June 2026 In Review

Hi everyone. It’s the last day of the month and this means it’s time for my monthly review. June, overall, was quite an eventful month. It had its low lows, but thankfully it also had its ups.

I started the month with a few meetings with the substitute behavior specialist. She had opened quite the can of worms by asking me whether I’m at the right place here. Initially, I didn’t see it as a negative that she was questioning this, as she at the time worded it in such a way as to indicate there might be a better, more suitable place for me. Now, nearly a month on, I’m trying to hold on to this belief but the thought is creeping up onto me that the powers-that-be want me gone as soon as possible.

The reason I believe this, in part, is the fact that, to the staff, it appears the fact that I’m moving is a given. I hadn’t interpreted the substitute behavior specialist’s comments like this, but now that they’re all talking in terms of my “having to” move, the whole thing scares me. I’ve made it clear that I don’t want to be shoved around like a parcel, but some staff are already asking me whether I’d be okay with being transferred to a place that would be temporary again. Well, no. If (and I deliberately say “if”) I move again, it’ll be to a place in which I can stay and grow old.

Other happenings this month included the meeting with the client confidante on involuntary care. This meeting was attended by my assigned staff and the regular behavior specialist. I’m rather skeptical about the whole thing, among other things because the behavior specialist is adamant that the door between the two sides of the home needs to be locked “for peace and quiet”. Unfortunately, the staff aren’t able to accept the reality that, if the door is locked for us, it means there’s no way staff can be having their breaks on the other side of the home without the continuity of care being disrupted. It looks like the staff are far from realizing that this is our home first and only their workplace after that. I doubt with my being at least coerced into moving, I’ll have the time to cause an attitude shift here.

I also had my birthday this month, of course. I turned 40. Since I’d cut off contact with my parents earlier in the week, they didn’t visit. My sister and her family did. I got a gift card for one of my favorite online polymer clay supplies shops. Yesterday, I spent it on molds, cutters and paint. I can’t wait for the package to arrive.

I also celebrated my birthday with my best friend. Haven’t opened the package of polymer clay I got from her yet, but probably will soon. Tomorrow, I’ll be celebrating my birthday at the home. It was quite stressful to get all the ingredients for the caramel cheesecake delivered. I also couldn’t fully follow the recipe, as I’d initially wanted to make three cakes, then did two and well let’s just hope it isn’t one major fail. The cakes are now setting in the fridge.

My wife/best friend and I, like I said in my coffee share posts, are almost done with the divorce too. The signing session with the mediator did bring up some emotions for me, as did the video call with the lawyer, even though it in itself was a breeze. I’m still struggling with all the big issues that came up when I decided I certainly don’t want my parents or sister to make medical decisions for me should I become incapacitated, as they’ll automatically be asked to after the divorce if I don’t appoint someone else (like my best friend) myself.

I still haven’t been as involved with meaningful activities as I’d have liked, but I did cook several times and crafted a few things out of polymer clay. I also created bracelets for my nieces, but they were too small. The younger niece got the bracelet originally meant for her sister and I created a new one for the older one. She’ll have to wait until my sister visits again though. So will my sister, as I had bought a book for her but forgot to give it to her when she visited.

Speaking of books, I haven’t been reading much because my Braille display is acting up and I don’t want to damage it further in this heat. However, my best friend suggested I give audiobooks a try and so I did. I just finished a Dutch collection of stories from a medical examiner. This was a challenge I took up that ended up proving to be positive.

I also gave starting an Open University course some more thought. I know I said last year that I wanted to start and never did, but honestly what’s the worst that could happen if I do sign up? I could fail and that’d mean my money would be wasted. Not even entirely, as the difference between a failing grade and a passing grade is a certificate I won’t ever be using anyway. I mean, it’s not like I’ll need to complete a course for a job or anything. It’s currently the end of the academic year, so I’m considering starting in September.

Lastly, I actually wrote this post in the block editor again. Not that I can find any information on the discontinuation of the classic editor, but I’m just challenging myself. I know this post doesn’t contain any images, but I figured out that the images in my last post were indeed fine and I was once again worrying for nothing. I just saw that the error I got when running my images through my screen reader’s image description tool, occurs on many other blogs, even photography blogs. Now I’m relieved!

