, next I’d update you all on the divorce. As it turned out, the two of us signing the paperwork wasn’t the last step in the process. Sure we’d been told, but both of us had forgotten. We each still had to have a video call with the lawyer who’d write the request toe the judge. This was last Thursday and it was easy-peasy. I’d expected to be challenged on some of the details in the agreement that are formally to my disadvantage, but he just asked me to confirm that I agreed to them. The divorce has now been submitted to the judge for approval. This will likely be a piece of cake too, so with all going as planned, we should officially be divorced by early August at the latest.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my parents, particularly my mother, didn’t take it well. This among other things has caused me to cut off contact with my parents earlier this week. My sister probably knows even though I didn’t tell her, but she’s so far treating me respectfully.

If we were having coffee, I’d then share about my birthday. It’s my 40th and I’d been looking forward to it for a while, but the situation with my parents causes me to feel a bit bummed about it. I spent the day with my best friend. She gave me some lovely gifts. First was a package of polymer clay in colors none of which I had so far. Half are from the Botanical range and I’d been aahing over those for months. The other gift was a mug. I’d already gotten a 40th birthday mug from my home (well, I’ll ultimately pay for it myself, but the others don’t know that). The one I got from my best friend is much better though.

I’ll celebrate my birthday at the home on Wednesday. I will then get the rest of my gifts, but wanted the birthday-theemd ones in advance because my sister and her family were here last week. They gave me a squishy ball and a doll that my nieces probably selected. Today, my sister also sent me a gift card for one of my favorite clay supplies shops.

When I celebrate my birthday here at the care home, I’m going to bake a caramel cheesecake or probably two. I’ll also cook a pasta bake for everyone (both sides of the home). Hopefully it’ll be less hot by then.

Emotionally Immature

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Hi everyone. Yesterday I listened to the most recent episode of the I Have ADHD podcast. It was on parenting and specifically on how to raise an emotionally mature child.

The concept of emotional immaturity as the problem behind many challenges parents and their adult children face, was first populated by Lindsay C. Gibson. She was a guest on the podcast episode too. However, emotional development as its own thing isn’t just her idea. As regular readers of my blog know, I occasionally write about how it relates to challenging behavior as seen in individuals with intellectual or developmental disabilities. The person behind this theory also focused heavily on coregulation (though I’m not sure he used this word yet) as a means of allowing individuals with disabilities to grow emotionally. So does Gibson.

In her latest book, which is geared towards parents, Gibson has a chapter on things not to do when raising a child. I haven’t read the book, but in the podcast she mentioned hitting as an example. Oh my, did it hit home (no pun intended)! Gibson explains how tempting it can be to spank your young child, but goes on to say that if you set this precedent, what will you do when the kid is fourteen or sixteen? What will they do, I wonder. My mother used as an excuse for smacking me in the head and worse that I was fifteen, not three. I’m pretty sure she did spank me when I was three too as that’s what parents did back in my day. That’s not an excuse though.

Another example Gibson gives is never to invalidate your child’s feelings. This is an extremely hard one, honestly. I mean, on a daily basis when I express my insecurity, I hear my staff respond with things along the lines of “There’s nothing to be scared of”. Well, so you think, but you’re not in my head and my body.

It’s unfortunately worse with my parents. Last Sunday, I had a lengthy text conversation with my mother, because she demanded to know why I don’t feel safe meeting my parents without my best friend. I didn’t give her the explanation she wanted, because I know that’d lead to further invalidation. Rather, I set a boundary that I won’t be meeting her and my father without my best friend present, period. Let’s just say that, after a lot more harsh words towards me and my best friend, I decided to cut off contact.

I did take away from the podcast episode that I’m myself also very emotionally immature. Not that I didn’t know this already, as I’ve explained multiple times when discussing emotional development before. However, a positive takeaway was the fact that self-reflection can help us grow emotionally if we’re genuinely curious about ourselves and others. With my parents, this ship has sailed. I’m also childfree, so no need to worry about continuing the cycle with my own kids, but I do believe that curiosity and self-reflection help any relationship.

Missing Mommy #SoCS

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Hi everyone. Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “miss”. I immediately thought of the fact that I miss my mother. No, scratch that: I miss Mommy. I miss a mother I honestly never had.

When I was little, my mother did try to stand up for me to my father, who’d been adamant that if I didn’t meet his expectations for me, I wasn’t worth raising. Not even worthy of life. As regular readers of my blog know, my father asked the doctor when I was an infant in the NICU whether I should still be treated aggressively given my possible future quality of life. The doctor was adamant that they were keeping me alive no matter what.

