Well, now I’m in this thing called PSR. Psycho Social Rehab. It’s just like your basic rehab. I’ve never been, but…
My therapist put me in it. That’s fine. I don’t mind at all. I need something to fill my time.
The thing is last Monday there were people below my level. And I can’t deal with that. So I dunno, man. I may have to ask when people on my level come. I did, but forgot the day.
My therapist has only seen me once, so…I mean. I really don’t care. but…I just feel like ….she’s throwing me in the water cuz she doesn’t know what to do with me. And that could be the reason. I guess I’m fine. It doesn’t bother me.
It works on your social skills and psychological skills. and just how to go out and adult if you are a brain damaged person.
Well, I’m going to see my little nieces this weekend. Their middle names are both birds, so I call them my little birdies. Gail(mom) says to get headbands and coloring book and crayons. so that’s what I’ll bring them.
I’m gonna have a schedule. My new rule is bed at 10:20-ish, up at 7. Early because I need to feed the dog and cat and let them pee.
Mom’s started this allowance thing. She gives $35/week. Sam says it’s the same as a part-time job. So yeay allowance! boo for treating me as a child. but I do understand. I just don’t like it.
About my bedtime: My thing is that I usually stick to a plan for like 3 days, and then it’s just….out the window. so I’m gonna try to stick to this. and it’s 9. I’m ok right now.
My sisters and I will hang out, but all three have reasons to go to bed. One has an infant and toddler, one has school–er almost school. and the other has a job. I really don’t know what their lives are like but they have bedtimes too. I’ll have to tell them I need to get this schedule down, and they’ll understand. They have obligations. And we’re all too old for all-nighers now. I can do 2am, but after 2, it’s just….ppsshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. so. no more of those. I hope.
Uh….Oh yea. Danielle freaked me out today. She was complaining about her caregiver dying. who is her dad. Everyone who has a caregiver worries about this. But…it just got me thinking. When mom dies, I’ll go to my sisters. Which is not what I want. So I’ll have to work on making a friend good enough to care for me in about 30 years or whenever she dies.
Becky’s the only one I can think of right now. It’s been brought up before, but never really with any kind of seriousness to it. And now…I’m just…thinkin..
Ok. In 30-40 years, mom’s going to die. That’s plenty of time to make a good friend or two to live with.
the ABSOLUTE WORST scenario, realistically, would be like a live-in nanny. And even if I do live alone, I would need protection from some kind of guardian, be it a person or a dog. I’d need a guardian and reminders. That’s really the only reasons I can’t be alone. I am unable to protect myself and unable to think before speaking or actioning, and I forget the daily chores of being an adult human-brush teeth, shower, take pills, eat, eat again, eat again, quit eating because you’ll get fat, work out so you don’t get fat, get dressed- the really mundane boring stuff are the things I forget and need reminders for. The best situation, would be a friend or my sisters checking in on me every few days or weeks possibly. The worst scenario would be a nanny or home. I’d take my sisters over a home. But…I can’t live with my sisters. Because of the same reason most 28 year olds don’t want to live with parents.
I will not go to a home because….(phone’s buzzing. it’s 10:13, time to get up to bed. I’ll continue tomorrow.)