July 2026 In Review

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Hi everyone. It’s the last day of the month and this means it’s time for my monthly recap. July was most of all a hot month weather-wise. It had its highs and lows, but wasn’t as eventful as May or June had been. I consider that an okay thing.

The first half of the month was an uncertain time. I learned in mid-June that I was going to be moving out of this care home, but wasn’t sure of the details. I mean, for all I knew, I could be kicked out to a crisis unit or onto the streets.

It didn’t help that my aggressive behavior got a bit worse in early July. I had another major incident on July 10, in which among other things I told a staff she’d be facing a complaint. I never followed through, because she backed down with her restraint quite quickly. Later, I was told that the way the situation escalated would’ve in fact warranted me being restrained. I’m not entirely sure how much my support coordinator, who told me this, knew about the order of events, because well cause and effect were reversed: I spiraled out of control after the staff tried to restrain me, not the other way around. This particular staff has quite a harsh support approach, so I maintain that it need not have escalated into a restraint-worthy situation.

I will finally have a meeting to discuss my Care and Force Act plan on August 10. My support coordinator will be off work then, but the behavior specialist will attend, as will an independent client confidante. I will hopefully be able to make it crystal clear then that restraint is not a way to de-escalate a situation for me nor is it something that’ll teach me a lesson. Rather, its purpose is solely to keep me from causing significant harm to myself or others.

On July 16, I finally met with the behavior specialist, team leader and my support coordinator and assigned staff to discuss my moving out of this care home. It turned out that there are no plans of single-handedly terminating my care. As I read my housing profile, which will be sent on to the care finding people, I did realize that for some staff, the situation is however rather urgent. It isn’t like this surprises me, but it does kind of contradict the rather fluffy letter I received from the behavior specialist on July 16.

Today, I received a phone call from independent client support. The agency the substitute behavior specialist had recommended, didn’t feel like they could help me, but the one with the client confidante on involuntary care did. I was happy to find out that the same client supporter I’d spoken with several years ago regarding my move from the intensive support home to my current care home, was able to pick up my case.

In other news, today my now ex-wife and I received the letter that our divorce has been finalized. This means we’ll probably soon be talking selling the house. Otherwise, it doesn’t change much.

Over the month of July, I did engage in a few crafty and culinary activities. On Wednesday, I cooked the absolute blandest pasta pesto ever. I cooked it for my fellow residents too, but was so underwhelmed with the result myself that I didn’t even care to ask whether the others liked it. This did motivate me to learn more about the details of cooking beyond blindly following recipes.

First Steps in Finding a (Truly This Time, I hope) Suitable Care Home

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Hi everyone. It’s been a full week since I last wrote a post on this blog. This week has indeed been full. Not necessarily in that anything spectacular happened, but I’ve been hyperfocusing on the home-finding thing.

This is one reason I finally changed my tagline. I’d been annoyed at my old one for years, but could never think of a more appropriate one. Looking back, it should’ve been easy.

So here I am chronicling my complicated care-finding process. I have been looking up various options online and talking to people on Facebook. Specialist client support hasn’t contacted me yet even though they said they would do so this week. Here’s hoping they’ll contact me on Monday or Tuesday.

I haven’t spoken to the team leader or behavior specialist either. My trust is at a very low point and I’m half expecting this to go exactly like it went with my last several moves: not hearing anything for months until the powers-that-be have found a place they think they can send me to. Staff are saying I’ll have a meeting with the behavior specialist and team leader “shortly”, but they for whatever reason aren’t allowed to tell me when. One staff eventually said it’s on the 16th, but my trust is so low after all the comments that I’m not allowed to know etc., that I’m thinking he may’ve made it up to shut me up.

In the meantime, I am looking at possible new places to transfer to. I don’t want to end up in general psychiatric care again and doubt general homes for people with physical disability, vision impairment or brain injury can cope with my behavior. There are places for people with a combination of impairments, but these aren’t widespread. Like I said last week, staying in this area is no longer a top priority for me, but it’s definitely still on my list of things I hope for.

One thing that scares me, is the fact that I have a long history of being too complicated for one place yet not qualifying for another due to my needs not being (perceived as) significant enough. For example, when I lived independently, I kept being told that I “am not crazy enough” for a psychiatric admission, yet once admitted, I had to lie my way out of the locked unit because the open units couldn’t meet my actual needs. Similarly, I’m quite scared that I’m not severe enough for the complex care units and yet I know for sure that regular care homes won’t meet my needs, in that in those, you either have a physical disability or you have significant mental health or behavioral problems.

