No Reason for Alarm, Apparently #SoCS

Hi everyone. I’m pretty frustrated right now. This is in part related to the usual struggles with my day schedule, ie. the fact that the only thing that’s clear about it is when I have support and when I’m supposed to be by myself. I’ve explained a zillion times that I need my activities to be more structured but the staff keep saying I can’t do any meaningful activities when I’m in distress. This may be partly true, in that polymer clay, baking and cooking are harder for me to do when I’m in distress, but when there’s no clarity about which activities I’ll do, the sheer magnitude of the list I have to choose from, overwhelms me before I can even decide whether I’m in good enough a mental state to do such an activity.

Another thing that’s been bothering me, are my physical symptoms. I’ve had horrible tremors for a few years already, but over the past year or so they’ve steadily gotten worse. My institution’s physician tells me to distract myself when it happens because it’s probably in part stress-related. However, I can barely operate my phone or computer when my hands are trembling and all the activities that I can do on my own that would at least in theory distract me, involve my iPhone or computer.

Yessterday, the tremors were so distressing and also my leg was in a constant state of tension. The tremors mainly affect my right side, while the muscle tension was on my left side. I have mild cerebral palsy affecting mainly my left side, so it’s kind of understandable that I’d experience spasming in that leg. However, there’s no known explanation for the tremors. Yes, they could be psychosomatic, but they could also be due to medication (one of my various psychiatric medications), some kind of long-term effect of my cerebral palsy, or any combination of these.

Knowing that my doctor doesn’t see a reason for alarm, is somewhat comforting. At least there’s no reason for me to believe I have a neurodegenerative disease. That doesn’t mean the thought doesn’t creep up on me at times though. However, even when I am able to realize that I’m not suffering from Parkinson’s (not that my tremors are at all similar to those someone with that disease would suffer from), the tremors are still debilitating.

On Monday, the staff are going to ask my GP’s nurse practitioner about the symptoms yet again. My intellectual disability physician tells me to distract myself, apparently believing my symptoms are psychosomatic. I’m pretty sure the nurse practitioner is going to say the same. However, if only those telling me my symptoms are all in my head and due to stress, could help me lessen that stress!


This post was written for #SoCS, for which the prompt today is “alarm”.

Neurodivergence and Emotional Dysregulation

Hi everyone. On Monday, I listened to an episode of the Navigating Adult ADHD podcast. It was on emotional dysregulation and it’s been on my mind ever since.

I don’t have a diagnosis of ADHD, but have wondered for years whether my emotion regulation issues are “just” autistic meltdowns, whether I have borderline personality disorder like my psychologist in the psychiatric hospital used to believe, or whether something else is going on. So far, I haven’t found a satisfactory answer and, with that, I have not found something that helps.

I tried a ton of medications but none truly helped me, except for maybe my antidepressant. That is, obviously my antipsychotic did lessen my emotional outbursts, but it didn’t do so in a pleasant way. In fact, I only felt irritability or I felt nothing. That’s not emotion regulation but being numbed down too much.

I tried dialectical behavior therapy, which I still believe could’ve been helpful if the clinician hadn’t been so horribly invalidating. I mean, there’s quite a world between going along with every single emotion I describe without question (which I realize could be counterproductive) and telling me, albeit implicitly, that my entire way of experiencing things is invalid. I haven’t been involved with DBT for long enough to know whether it in itself is invalidating or whether it was just the clinician being judgmental.

In the podcast, the speaker described six ways in which emotional dysregulation can show up. I related to all of them, though some more than others. For example, my low frustration tolerance is truly debilitating. So is my inability to calm down. I literally still fret over things that happened at the intensive support home and these influence how I react to my current staff. My spouse and I also regularly fight over both of our (but more so my) inability to let go.

The things I relate less to, interestingly, are things I see as relatively “positive”. For example, I do get slightly over-excited at times, but not to an extreme degree. Then again, the fact that I don’t experience it to an extreme degree, is probably why I see it as “positive”: after mulling over negative things for weeks, I’d love something to get overly enthusiastic about. In reality though, finding a new hobby and buying all the “needed” supplies within hours, isn’t actually good for me financially. I just wish I’d experience that rush of excitement. Then again, when, rarely, I do, it often leads to even lower lows afterwards.

