Finally, I have been at the resocialization ward for a little over three weeks. When I still resided at the locked ward, I couldn’t believe that I’d really at one point get here, because the transition was torpedoed by one thing or another so many times. First, it was the locked ward’s social worker, who didn’t want me to go here, because she doesn’t work here. Then, it took reso’s psychologists three months to decide to turn me down, based on things they could’ve known at or even before my first interview with them – the fact that I had a time-out threat policy again, for example. Then, I fought for six weeks to first get rid of the time-out system and then get reso to accept me after all. They did, but had a long waiting list. I am not sure whether my transition suffered more delays, but I think so, since a man who had a major, getting-him-to-the-most-intensive-care-ward breakdown the day I was initially turned down by reso, got here sooner than I did. However, at last, I finally got here March 2, but am still afraid to be kicked out after all. My “care coordinator” (primary care nurse) says I won’t, and when I spoke with one of the psychologists last week, she said I at least wouldn’t be kicked off for not being able to make enough progress – people do get kicked off for not *wanting* to get any more treatment, since, oh well, you are not on a resocialization ward to have a government-funded vacation, right? Now I do want to make progress, but I’ve had enough experience with training places to know that not being able to do something is easily mistaken for not wanting to, so I’m still kind of scared.
The blindness agency’s occupational therapist was finally able to come over last Tuesday, and will be able to come over weekly starting April 8. My parents are frustrated, and rightfully so, but unfortunately this is how it works: on all other moves, I had to wait for some time before I could start with mobility training. Of course, it is ridiculous.