I can't tell you how mixed I feel about adulting today.
I had to be brave this morning and ready to meet the first carer from the new agency I am using. She was due around 8.30am, usually a time I don't see much of as I have been awake and gone back to sleep by then. This morning, however, I saw every hour from 4am and was wide awake by the time the carer was due.
Following my very panicked, rushing call (my fault- I was so nervous) we went to a new group where I had been told they were doing nails for free today (great bargaining tool for Miss A).
Adulting meant being the brave one, acting like I knew where we were going and what we would be doing. Miss A would pick up on any nerves and struggle to cope.
As it was, it meant that she and I were able to stay for the entire four hour session, where we met lovely people, took part in a wide range of activities and had our nails painted too. It was such a lovely day, in a relaxed environment that Miss A wants to go back- there aren't many places where that happens!
At one point we were part of a discussion about adulting. There were people there, like me, who need support and assistance on a daily basis, then others who provide said assistance and care. The session is open to anyone. One younger man asked what people were doing later on- answers like laundry, cleaning, making beds, tidying came back, compared to his of bowling or playing pool. Adulting was a stark difference there.
I felt relaxed today, I had help from Miss A when needed, easy access to everything, multiple cups of tea and enjoyable activities too. It showed me what is missing at the day centre I go to and pay substantially more for each week. The question there is...dare I bring this up with my useless social worker and ask to use the money they are willing to pay for the day centre for a personal assistant instead?- I may have to use the adulting skill of delegating that one!
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