I’m joining in with #WWWhimsy.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (August 2, 2025)

Hi everyone. I’m once again joining #WeekendCoffeeShare. It’s almost 10:30PM, so no more drinks other than water for me. That green tea I got a month ago has gotten a meaning of its own lately, symbolizing my lack of independence and self-determination. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Grab yourself a favorite drink and let’s catch up.

If we were having coffee, first I’d talk about the weather. It’s been rainy most of the week and honestly less warm than I’d like it to be. I refuse to wear long-sleeved shirts in the middle of summer, but today, I almost regretted going out in just a T-shirt.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that in part due to the weather, I haven’t been as physically active as I’d have liked lately. Today, my spouse and I wanted to go for a walk but it was raining pretty hard so we turned around within five minutes. That was when I was out in just a shirt. I’m hoping I can still meet my movement goal on my Apple Watch today.

If we were having coffee, then I’d share that I was at our house today. My spouse got a new cat about six weeks ago and I hadn’t met him yet. His name is Caleb. Unfortunately, he hid under our bed as soon as I walked in the door and had to be dragged down by my spouse for me to be able to pet him.

We originally intended to cook dinner together or get pizza delivered, but since the weather didn’t permit us taking a walk and my spouse didn’t want to stay inside the house all day, we decided to drive to Apeldoorn. I needed a new jacket, after all. My old one, I’d bought seven years ago and it’d finally gotten damaged beyond repair in addition to being quite dirty. When my spouse asked me my size, I made a guess. It turned out the old jacket was several sizes bigger. Then again, back in 2018 I was at least 10kg heavier than I am now. I finally got a jacket with a size inbetween my original guess and the old one’s and it fits perfectly.

If we were having coffee, then I’d tell you that, as of yesterday, I’m once again a tiny step down with my medication. Specifically, I’m now on the absolute lowest dose of pregabalin. I was never on a high dose anyway, in fact having been on my start dose for years, but as it is in medicine, apparently going up is easier than going down. Six weeks from now, I’ll most likely be completely off of pregabalin.

If we were having coffee, then I’d share I’m still struggling. Part of it is the realization that my life is far from “normal” and the fact that I feel guilty about not accepting this reality. I constantly have my last home’s staff’s words in my head about never having a perfect day. I am also constantly thinking of ways in which my life could be even a tiny bit more meaningful.

If we were having coffee, finally I’d share that I did have some good moments over the past week. Like I said on Thursday, I have been quite active in the kitchen. I also on Thursday crafted another clay parrot.

The staff who’s leaving, took this one and the one we made last week home with her yesterday.

Tomorrow, one of my assigned staff is going to do my morning activity with me and we agreed to work with clay again. I have yet to think of some ideas for what to make. She wanted an elephant, but I’m not yet sure how to go about doing that.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (April 19, 2025)

Hi everyone. I’m joining #WeekendCoffeeShare tonight. It’s almost 11PM here, so definitely no more coffee for me. If you’d like to grab a drink, feel free to and let’s chat.

If we were having coffee, first I’d talk about the weather. We finally got rain. Not as much as was originally thought and not nearly enough, but we got rain. The temperatures have also been lower, usually around 15°C. This is still warmer than normal, but I still yearn for 20°C.

If we were having coffee, then I’d tell you that, as a result of the rainy weather, I haven’t walked as much as I did in previous weeks. I still kept my perfect streak with respect to my movement goal on my Apple Watch, but didn’t meet my exercise goal everyday.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I’ve finally been crafting again. I created a polymer clay bear holding a heart for my support coordinator, who is on maternity leave. Unfortunately, one of its ears fell off during baking, but thankfully I noticed it in time and was able to add a new ear.

I also made another attempt at creating a polymer clay trinket dish today, but failed once again.

If we were having coffee, I’d report that I had a meeting with the intellectual disability physician, who prescribes my psych meds, on Wednesday. The good news is that I’m allowed to further taper my antipsychotic. The bad news is no answers regarding my tremors. She thinks they may be related to my spastic cerebral palsy and this means that they can get worse when I’m stressed.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I had a dietitian’s appt on Wednesday too. This went well. I’m staying in a sort of acceptable weight range and not having binge eating episodes or purging. My next appt will be in three months.

If we were having coffee, I’d moan about the temp worker situation once again. On Wednesday, when like I said I had two appointments, the staff wanted to orient a new “regular” temp worker to me. As soon as they told me, I told them that this wasn’t going to work out that day, but they kept telling me to see what’d come out of my doctor’s appt first and then we’d discuss it again. Well, no-one ever allowed for any discussion after the appt and, when the time came for the worker to be oriented, the staff doing the orienting kept pushing me in overt and covert ways to accept him. Like, the temp worker was constantly sneakily, without talking, being in my presence. This gave me a horribly unsafe feeling, because I, being blind, couldn’t be sure whether he was there or not.