Regrets

Hi everyone. Yesterday, Sadje asked in her Sunday Poser what regrets we have about not doing, being or having something in our life.

I could share that I regret not having finished college or not having lived independently longer, but I don’t. I mean, I know my “choice” to land in the psych ward caused me to be practically abandoned by my family of origin, but I wouldn’t have my spouse now if I hadn’t gotten myself admitted. In fact, I might not have been here to write about regrets, as I was actively suicidal at the time. You could argue that I wouldn’t have died anyway. Even if death weren’t the result of my continuing to muddle through, I would have more than likely caused irreversible damage to the relationships that matter. I honestly, after all, can’t believe my parents wouldn’t have abandoned me if I’d spiraled more seriously out of control. And I’m pretty sure, like I said, that my now spouse, whom I’d just met, wouldn’t have stuck by me then either.

This doesn’t mean there isn’t a voice in me that wishes I’d done some things differently. However, as long as I live, there’s always a moment to do things differently now. For instance, if I really wish I’d finished college, I could always enroll into an Open University program.

Likewise, I do sometimes wonder whether I could’ve been more independent if this or that about my life had been different. Then again, if I really want to be more independent, I can take steps, no matter how small, to achieve it. The proverbial deep end doesn’t work for me, since that was what I got when living independently and going to university. However, I can always take steps towards improving my life.

I, as many of you know, do regret having moved out of Raalte and into the intensive support home. That, now, I see as a lesson: I want to stay here at my current home, because even if it isn’t perfect, the grass isn’t greener anywhere else. Like one of my staff sometimes says, some places don’t even have grass.


I’m linking up with Senior Salon Pit Stop #338.

Lifelong Learning

I discovered 10 on the 10th last month, but didn’t feel like joining in at the time. Yesterday, a new edition went live and the topic is lifelong learning in honor of back-to-school season. I’m joining in today, as I loved the questions. Here goes.

1. How old were you when you started school? Did you attend pre-kinder and/or kinder or go straight into first grade?
I started in preschool at age three and in Kindergarten at age four. Here in the Netherlands, Kindergarten takes two years, although the first year (when children are four) wasn’t mandatory back in my day. It is now.

2. Were you a good student? What was your favorite subject?
In terms of academic performance, I was above-average in most subjects once I was properly educated. I added that last bit because, at my first special education school for the visually impaired, where I attended first till third grade, I was a little behind in reading and writing due to several factors. These included poor teaching and the fact that I didn’t start learning Braille till second grade, so had to pretty much start over learning to read and write then.

In terms of behavior, I did okay. I am autistic (undiagnosed at the time), so I did have my challenges, but I wasn’t the type to stir up trouble in school on purpose.

My favorite subject was math for most of elementary school and my first year in secondary school. Then, once I was mainstreamed at a high level high school and math became one of my hardest subjects, I started to like languages more. At the end of secondary school, my favorite subject was English.

3. As a child, did you take music lessons? Or play a sport? Do you still play an instrument now?
No, not at all! Contrary to the stereotype of blind people, I’m not musically-talented at all. Neither am I good at sports. I did attend a children’s choir for some years though, but mostly just hummed along.

4. Did you attend any kind of training or classes beyond high school? If so, what did you study? Did you wind up working in a profession or job for which those classes or training prepared you?
I went to college for one year to study applied psychology and to university for two months to study linguistics. I did get my foundation (first year certificate) in applied psychology, but didn’t get any credits in the linguistics program. Oh, I did take some classes at Open University (psychology once again) in 2009. I don’t need any education for what I do now (day activities for the disabled).

5. Have you taken any personal growth or adult education classes for fun? During the year that was Covid, did you home school, learn a new app to work from home, teach yourself to do something you might have paid someone else to do for you?
Uhm, not really. I am mostly self-taught where it comes to crafts and stuff. I would really like to take some classes in maybe crafting or writing someday, but not sure.

6. What would you like to learn how to do that you don’t know how to do already?
Right now, obviously I’d like to learn more crafting techniques, particularly polymer clay.

7. Name something that you learned easily. Then name something that was a struggle for you to learn to do.
As a child, reading print came easily to me. I taught myself to read at about age five. Reading Braille, on the other hand, was a struggle, mostly because I didn’t accept the fact that I was going blind.

