Good Mental Health Day
The wisest words I can share from my shrink! (Cough, just sounds cooler than psychologist) that I can share with you are these. “I don’t have to tell you how to suck eggs!” This is the advice she gives me when I debrief her on how shitty the world I survive in with a disability. I can already hear her saying this to me when I next see her.
But why? I hear you ask, you should recently have read about the world of funding in which I must navigate and survive? This year I’ve been trying to decide when to go with a new case management organisation.
My bad, that’s a dated term. They are now called a Service Coordinator! I had just been handed over to a new one mid-year. I met with her a few times and decided it was time to move. I am funded 2 hours a week to help coordinate my services. You get that I do that right? (It’s a NDIA term, just go with it) according to my new C.M. (shuddup! And go with it, it’s shorter!) told me it was the equivalent of an 8-week review.
I’m overdue my review for my next NDIA funding plan, when I get to November 6th the current one ends and so do my carers and anything else I need.
I met my new CM, and she was really awesome. She told me she was going to get me out of this habit of calling her a C.M. I told her that was fine because I would eventually stab her to death with a fork! Yes, she laughed. so, I’ll now refer to a case manager as a Service Coordinator or a S.C. Try to keep up.
This cool S.C had seven funded hours to get up to speed, book me an appointment for my review and meet with me a few times and be there to advocate for my next plan. In layman’s terms it’s a lot to do in only seven hours.
Have I mention my theory that government agencies and welfare services are not actually about providing service? It’s about making you run around a wheel until you give up and get a job. If you can, or you get screwed. Um, have you met me? My names Helen! I’m thinking about changing my middle name, to screwed!
And I say this because I got a call from my (cough) S.C yesterday telling me she was handing me over to another S.C. We meet Monday! FFFFAAAARRRRKKKK! Not happy Jan!
Again, had no water this morning, by the time I finished with my carer I cancelled my stabby appointment as I would have been late. Definitely have to go out to get some food for my lovely Caroline as she’s driving me across town tomorrow for my Neuropsych appointment. Did I mention neuropsych appointments, not just for crazy people anymore. In short, the neuropsych test is about working out what parts of your brain have deficiencies or problems doing what they are meant to do. Can’t test too smart as I’ll lose funding, can’t test too slow or I’ll get heavily medicated so I’m bombed out and don’t get to make my own decisions anymore. Oh, oops. Did I say that out loud?
Looking forward for a quiet week, when does that happen?
Running out of things to make with lemons.