The staff doing the orienting at one point seemed to show some understanding and told me she was going to talk it over with the other staff. She came back to tell me that it’d been agreed between my assigned staff, the support coordinator, behavior specialist and the team manager that, if I refused him now, I’d had my chance. She never told me who’d told her that when she was “talking it over”, so I assumed it was my assigned staff. I still refused the temp worker and to this day feel horrible about the whole situation. I mean, this whole agreement among the powers-that-be is showing that they believe I refuse staff for their one orientation moment just because I feel like it. Honestly, I still disagree with that whole thing about just one orientation moment and then they’re as regular as the regular staff who’ve worked here for years.

At one point, I went into the communal room and another staff, one of my “favorites”, was there. She asked me what was up and I explained that I had two appts that originally the staff didn’t think I could handle in one day and now they added this orientation thing to it too. The temp worker was present too and I told him it wasn’t that I didn’t like him, but he hadn’t even spoken a word to me during his previous shifts here and now he was creeping up on me. He apparently had been instructed to do so. The other staff understood and I actually talked a little to the temp worker.

Unfortunately, when I read my daily log notes for the past week today, I saw there wasn’t a single word about how I’d talked to him eventually. Neither was there anything about how I’d accepted the other temp worker (who’d had her orientation moment with me last week) for my activity on Tuesday, nor that I showed the new student staff my clay yesterday on his first shift here. This is relevant because it signifies that they’re still only reporting my challenging behavior and not the things I do accomplish in spite of the stress it gives me.

If we were having coffee, I would once again end on a positive note by sharing some small pleasures of the week. First was the BBQ on Thursday. It was good. Next up is a visit to the next town’s market yesterday. My spouse was a little surprised that I didn’t buy olives, as I usually buy those when going to the market. I did buy candy. I also went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients for my smoothies. We also went to that town’s coffee shop run by disabled people and had the most delicious caramel latte.

Speaking of which, I’d tell you that I’ve been having a new interest lately: coffee brewing. I’d really like to be able to create my own coffees. Still need to look into all the necessary supplies, but it should be fun.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (March 29, 2025)

Hi everyone on this last Saturday of March. I’m joining #WeekendCoffeeShare today. It’s nearly 8PM as I write this, so no more coffee for me. However, a fellow client’s parents brought us cheese, sausage and maybe other little snacks to go with our soft drinks this evening. I’ll have apple and peach-flavored Dubbelfrisss as usual. Let’s have a drink and let’s catch up.

If we were having coffee, first as usual I’d talk about the weather. It’s been mild most days with daytime temperatures around 15°C, though night-time temps have been around freezing. We had a little rain on Sunday I believe, but I think that was before I woke up. Honestly, I’m pretty sure nature could use some showers.

If we were having coffee, then I’d talk about my physical fitness routine. I am still going strong with my goal of a perfect month on my Apple Watch and, on Thursday, got in over 20K steps again.

If we were having coffee, then however I’d moan about my tremors. I’ve mentioned a couple of times that my right leg trembles horribly sometimes and, usually when it’s been happening, the rest of my body follows suit and starts twitching. Yesterday, it was really bad. My intellectual disability physician usually says it’s most likely influenced by stress, though both of us know that my medication (particularly my antipsychotic) could be causing it too.

With respect to my meds, I’ve often been reacting out of fear of becoming unmanageable and for this reason asking for a very slow taper. My physician has been constantly asking whether my life will become more difficult soon due to for instance more temp workers, because apparently that’d be a reason not to taper further for a while. Now I’ve decided that being manageable is not a reason to put my body through the effects of strong meds. Besides, yesterday I had an aggressive meltdown precisely because I couldn’t cope with the tremors anymore. Now thankfully on Monday my staff will contact the intellectual disability physician, my GP or both.