As I get older, accept more care and show more and more that I’m unable (and unwilling!) to conform to my parents’ rigid ideas of a person with a life worth living, I find that my mother is the one most vocal about the fact that she’d rather die than than live like this. And by she, she means me.

Nonetheless, I can’t keep from texting my mother. I honestly wish I could full on go no contact, but that’d be extremely hard if not impossible. I’m working on making sure that at least she will never be appointed to be my medical power of attorney. I am thinking hard about the difficult choices should I actually deteriorate to the point of no longer being able to make my own decisions. The first step, after all, is making those wishes clear.

However, all this doesn’t keep me from missing Mommy. That is, missing a mother who unconditionally loves me whether I’m disabled, queer, neither or as in my case both.

Not Dead Yet

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“Not dead yet.” That phrase has been on my mind almost constantly for the past few days. It’s the name and/or slogan for a disability rights organization most specifically focused on campaigning against the “death with dignity” lobby.

Though I am 100% in support of every individual’s right to die when and how they want, the key here is “individual”. This means no-one should be pressured into dying either by family members or relatives, doctors or the government. This is why the phrase resonates with me.

My best friend and I are now almost officially divorced. I say “almost” because we’ll still separately have to talk to a lawyer via a video call next week. I however already updated my Facebook status and told my parents. This may’ve been a mistake less than two weeks before my birthday, but I can’t undo it now.

My parents are saying they’re worried I’ll end up lonely in the institution. No amount of me telling them nothing’s changed about the relationship with my best friend, convinces them otherwise. They’ve actually invited me (and explicitly just me, without my best friend) for dinner at a local-to-me restaurant on my birthday. Too bad I’ll already be meeting my best friend.

That’s not the worst though. The worst are all the comments my mother made on the phone about how she’d rather die than live like this, how hard it is for her to see relatives in care facilities, how I’ve only deteriorated over the past 20 years, etc. She herself claims she’s already made plans of ending her life in the event my father passes before her. I respect that choice, because like I said I’m all for the right to die. But it has to be a right. The way my mother spoke, it made me feel pressured to end my own life.

As poor as my quality of life is at times, I’d still like to be the one making the decision whether it’s so unbearable without a prospect of improvement that I’d rather be dead. I don’t need my parents’ opinion on that. And at this point, I’m choosing to stay alive whether my parents like it or not.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (June 13, 2026)

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Hi everyone. I’m once again joining #WeekendCoffeeShare. It’s 7:40PM as I start typing this post, so I’ll soon take a break for my evening soft drink and chips. I made a smoothie for myself and my fellow residents about an hour ago. It was good. I used frozen mango, pear, flaxseed and soy milk. Feel free to grab a virtual cup yourself (I’m pretty sure the real smoothie has all been consumed). Let’s have a drink and let’s catch up.

If we were having coffee, first I’d talk about the weather. For most of the week, we had daytime temperatures around 18°C. We also had rain, wind and some thunderstorms.

If we were having coffee, next I’d tell you that this week, the institution’s four-day evening walking event was held. That is, two out of four walks were canceled because of a code yellow weather warning for thunderstorms. On Thursday and Friday, the walk did go on, but we were soaked in rain on Thursday.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I’m still going strong with my movement goal on my Apple Watch despite the weather. I’m not meeting my exercise goal each day, as sometimes the weather only permits one short walk, but apparently it’s still easy enough to burn 300 active calories each day. I am currently only 1kg overweight, by the way, which is why it kind of surprises me I still meet my goal relatively easily.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you my week has been hard in other respects. Early in the week, I needed support during the night, waited patiently for a staff to make his way from the main building to me only to find out later on he’d been spending ten minutes putting away dangerous objects from the living room before seeing me even though there hadn’t been a reason to think I’d use them. I heard him rummaging about in the living room, so asked what was going on, thinking maybe it was a fellow client. He said it’d been him, the night staff. “And it’s night, so please go to sleep.”

A few nights ago, I did go to the kitchen and pulled out scissors but didn’t use them. This prompted the night staff to request the kitchen be locked at night again because of the time it takes the staff to make their way here. This request could’ve been reasonable (if a little overboard), if not for the fact that the kitchen only has a gate, not a full-size door. This means I can easily climb over the gate using a chair, causing a fall risk that in my opinion outweighs the risk of me self-harming using one of the objects in the kitchen. Besides, if you want to eliminate every risk of a client self-harming, well, you’d need to drug them up and tie them down. This question, whether clients need to be kept safe from harm at any cost, has been on my mind a lot. As much as I cling to life itself though, surviving is meaningless if my quality of life is poor.

