I get to see my psychologist again next Monday, and it’ll be the appointment I have with the clinical psychiatrist too.
I’ve been writing things down. Yesterday I spent an hour writing about my weekly routine and my work history.
My weekly routine is fairly settled and change isn’t comfortable for me. I spend a lot of time alone with my dogs, reading or writing. I go out a couple of times a week, and that’s enough for me.
I found, when I worked full-time, that I burnt out really quickly. Working part-time isn’t too bad, but trying to get work that suits me is difficult, and employers don’t want to accommodate my weirdness. You have to lie when they ask you how your weekend was, and smile all the time, for a start. That’s hard.
I’m clumsy as hell, I can’t necessarily hear what people say to me, and don’t do well in loud places. Everywhere is loud.
Monday afternoon should be interesting. I won’t be taking my crochet with me this time because the project is getting too big, so I’m expecting foot and finger tapping. There may even be pacing.
I’ll try to remember to take my earplugs this time, because the reception area at Open Doors is loud, and open plan. It was painful when I went the first time. This time round, I’m going to be nice and not edit the letter they sent me.
Time to go, I have to leave the house today. It’s craft club this afternoon and I’m going to visit Mum and Albert afterwards.