If we were having coffee, I’d also moan about my shoes. I’d worn one pair of orthopedic shoes for only a week last Thursday and they were already badly damaged. The physical therapist took a look at them and said she thought the orthopedic shoemaker might not have done the last repair properly. I’m not sure that’s the reason they get damaged so quickly. On Friday though, the physical therapist came by and took a video of my walking, which she is going to compare to a video she took about half a year ago. I’ll see her again next Friday and hope she’ll have some ideas.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that I’ve been having bad memories of my time in the mental hospital. Like I said above, the intellectual disability physician here constantly talks about the possibility of more temp workers as an excuse not to taper my medication. This was precisely why I was prescribed medication in the first place: I’d become severely irritable because of the large number of temp workers at the time and my psychologist was threatening me with seclusion if I continued to have meltdowns. Similarly, when on the locked ward, I was literally told I’d be locked up in the “quiet room” if I needed more care than they could provide. I realize rationally that this is institutional abuse, but I’ve internalized a lot of all the bullcrap institutions feed me.

If we were having coffee, I’d end on a somewhat positive note by sharing that the behavior specialist finally filled out the forms to get the Center for Consultation and Expertise involved on my case.

My Hopes for 2025

Hi everyone. It’s January 1 and I am absolutely not motivated to set resolutions or goals for the new year. In fact, I think calling them “hopes” like I usually do, isn’t doing the trick either. I’m too scared that voicing my hopes is tempting fate. However, I’m going to push through anyway and write them down.

1. Be more aware of my eating habits and eat more healthily. I am still within the agreed-upon weight range for my dietitian (or was when I last weighed myself, which admittedly was before Christmas), but barely so and I’d really like to lose some weight. More importantly though, I need to make sure I’m making healthier food choices.

2. Find a physical activity other than walking that I will be able to do regularly for a longer period of time. I tried swimming, but it’s rare that a staff who can meet my needs is assigned to me during the time the pool is open for me. I’m thinking of going to a gym.

3. Give movement therapy (Sherborne) a fair chance and make some progress on it. I do think I gave play therapy a good enough chance, especially since my first impression of the therapist was already quite bad and I went nine times or so. However, I really do think I need to step out of my comfort zone in movement therapy if I want to make it work.

4. Further taper my medication. This needs a caveat though, since I need to really be aware of whether decreasing my dosage is a wise decision and, if not, what the alternatives are.

5. Remain relatively stable mental health-wise. I have been doing okay over the past month or so and my staff say that certainly after my last med taper, I’ve been relatively stable. Like I said, I’d really like to taper my medication even further, but it’s a priority for me to stay within an acceptable range with respect to mental stability. Although I feel that meds are for me, not anyone else, I don’t want to become an unmanageable monster.

6. Work on self-improvement in the areas of communication, mindfulness and distress tolerance. This is a biggie, but I feel that I really need to work on better interpersonal skills.

7. Broaden and deepen my creativity. I may want to explore hobbies that I have tried before but thought unsuitable, such as jewelry-making. I also hope to develop my skills further in the hobbies I already pursue, such as polymer clay, smoothie making, etc. I hope to do more baking and cooking too.

8. Blog and write more regularly. I wrote 110 posts over 2024, which is a big disappointment for me. I hope I’ll be able to blog more often. I also hope to write more regularly in general.

9. Stay at this care home. I’m really hoping that I won’t make another stupid mistake and end up moving again, either because the powers-that-be think that I want to or because the staff consider me unmanageable.

What do you hope to achieve in 2025?

2024: The Year in Review

Hi everyone. It’s the last day of the year and this means doing a review of the past year. I realize I wrote about my 2024 on Saturday already, but I’d like to do a proper review today.

The year started out pretty tough, because I had some issues with my assigned staff, now this side of the home’s support coordinator. I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say he isn’t the most socially adept and his attempts at gaining my trust went horribly wrong. This is the reason he isn’t the one making decisions for me or having meetings with me about my care.

I have had some issues with getting proper care over the past year in general, like when the behavior specialist decided to do the minute-by-minute compensatory system when I was in distress during my time without one-on-one. The reason was the idea that I would need more and more care if they didn’t do this. That is, that’s what my then support coordinator said, but I figured out that the actual reason was the idea that I’d purposefully work myself up in order to get more care. This is simply not true: I pretty regularly tell my staff that they can leave early if I’m doing well, but I just can’t plan my distress to suit my one-on-one hours.

Over the summer, I had some issues with the fact that there were especially many unfamiliar temp workers assigned to my one-on-one care. I mean, I realize that there are more temp workers over the summer when the regular staff are on vacation, but the fact that most of them were assigned to me, frustrated me.

