Went to the Deventer treatment/training place on Friday. At first, the treatment coordinator (psychologist) there just told the same story I’ve been hearing countless times about what this place is all about. Turned out to be even worse than I’d expected: there are not two, but three or four different wards, through which you will be moved during the course of your training. And well, it’s just training, you know? Exactly the kind of stuff I got in Apeldoorn, and which I’ve drawn tired of.
I eventually made it clear. I got frustrated and eventually got to explain about the training I’d already had, what it’d been like, what I’d learned and why I’d still gotten stuck while living independently. The woman then seemed to understand why I didn’t want more of it. You see, I practically have many of the skills to live independently, but cannot access them when there’s a lot on my plate. The woman seemed to understand and got to think about supported living places. She came up with a few, but most certainly have long waiting lists and one she wasn’t sure about. The social worker would be looking into that.
I was afraid I’d be kicked out of here today because of the fact that I’m not going to go to Deventer. Of course, this ward is not the nicest place to be, but the last few times I’ve been to my home, didn’t go too well. Then today the recreational therapist came to me and said he’d been convinced that Deventer was a good place, and I was like: Oh my God, they’re going to nag about it some more! A nurse said that this morning the social worker had infomred the team about the fact that Deventer didn’t seem suitable and that we would be looking into other options, and that the team was okay with that, but I didn’t know this when the recreational therapist made this comment, so I assumed it’d been discussed during the morning team discussion. Apparently not, so I’m not sure how the therapist got to his conclusions, but anyway.