This same issue came up on Wednesday when I saw the physical therapist. She’d recommended I start using a rollator walker. I’m not altogether against it, although I did say so when she came by with it, but that’s more because she claims she won’t do anything for me unless I start using the walker. The reason I’m leaning towards rejecting it for now is the fact that with it being incompatible with a white cane, it’d lead to even further dependence on non-disabled people than I already experience. I know it’d theoretically at least cause me to walk more safely, but the only times I’ve fallen over the past year have been times I didn’t wear my orthopedic footwear for one reason or another (usually because it was at the repair shop yet again). The physical therapist keeps saying nothing can be improved about the footwear, promised me an extra pair of shoes but never got to actually making sure I’d get one and is now saying I shouldn’t walk as much as I do. She isn’t giving me any alternatives to walking either. This and other things make me believe the professionals’ feelings about risk are more important than my feelings about my quality of life.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I’m stressing quite a bit over the divorce. The final appointment with the mediator was supposed to be last Tuesday but got postponed a week for practical reasons. I’ll also have a meeting with the client confidante, my assigned staff and the behavior specialist on the same day. I try to separate the divorce from my care situation. However, the fact remains I’ll be literally homeless without the care home from this coming Tuesday on.

If we were having coffee, finally I’d share that I was on the phone with my wife between my evening soft drink and finishing this post. I told her I’d been making smoothies. Then we got talking about blogs. My wife joked that mine isn’t juicy enough for the divorce mediator to read, so I replied that I’d have to share smoothie recipes to make it juicier. That made her laugh out loud.

Care Needs to Be Suitable

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Hi everyone. Yesterday, I came across a post on Facebook advising people who are feeling that the care they get doesn’t suit them. The basic point was care has to suit the client, not the other way around. In other words, as a client, you do not need to make yourself fit into the mold people caring for you have created.

I have struggled with this idea forever. In my case, there is an additional layer of complexity that the poster didn’t experience, in that not getting care isn’t an option for me. As such, if a care agency gives me the choice between consenting to whatever they want and being kicked out, it’s pretty much no choice. At least, in 2008, when the psych hospital gave me the choice between consenting to seclusion or discharge, they pretty much weren’t giving me a choice. Now, that “pretty much” doesn’t even apply, in that I’d be literally homeless without the institution. In this sense, my former staff who told me I’m easily replaceable, was right. It’s not like my staff would be unemployed without me, but I would be homeless without them.

This reality, however, has kept me silent far too long. Just because staff mean well and feel powerless themselves in the face of a complex case like me, doesn’t mean everything they do is justifiable or in my best interest.

Yesterday, I decided to apply for specialist client support. I used regular client support before and this is how the Center for Consultation and Expertise thing got started, but it’s been over eighteen months since I was in touch with this organization and it looks like I need more intisive, long-term help. I put on the application form that I’m struggling in multiple ways at my current care home.

The outcome may or may not be yet another move. I don’t want to decide either way yet, as I know that if I decide I want to stay here, it’ll likely mean having to put up with the current care situation, because my staff are at the end of their tethers. However, being that there simply aren’t enough people with my combination of needs in the Netherlands to form a home, I doubt any truly suitable place exists. This means that a care home, including the responsible higher-ups, has to full on agree that they want to and are able to adapt to meet my needs. That’s what I asked the behavior specialist responsible for this home at the time when I was put onto the waiting list to be placed here too, but apparently she wasn’t listening.

All I can hope for is that, with the help of the specialist client supporter, I can avoid this becoming yet another hopeless situation in which I’ll be involuntarily shoved down another home’s figurative throat and that home in turn will be shoved down my throat.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (June 6, 2026)

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Hi everyone. I’m joining #WeekendCoffeeShare again. I just had my evening coffee and will probably take a break from writing this post to have my soft drink and chips at 8PM. Feel free to grab a cup of your favorite beverage and let’s chat.

If we were having coffee, first I’d talk about the weather. It’s been less hot and more humid than it used to be. The daytime temperatures this week were often around 18°C and it’s been rainy. We also had quite a few thunderstorms. I’m not liking the rain and still sweating as it’s still warmer than I’d like (is this perimenopause hitting?), but I tell myself this weather’s more normal climate-wise.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I reached a perfect month with respect to my movement ring on my Apple Watch in May. So far, I’m still meeting my goal each day, though it’s been challenging with the rain. I didn’t complete my monthly challenge for May, by the way.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I’m still struggling with my care situation and whether it’ll actually work here or not. The behavior specialist did reassure me that they can’t kick me out even if it turns out this place can’t provide the care I need.

