As I've stated in other posts, I live with my Mom due to disability. She has depression that she is not seeking help for, nor taking medication for, even though she said she would go to the doctor and ask about getting medication.
She's tense all the time and it's affecting me too. No matter how hard I try to not let it, and having depression myself doesn't help.
We are looking at places where people with disabilities can live where your meals are cooked for you and you're helped with job training, cleaning etc. Some have classes you can take. Great, except they're expensive. Very expensive. One only accepts private pay but says you may qualify for financial aid. But they didn't bother to say what type of financial aid. Sigh.
My parents are divorced. In order to make something like this work both would have to pay for me to stay there. I would contribute some as well, which I wouldn't mind. My Mom said they would try their hardest to get me into one of those places.
I can't live in a group home. I just feel I am too high functioning and feel I wouldn't get along well there at all. I've also had friends who were also high-functioning that lived in group homes that hated them. One didn't like it because she and the other residents didn't get along (I think it was due to differences in level of functioning. I can't remember.)
I've also heard stories from a woman whose daughter is in a group home. The daughter is in an electric wheelchair. Other than that she seemed to do well. The staff put her to bed at 6:00pm; they obviously didn't like their jobs. She's a 40 year old woman. That's just sad.
Others in group homes had carers who wouldn't clean them up if they couldn't do it themselves; they'd go around with dirty faces or with food staines on their shirt. And it was evident that these carers in these homes didn't like what they did (I got that vibe having met some of them.)
Still others in these homes felt they couldn't go to staff when they felt a rule was unfair or other things.
Another hated his group home because he was given no freedom. They had to go everywhere as a group. I can see why he hated it. I couldn't live like that.
When my depression flares up, my thinking gets myopic. I can only see the bad and have trouble seeing that God knows the plans He has for me, and they're good ones. I just want to know that He knows I want to be content and safe when I am out on my own. That that's not asking to much in terms of prayer. I don't want to end up somewhere where I am miserable where I am only seen as a paycheck.
She's tense all the time and it's affecting me too. No matter how hard I try to not let it, and having depression myself doesn't help.
We are looking at places where people with disabilities can live where your meals are cooked for you and you're helped with job training, cleaning etc. Some have classes you can take. Great, except they're expensive. Very expensive. One only accepts private pay but says you may qualify for financial aid. But they didn't bother to say what type of financial aid. Sigh.
My parents are divorced. In order to make something like this work both would have to pay for me to stay there. I would contribute some as well, which I wouldn't mind. My Mom said they would try their hardest to get me into one of those places.
I can't live in a group home. I just feel I am too high functioning and feel I wouldn't get along well there at all. I've also had friends who were also high-functioning that lived in group homes that hated them. One didn't like it because she and the other residents didn't get along (I think it was due to differences in level of functioning. I can't remember.)
I've also heard stories from a woman whose daughter is in a group home. The daughter is in an electric wheelchair. Other than that she seemed to do well. The staff put her to bed at 6:00pm; they obviously didn't like their jobs. She's a 40 year old woman. That's just sad.
Others in group homes had carers who wouldn't clean them up if they couldn't do it themselves; they'd go around with dirty faces or with food staines on their shirt. And it was evident that these carers in these homes didn't like what they did (I got that vibe having met some of them.)
Still others in these homes felt they couldn't go to staff when they felt a rule was unfair or other things.
Another hated his group home because he was given no freedom. They had to go everywhere as a group. I can see why he hated it. I couldn't live like that.
When my depression flares up, my thinking gets myopic. I can only see the bad and have trouble seeing that God knows the plans He has for me, and they're good ones. I just want to know that He knows I want to be content and safe when I am out on my own. That that's not asking to much in terms of prayer. I don't want to end up somewhere where I am miserable where I am only seen as a paycheck.
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