There have been other frustrating aspects to my care, but I’m so glad my support coordinator and two new assigned staff are trying to build a trust-based relationship with me rather than telling me I’m just a negative nagger.

In other departments, the year was a mixed bag too. I definitely didn’t do as well as I’d hoped with my movement, crafting or blogging. In fact, I honestly did worse than I did last year. I did, however, try cooking and baking more often.

Another positive is the fact that I am fully off my PRN tranquilizer and my topiramate and am now on a significantly lower dosage of aripiprazole (my antipsychotic) than I was last year. I also started therapy. First, I tried play therapy, but that wasn’t a success from the get-go. I now am in the early stages of movement therapy based on the Sherborne method.

In general, when I look back at 2024 and compare it to 2023, I can see how in some ways I did worse this year. This feels a bit disappointing and I’m not sure why it is. It may be because of my having significantly tapered my medication. I hope that whether this is the case or not, it won’t get worse in 2025.

That being said, I do feel that I’m starting to develop a tiny bit of trust in my staff and that wasn’t the case in 2023 at all. Here’s hoping I can continue on this journey next year.

This year was a true year of ups and downs in other areas, such as my marriage, too. Thankfully, I’m feeling optimistic that my spouse and I will make it through stronger. We’re both confident that we’ll always be soulmates!

In the health department, I did okay. I gained a little weight, but not so much that it’s worrisome to my dietitian. I remember telling her recently that I hadn’t gained weight last year over the holiday season, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t correct. As such, I hope that, if I’ve gained weight over this holiday season, I can lose it again.

One last positive: I finally got suitable orthopedic shoes, yay! They still get damage often due to my drop foot, but thankfully not to the point that they can’t be fixed.

My 2024 #SoCS

SoCS Badge 2019-2020

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS) is “my year”. I don’t usually review my year until December 30 or 31 and, since this post is supposed to be stream-of-consciousness, I cannot do it now either. That being said, I can write down what my year reminds me of.

I am first reminded of the fact that I’ve been tapering my medication since the beginning of the year and am now 10mg down with my antipsychotic and completely off my topiramate. The taper could’ve gone faster had I not landed in crisis just before my first antipsychotic taper and had the behavior specialist not subsequently decided to do the “minute-effing”, by which I would have to compensate for every minute I was in distress during my unsupported time by having less support at my next moment.

The year also reminds me of my continual attempts to get actually reasonably good care, after that system of minute-by-minute compensating was abandoned in late March. I sometimes feel like I could’ve come across like a very hungry caterpillar, but so what? I don’t purposefully experience distress, as the powers-that-be used to think.

I’m also reminded that this is the first full year since 2021 that I didn’t move. Back in 2021, I told my care plan review that I was 95% sure that I wanted to stay in Raalte, but hardly a year after that, I was gone. I resolve for 2025 not to repeat the same mistake.

Overall, 2024 started tough but things have improved ever since. I can’t go into every detail of what I was struggling with in early 2024 and let me just hope and pray that 2025 won’t be the same. That is, improvement is always welcome, of course, but let’s hope and pray that early 2025 won’t bring a setback.

Tapering My Meds… in 2034?

Hi all! One of this week’s Writer’s Workshop prompts is to write a post based on the word “medications”. I will probably have another med review with the intellectual disability physician in a few weeks. The aim for me has always been to taper my medications. This will probably take until 2034 and this time my use of the year 2034 is only partially a joke. After all, when I said that “everything will be okay in 2034” and explained to the physician that I always say “2034” when I mean “never” (because of the fact that the book by this title is about World War III), the doctor didn’t understand the joke. She actually seriously said that I’ll be on the right med regimen by 2034.

Like I said, I’ll have another meeting with her to discuss tapering my meds in a few weeks I think. Although I’d really love to decrease my medication dosage sooner rather than later, I do realize that I’ve been struggling more than usual lately. I haven’t shared about this on the blog much, but over the past several weeks, I’ve had emotional outbursts almost every evening. Part of the reason is the fact that there were quite a few temp workers assigned to me. Thankfully, as of yesterday, it was agreed that the staff will no longer send unfamiliar temp workers to me. I am very happy about this.

However, I am also concerned that the temp workers might just be the reason my already irritable brain chose to act out. In other words, it could definitely have been the case that my latest med taper wasn’t all that sensible. For this reason, I have pretty much made up my mind that I will not take another step until January or so. That way, I’ll be able to give the new agreement about no unfamiliar temp workers a fair chance. All I can hope for is that, if I tell the physician I want a break, it won’t end up being an end to it all.