I was worried about being kicked out after I had several more incidents in which staff used excessive force and I was quite blunt that I won’t have to put up with it. The meeting with the care confidante has been scheduled for the 16th. The substitute behavior specialist will be gone by then and the regular one will have the meeting with us. She can be a bit, well, challenging. This caused me to feel scared that, if I put my foot down that I won’t have to deal with force unless absolutely necessary to prevent/avert serious problems, she’s going to turn it into a battle around care refusal. I had this experience before. Let’s hope the meeting goes as well as possible.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I did have some positive experiences this past week. On Monday, my staff and I decided to take pictures on our walk on grounds. I ran them through the image description tool built into JAWS and it was really good.





On Thursday, the same staff offered to help me create a soft pastel drawing using one of my unicorn templates. I hung it onto my bathroom door, but unfortunately it crinkled when I opened the door too many times, so I removed the drawing. I did snap a picture though.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I cooked dinner twice this week. On Wednesday, I cooked minced meat, rice and vegetables for just myself. I didn’t really enjoy it, because I’d gotten it in my head that the mince was infected with prion-borne disease. My wife, who is a vegan, isn’t the right person to comfort me in this respect (though she did try), but she is the right person to advise me on how to cut back on animal products and eat more healthfully in general.

I decided to cook a vegetarian pasta dish this Saturday. On Wednesday, I had to make a grocery list for it and I decided kind of impulsively to cook the dish for my side of the home. I cooked orzo with spinach and tomatoes. I initially thought I wouldn’t like it (don’t ask me why I picked it then), but I did and so did my fellow residents!

I just ran the photo of this dish through the image description tool and I’m not as content with the description this time.

If we were having coffee, lastly I’d share that the final meeting with the divorce mediator will be on Tuesday. I’m struggling quite a bit with the reality of my wife and I divorcing. I mean, I try to tell myself we’ll remain best friends, but I can’t just shut down my anxious attachment style.

Besides, the behavior specialist does seriously wonder whether I’m in the right care home. I did tell her that, if it turns out it’s in my best interest to move again, I don’t want to be handed over like a parcel, like I was when I left Raalte and when I came here. This does have me consider several factors involved in potential new care homes, including the distance from my best friend. Like, if the most appropriate care home for me is across the country, does this mean I’ll be all alone there? It’s all quite complicated and stressful.

May 2026 In Review

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Hi all! It’s the last day of the month and this means it’s time for my month in review. The month of May was harder than the month of April even and, if I had to summarize my attitude in one sentence, it’d be “I’ve had enough, this is the limit!”. Unfortunately, my saying that I’ve had enough, doesn’t mean people around me actually listen.

The month started with a weekend in which I experienced a major breakdown, during which I expressed quite a lot of hopelessness, leading to suicidal ideation. I expressed my despair in the living room with several other residents present. I realize this isn’t acceptable, but I can’t take full responsibility for the situation either. This among other things led the staff to decide to drag me to my room the next Monday for the crime of appearing in distress while in the living room outside of my one-on-one.

This was the final straw for me with respect to my staff disregarding my rights under the guise of my (or rather, other people’s) best interest and I decided to contact the client confidante on involuntary care. So far, even though I had the initial meeting with her three weeks ago, no luck planning a meeting with my support coordinator and behavior specialist and I doubt it’s ever going to happen. I’m currently at a very low point in my perpetually low trust of the powers-that-be. I would like to say I’ve hit rock bottom, but each time I say this, I realize things can get even worse.

All this does diminish my joy in the fun and meaningful activities I do engage in. Mind you, I still do occasionally do meaningful activities and I might start cooking for my side of the home again soon, but I doubt that with the way my staff are struggling to support me, it’s ever going to work.

My wife and I had two meetings on our divorce this month too. It’s been quite stressful even though we’re in agreement about what we want. The next meeting will be for us to sign the agreement and then our part of the process is over I think.

I’m noticing that, despite my hope of expanding my social circle this year, I’m self-isolating more. I did attend the monthly brain injury meeting this month but that’s as far as it goes. Nobody seems to want to support my hopes and dreams either and this frustrates me to no end, because with my executive dysfunction, I can’t pursue them without help.