8. What’s the last thing you remember learning? What kind of learner are you: visual, auditory, hands-on/kinesthetic, verbal, logical/mathematical?
The last thing I learned was moving a polymer clay slab from the work surface without distorting its shape (too much). I am probably a mix of a kinetic/hands-on and a verbal learner. I don’t do well with spoken instructions though. Rather, I need to read them.

9. Hard to teach an old dog new tricks, school of hard knocks, pass with flying colors, learn by heart, burn the midnight oil, pull an all-nighter, play hooky – which of these expression best fits your life lately? Why?
Pull an all-nighter, I guess. I’m often up late hyperfocusing on my latest obsession (currently polymer clay) and learning new things about it.

10. What is something you’ve learned from past mistakes?
To follow my own plan rather than relying on what others want me to do. As regular readers may know, I suffered autistic burnout in 2007 when at university trying to live on my own. This was what my parents wanted me to do. I ended up in the psych hospital only to be kicked out 9 1/2 years later almost with no after care even though I had hardly improved, only because I’d met my husband and my psychologist figured that if I was married I should be able to live with him. I didn’t cope and thankfully successfully fought for long-term care. This has been the best decision of my life.

What have you been learning recently?

Learning Never Stops #Write28Days

Okay, here’s my post for #Write28Days for today. I know I already wrote a post today and at first I wasn’t inspired to write another. The prompt word for today is “Learn”. This at first didn’t inspire me, until I read Carrie Ann’s response. It completely resonates with me!

As regular readers of my blog will know, I did college for one year in 2006-2007, doing an orientation in psychological and social studies. I only passed the year because the communication skills instructor had given me a passing grade on the condition that I never continue into this field. I was diagnosed with autism a few weeks before the dreaded communication skills exam. Now I did poorly on the exam and don’t really want to use autism as an excuse. Other autistics, in fact, can become social workers or psychologists or work in other such fields the program would be training me for. But I cannot.

Then I transferred to university to become a linguistics major, only to drop out two months in. I took a few psychology classes at Open University in 2009, of course skipping the practice ones and doing only theoretical ones. I think that instructor back in 2007 was right, after all.

Despite the fact that I haven’t been in formal education in over eleven years, I however still learn. At times, it feels like I don’t. I mean, I am not in any type of training or education.

The last time I was in formal training, was to learn to use the iPhone in 2017. I fully expected I would no longer be capable, but thankfully I was.

And now, having become a Christian within the last two months, I am trying to learn all about the faith and memorize scripture. It’s hard, but I trust that with God’s help, it is possible.

Carrie Ann truly motivates me to keep trying to learn. I really want to learn to write better. I also still want to take some free classes. I mean, ideally I’d sign up for some university courses in education or psychology, but these usually require a prior college degree. Maybe I can use FutureLearn or the like. In any case, I really hope that, like Carrie Ann says, learning never grows old even when I do.

Roles I Want to Play in the Future

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about the roles I play. This post was inspired by the first prompt in the journaling workbook The Year of You. The second prompt is to write about the roles you would like to play in the future. Here goes.

1. I want to be a student. I don’t mean that I want to go back to college full-time. That place has been passed and I’ll never revisit it. However, I would definitely like to study at the Open University or some other distance-learning college again. I considered signing up for the developmental psychology course at the OU for this fall. I’m not sure I’m ready though.

2. I want to be a writer. Of course, I am a blogger already and I have one piece of mine published in an anthology. However, I really want to publish more. I’m not so sure I’ll ever write my memoir as I was some years ago, but some short pieces should be doable.

3. I want to be a volunteer. I really hope to do some type of community service, ideally putting my knowledge of disability and mental health to use. For example, maybe I’ll do a recovery course again and maybe in the future even lead one.

4. I want to be an advocate. I am already with this blog, but I really want to be more of a voice for the disability community in the Netherlands.

5. I want to be a crafter. That is, I want to be able to find a hobby that I enjoy. I no longer have it as a goal that I’ll be able to do it independently.

6. I want to be a guide dog owner. I really hope to be able to get a guide dog sometime in the future. I’m not sure that is a realistic goal, but I can dream, right? I mean, ideally, I’d have a psychiatric service dog/guide dog combo. That would be awesome!

That’s it so far. Last year, I might’ve added wanting to be a homeowner, but that goal can be crossed off.

What roles would you like to play in the future?