A few years ago now, I was approached by a now ex manager concerning moving to another group home that they claimed up and down was a lot more suited for someone as <i>independent</i> as I am. I only declined initially due to balance issues and negotiating some rough terrain. However, declining in a state-run group home is not a good idea. I was thereafter, followed around by people sent by my ex-manager to <i> "convince*1" </i> A yes vote out of me.
This didn't work. It drove me completely out of my mind. I had nothing to do or say. The meltdowns I had were terrible, with no recourse. Over the course of several months, even though we had gone through 2 managers in less than 6 months, the convincing attempts kept coming, in the middle of work. For those of you who don't know, I work for a janitorial enclave that is a subsidiary of the same company I live under. They have strict rules about things like standing around, "Not working" and other things. I lost hours worth of time. The verbal pelting continued.
4 months ago, I was told, Ironically at work that the spot had opened up again. Having been fed up with having money stolen from me by a housemate and constantly having staff around, I gave in. I don't have buyer's remorse. Unfortunately though, this is still a state-run group home with the same state nonsense all because I have a few labels under my belt that I didn't at all ask for. 3 and a half weeks ago, I was told that final preparations were made. A month prior , I started packing. I did, however, run out of boxes.
Being that the boxes were furnished and things were packed, we packed up the rest of it. HOwever, I was only given a single week! Ontop of that, we happened to have a really bad snow advisory that week! It was harsh. Rides to and from work on the last day of work at the old house were horrendously slow.
Where there's a Rail, there's a Way
I am now there. It hasn't even been a day yet. I am emotionally crippled (Sorry for the use of that word) and compromised. I already hear talks of meetings and such. the only lights I can see are a few friends showing up at some point. Last night, I wound up going grocery shopping with them; it wasn't too different from the way we used to do it years ago. That doens't help things any. When I moved from Duluth to the cities more than 16 years ago, I had family friends, a church, and a mall I was familiar with. Now, I don't have any of that.
The rail, yes, was installed. For some reason, they (as in the office or maintainence) coucln't give me a yay or nay 3 years ago. I dno't know how I am going to fair or deal with this at the moment. I do have paintings, and the arts. I am also working on raising funds to pay for the filing fee of guardianship. Should this be successful, I will up and leave. I have placed my paypal.me link down on the bottom for either donations or art purchases.
"Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are our only hope"