I did start working in a neurodivergent-friendly dialectical behavior therapy workbook after I’d had the umpteenth argument with a staff. I’ve also let my support coordinator and assigned staff know I’d like to get help regulating my emotions, but I doubt it’s going to happen in a way that works for me. I mean, my staff obviously would like to see me suppress my needs and feelings again, while I do realize I need to express them less aggressively but this does mean expressing them earlier on.

A few weeks ago, the topic of whether I’m at the right care home was brought to the table yet again. I can’t shake the feeling that, so long as I haven’t become unmanageable to the staff yet, nothing will change and, if/when I do become unmanageable, I’ll be kicked right out. The higher-ups are trying to reassure me I won’t be kicked out “just like that”, but truthfully I don’t know what’d be worse: being kicked out or remaininng in my current place while nothing improves indefinitely.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (May 23, 2026)

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Hi everyone. I’m joining #WeekendCoffeeShare again. I originally started typing this post yesterday evening but got distracted and distressed and then never finished my post. It’s now nearly 9PM on Saturday. I just had my evening soft drink but since it’s blazing hot out here, I’ll have to make sure to drink plenty of water. Let’s have a drink and let’s catch up.

If we were having coffee, first I’d expand on my comment about it being blazing hot and talk about the weather. Early in the week, the daytime temp barely got above 12°C and we had rain. On Wednesday, the daytime temperature started to rise and today it’s 30°C. I honestly don’t mind as much, although of course it still being May this makes me worried for the real summer.

If we were having coffee, then I’d share that I am still in the game for a perfect month with respect to my movement ring on my Apple Watch. April was a hard month and I didn’t meet my goal several days. This month, I’m probably not going to meet my monthly challenge goal, but at least I still have a chance at closing my movement ring each day.

Yesterday, the staff and I originally planned on riding the side-by-side bike to the nearby lake for a cup of coffee (and my favorite caramel pie). Unfortunately, the bike wouldn’t work properly so we went for a walk instead and stopped by the institution townhouse for a coffee. They sometimes offer cake too, but apparently not this time.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I made use of both my culinary activity time slots this week. Today, I baked a banana cake. The bananas should’ve been riper, but it was okay nonetheless.

On Wednesday, I cooked a one-pot pasta dish with broccoli, chicken and pesto sauce. I’ve given up my idea of cooking vegan dinners only, because all the prep is just too hard.

Besides, the behavior specialist noticed how happy cooking for my fellow residents made me and talked to my support coordinator about it. Soon, I’ll likely have a weekly opportunity to cook for my side of the home. Whether this will be full-on dinner prep each week, will have to be decided on.

If we were having coffee, next I’d share that the behavior specialist came by on Thursday for a talk. It’s a shame she’s a substitute, because it looks like she’s much more understanding of my situation than the regular one. I do hope that she’ll be able to talk some sense into the regular one when she comes back in a month or so though.

It isn’t like she wasn’t critical of me, of course. For example, she asked me whether there’s any risk in my writing about my life in the institution openly online for this care agency. I was up front with her that I can be quite harsh in my criticism of my staff and, if they read it, they may recognize themselves. However, I never name my institution or any individual workers. Not that, being that I’m not an employee, there’s any law prohibiting me from naming and shaming the institution if I so wished, but I can see it wouldn’t help my relationship with my staff. That’s why I don’t usually give out my blog address to staff.

One of the positive outcomes of our meeting is the fact that the behavior specialist and I got talking about my IQ. As regular readers of this blog know, the IQ that’s in my care plan was pulled out of mid-air, in that no-one except for me knows where it came from and until now, no-one seemed to care. It turns out she’d been looking for the report and couldn’t find it. Phew, finally! I explained that the report is nowhere to be found except on my personal computer. The report literally dates back to 1999 and isn’t the best childhood psych eval report I have at that. But it’s the one with the catchiest punchline, ie. the three-digit IQ score. I never realized myself until very recently that most staff, being practically educated, go right for catchy bullet points and, as a result, won’t remember the pages and pages of information about my emotional development when they’ve been wowed about my “super high” IQ. In any case, here’s hoping the behavior specialist will finally get this nonsensical number removed from my care plan.

If we were having coffee, I’d then ramble on non-stop about the other issues this meeting brought up. Do you have a couple hours? I just deleted an incredibly long paragraph because I saw my post was fast approaching 1000 words. Instead, I’ll wrap this up and go to bed, as it’s nearly 11:30PM by now.