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More this and more that.

*sigh* This just keeps getting better.

Therapy today. Oi.

So, today I asked my therapist what my so called "other options" were. Turns out, there is nothing else she can offer psychiatry-wise. Meaning that if we decide to stop my therapy sessions, I will only have my meds. Whatever else I can get will be up to the county. She's setting up a meeting with my advisor-person (I don't know the english words for this position), but I'm not all that happy. 2 options she mentioned were some protected "work" for maybe a few hours a week, merely to get me out of the house, or I could apply for a support-person to come to my home for... whatever I need. Someone to talk to, someone to give a hand with the daily stuff or whatever.

I feel kinda screwed. I mean really, royally screwed over. I was told during my intensive treatment, that this would only be the beginning and that there was a lot more to try. That's certainly not my current impression.

So what... this is the end? 15 years in and out of therapy, years of meds, 20 different phych people, 10 different doctors... and this is it?

Depressing. That's what it is. Fucking depressing.

If this is it, then Pea will definitely be an only child, because I dare not try again if I keep feeling like this. If this is it, I'll never be able to support myself. I'll be a burden to society for the rest of my life. I'll never be my own master. My money and by default my life will be in the hands of the county people. Forever.

Fuck.

Anywho, ending this post on a good note. Hubby took pea to visit Auntie today, and it was a roaring success. He ate (or scrunched up) some homebaked buns, had his first taste of cheese, played with Auntie's dogs and had a blast. Auntie was almost crying with bliss when they came home, Pea snoozing in her arms. D'aaaww.

Also, it's raining. Fingers crossed that it keeps up long enough to remove all the fucking filthy snow.

Fanfic quote of the day

"It's okay," Bashir whispers, his breath hot against Garak's neck. "It's okay to be sad."

From Frost by dilly r/ babel