March Memories

Hi all! Can you believe we’re already halfway through March? I honestly feel that time flies. Today, I want to share some random memories from Marches (is that a word?) gone by.

First, a year ago, I had just recovered from second-degree burns that I sustained in a crisis. Looking back, my life is much better now than it was a year ago, when we were in the midst of a weird idea from the staff that said I had to compensate for every minute I needed support outside of my designated one-on-one hours because of distress. I sort of understand the reasoning, because, at the end of February, I had shared with my behavior specialist and some therapists that, in an ideal world, I’d be able to rely on staff all the time. What I didn’t realize at the time, thanks to all the words about “unsupported time” in my day schedule, is that this is basically already the situation in 24-hour care. Of course, I can’t always expect a staff to show up in no time when I need one, but it isn’t like I’m ever truly supposed to be self-reliant. That’s until that crazy idea about compensating came to be, because, as one of my staff said it, my “unsupported time” was supposedly my structure. Let’s just say I disagree and am so happy that, after a month, the system was abandoned at the end of March again. Now, it’s actually in my day schedule that I can rely on the staff for support when in distress during my times of doing my activities by myself.

Two years ago, I finally had a meeting to discuss my leaving the intensive support home. I’m so very happy I insisted. I remember the intensive support home’s behavior specialist was a bit critical, because, well, I apparently hadn’t left the care facility in Raalte in 2022 completely voluntarily. As it turned out, some staff had been more happy that I’d finally gone than they had admitted. This is somewhat understandable, given that all other clients there had severe to profound intellectual disability and no or minimal challenging behavior.

I can’t believe I’ve been at my current home for eighteen months already. As I share these two snippets, one from 2024 and the other from 2023, I am intensely grateful. I am still struggling at times, but then again I was even at the best of times in Raalte.

Sharing this post with RDP, for which the prompt today is “March”.