After all, I do still experience significant side effects from my medication, like what I think could be a movement side effect from my antipsychotic (significant tremors and twitches) and I don’t want this to end up being permanent. This is another reason I don’t want to seriously wait for 2034 to be off my antipsychotic. By 2034, I’ll be 48 and that’s too young for crippling movement disorders.

#WeekendCoffeeShare (August 10, 2024)

Hi everyone on this beautiful Saturday in August. I’m joining #WeekendCoffeeShare today. It’s nearly 10PM, so I’ve long had my last cup of coffee and my soft drink for the day. I, however, do have Kinder Country candy bars in my cupboard, as well as lots of other candy. I bet I could persuade the staff to open the cupboard for you, but I can’t persuade them to brew you a coffee. Water will have to do. Anyway, let’s have a drink and let’s catch up.

If we were having coffee, I’d start by sharing about the weather. It’s mostly been quite warm with daytime temps in the mid to high 20s Celsius. We did get rain yesterday, but thankfully no thunderstorms. On Monday, the daytime high is supposed to be 32°C. I’m a warm weather person, but that’s too hot even for my liking.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I did a lot of walking over the past week. On four days out of the past seven, I got in over 100 exercise minutes according to my Apple Watch and I didn’t even go swimming this week, as the institution pool is closed now.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’ve been struggling a lot lately. Part of the reason I’m showing it more might be the fact that I discontinued my morning dose of topiramate a little over a month ago, but it’s not (just) that which explains why I’m feeling like crap. After all, I’ve been feeling like crap for months. Make that years, honestly. I am realizing I never recovered from the blow to my self-esteem that was being more or less kicked out of the care home in Raalte. No, don’t interrupt that I wasn’t kicked out, since I know I literally wasn’t. However, when I realized the intensive support home was the nightmare it was and asked to be put on the waiting list to return (or actually return, since I asked before my room was filled up), I was told that some people had actually been glad that I’d left.

Why is this relevant now? Because, even though my current home is better than the intensive support home, I’m still feeling like I’m massively overloaded and my capabilities are massively overestimated when I’m struggling. This leads to staff not following my current support agreements, which even when followed to a T create just about barely manageable a care situation if even that when I’m feeling low (they’re okay when I’m feeling good). I know I said the same of my day schedule back at the intensive support home, but I only said so because my staff there had already decided I was a spoiled brat and wouldn’t stop complaining until I had full-time one-to-one. Which was almost correct before topiramate, but it wasn’t when I was on this medication. And it isn’t now either. After all, when I wished for near full-time one-on-one back in 2021, I didn’t realize its implications in care. I do now.

I realize I might need to go back on my full dose of topiramate (even though the evening dose is going to be discontinued next week too), but I don’t think it’s an excuse to keep everything else the exact same, since my needs weren’t being met before I discontinued this medication. In short, yes, the med might get me to shut up, or it might not, but either way something else needs to change too.

After many meltdowns, I finally wrote down my care needs in a document and E-mailed this to my assigned staff. I did water them down a little to make them manageable within the way my home operates, but not so much that I’d have every reason to still complain if the team decide to implement this. At the end of the document, I put in a brief summary of my care in Raalte (in early 2022, so when the team had already fallen apart) and asked for recognition of the improvements I’ve made since. I mean, I don’t seriously request to be moved now (I do blurt it out during meltdowns) and I wish I got half as suitable care as I got back then.

The support coordinator mostly making decisions about me, is on vacation now, but she’ll return on Tuesday. I hope I’ll have a meeting with her and the behavior specialist soon to discuss my needs.

If we were having coffee, lastly I’d share some positives of the day today. I realize this post was mostly negative, after all, but today was a pretty good day. Here are some reasons why:

  • My assigned staff was here this morning.

  • She brought me a cup of coffee right when waking me up.

  • Even though we were late finishing my morning routine, the staff coming for my morning activity came right on time.

  • I went for three walks today.

  • I had a waffle with forest fruit jelly, powdered sugar and whipped cream on it with my afternoon coffee. And a macaron in the morning. Sorry not sorry, dietitian.

  • I was able to ask the staff who did my afternoon activity with me, whether she’s leaving (which I thought because I’d seen her with a client from another home) and thankfully she said no. I am proud of myself for up front asking her rather than getting distressed.