There is exactly one home in the entire country, if I’m correct, for people who are both visually impaired and autistic. Then again, I doubt it’s either of those disabilities that causes me the most significant problems. I think, and so did the substitute behavior specialist, that it’s my brain injury. Then again, thinking this creates another catch-22, in that my brain injury was the reason my autism diagnosis was at one point removed, yet I didn’t qualify for an acquired brain injury diagnosis either because I had my brain bleed and hydrocephalus in infancy. That’s how I ended up with borderline and dependent personality disorder diagnoses, neither of which truly explains my actual needs.

I can only hope that, in the nine years since I was kicked out of the psychiatric hospital because no place wanted me, I have accumulated enough evidence for my genuine needs that I can at least get sufficient funding. Then the next step is finding a home that will use the funding to meet my needs.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (July 4, 2026)

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Hi everyone. I’m joining #WeekendCoffeeShare again. It’s nearly 10PM as I start typing this post and I’ll soon need to brush my teeth, but I’ll finish this post before going off to bed. I just had my cup of green tea. If you’d like something to drink either hot or cold, feel free to and let’s chat.

If we were having coffee, first I’d talk about the weather. The heatwave has thankfully ended and we now usually have daytime highs of about 24°C, sometimes even cooler. It’s been quite windy and occasionally rainy too, so I’ve actually even been wearing my jeans again.

If we were having coffee, then I’d tell you that, obviously, I didn’t meet my June monthly challenge goal on my Apple Watch and I didn’t get the perfect month award. So far in July, I’m still meeting my movement goal each day, but I’m not expecting to make it to a perfect month this time either.

I did ride the side-by-side bike to the next town’s market again yesterday. It had been months since I visited the market, but the guy behind the olive stall did recognize me.

If we were having coffee, then I’d tell you all that I celebrated my birthday at the care home on Wednesday. It was a bit difficult. I’d had big plans for baking two cheesecakes and making a pasta bake for the entire home (20 residents). The cheesecakes were a success, but during the pasta bake preparation process, there were some bumps in the road. However, in the end both were delicious! Yes, even the fellow resident who always complains about food being too spicy, loved my pasta arrabbiata bake. I’d made it once before but had then deseeded the peppers. Not this time.

Caramel cheesecake
Pasta bake

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’ve also been quite crafty recently, particularly early in the week. I crafted two small butterflies out of polymer clay (using a mold), to be turned into earrings later. When my one-on-one for the moment saw my other molds, she wanted to use a bigger butterfly mold that I hadn’t used in years. She proposed to use multiple colors in a marbling technique and chose eight all very different colors, including both yellow and purple. I know a little about color theory and said yellow mixed with purple becomes a horrible brownish color. My staff said that, if the butterfly turned brownish, she’d take it home and display it on her fridge. I ended up giving it to her regardless, but it didn’t turn ugly! I do take the credit for being careful not to overmix the colors, though in hindsight I might’ve undermixed them for the effect she wanted.

Polymer clay butterfly

If we were having coffee, I’d share that this crafty endeavor made me decide to order several other small earring molds. My sister had gifted me a voucher for one of my favorite clay supplies shops and I spent it on molds, cutters and also two new colors of acrylic paint. One of the paints was named sorbet and I had absolutely no idea what color that’s supposed to be. I now realize I could’ve had AI describe the image on the website, but I ordered the color and only discovered that it’s a kind of pink once it arrived.

If we were having coffee, I’d finally share that specialized client support contacted the behavior specialist and they’re now going to get back to me. When I found out they wanted to talk to the behavior specialist, I feared my care agency was going to hijack the entire process. I’m still not convinced that they aren’t, particularly since finding out yesterday that the team leader had informed the staff that I’m leaving before I’d even gotten a clear idea of the consequences of the meeting with the substitute behavior specialist in which she’d posed the question whether I’m in the right place here. It doesn’t help that staff are making all kinds of assumptions about what kind of place would be better suited to me and what I find most important. The truth is, my main requirement is that a future placement’s team, including higher-ups, truly wants to understand and accommodate my needs. I don’t want to have to move again in two or three years.

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.