Times flies during Covid. I cant believe how long its been since I posted.
My fence still isn’t finished. The company is doing their usual bullshit run around. They are not getting away with destroying my fence.
I found a nice woman who comes to my house once a week who is showing me how to cook.
Everything else is the same.
Still anxious. Still depressed. Still want to move but have no money and no job.
Hopefully things will improve soon.
(c) 2020
Finally had the lawnmowers come out last Tuesday. I was a bit excited and hopeful that I’ll actually have help.
They did a good job. The mowed all the lawn, removed some rubbish and even used a chainsaw to cut a log.
Then on Friday, the cleaners came out and were here for 6 hours. They completely rearranged my kitchen cupboards, which I didn’t want them to do and I didn’t know they would do that. I thought they would just move stuff, dust, then put everything back.
They stunk up the house with chemicals and I had to open windows.
When they left and I started looking at what they had done. They did clean the oven, but sprayed my fence with oven cleaner and corroded the paint, so now we have huge white stains.
I was furious on Saturday morning and wrote many drafts of angry letters telling them off, but I decided not to send them. I don’t like doing stuff in anger and rage, so I’m glad I waited and sent a ‘polite as I can be’ email this morning.
They wrote back quickly and said they would repair the fence. I guess that’s all I can expect. I just hope they repair the fence and don’t do more damage.
(c) ASD and me 2020.
Its been weeks since my review and only this week did my psychologist suggest a company that might be able to help with cleaning and mow the lawns.
It would be good to finally have help after struggling since about April with no help. I sometimes regret it, but I’m also glad that we stopped the cleaner coming to our house. I didn’t want someone traveling between houses possibley spreading covid or other diseases, so we cancelled the service.
I’m trying to keep busy by watching Skill share videos, and yes, you tube and shows. I’m also teaching myself watercolours, which is sometimes difficult and annoying and I remember why I stopped years ago.
I’m still looking for land and hoping to move, get a book published and trying to keep positive, even though covid cases are closing in on my town, . I’ve never wanted to stay home and leave so much in my life.
(c) ASD and me 2020
Its been over 2 weeks since my NDIS review was approved.
I’m still waiting for my support coordinator to find someone to clean my house and take me places. I really need help to get things going. I really want to try swimming to lose some weight and to become fitter. I tried to find help on my own and found it extremely difficult.
I’m really hoping that this year will be different. I dont think the NDIS will give me funding for a third year if I don’t use the finding this year.
I’m really hating being stuck at home all the time becasue of covid. I’m terrified that NSW will be shut down like Melbourne. I couldn’t stand being trapped again for endless days, weeks, months.
I already had a Covid test. It felt like a stick was stabbing my brain. I thought they just touched the inside of my nose, maybe steal some snot, but no, they really shove it up there. Its a bit painful for a few seconds but otherwise it was over quickly.
I’ve had an MRI so this was nothing. If you suspect that you have symptoms, go have the test. I put it off for over a month and my partner said I was a hypochondriac, but I don’t care. I wanted to make sure I didn’t have it, for my own peace of mind.
I felt better when I was home and even better when I received my results 2 days later. It was negative of course. I’m still glad I did it.
(c) ASD and me 2020.
Thursday August 6, I had a phone review of my NDIS plan. Its more funding than before, which I am very grateful for. But, I’m just worried and anxious that things won’t turn out well and that I’ll be stuck like before.
I really need help because I’m no anxious and nervous and I don’t know why. I hate where I live and I’m stuck until I can find somewhere else to live.
I really want to live on flat ground, I hate living on a hill, I want to have land and space and not be cramped up, with even more fancy houses being built in what was a poor town that is now suddenly trendy.
I really hope it works out this time. I want to have a some what “normal life” and have friends, travel, work and sell my paintings. I want to happy like everyone else so hope I can find that soon.
(c) ASD and me 2020.
Sunday 12th July, I saw the garbage first psychologist again. All my stress and anxiety came back from that time. I wish I could reveal her real name, but that would reveal my identity and I do not want that to happen.
I had to run away from her, unfortunately I was in a shop so I had to leave quickly which is sometimes hard. I was at the reject shop and they recently added a metal gate to the entrance, I assume to stop people stealing their $2 crap.
I really hate where I live and want to move away so badly. I’m so anxious all the time now.
I thought I had forgotten all about that and had moved on, but apparently not. I’m stuck remembering what she did to me and what she allowed to happen to me. Its like I’m forced to relive it when I see her. I was extremely fearful every day for years because of shitty circumstances and events she could have prevented and she acts like it was nothing.
I’m going to find a way to make her regret everything, to get her licence cancelled or at least reviewed and to make her embarrassed about what she did. I hate her so much and want her to suffer like she made me.
I will be very funny if she calls the Police on me swearing at her. Then the flood gates will open and everyone will know what a divisive, manipulative, arrogant, selfish liar she really is.
I will tell Sky News straight away and the Department of Health who her gave her a psychologist licence.
I went to tafe a few weeks ago just to print something and saw the man who harassed me. While I was waiting for the incompetent office woman to print my work in the wrong format, I heard men carrying on like idiots in the library, then walk near me to the exit. A man from the group said good morning in a shitty, sarcastic way. I think it was the man who harassed me about 2 years ago. I think his name is Adam, but I wasn’t allowed to know who made the complaint about me because that is tafe policy apparently.
I wasted a year of my mental health plan on her shit! She needs to admit what she did.
(c) ASD and me 2020.
I recently had my NDIS yearly review. Getting the appoint was a hassle, it was forced onto me 2 months early. But now its done, hopefully I can get continued funding.
I still really need help and am very stressed and anxious everyday now.
(C) ASD and me 2020.
I can’t believe its been over a month since I posted. A lot has happened, but yet, nothing happened.
I’ve had a lot of trouble with the LAC company. They kept calling me trying to force me into a review I’m not ready for, 2 months earlier than scheduled. After 4 phone calls, they succeeded. I have a phone appointment with some nobody from the company I despise now and my good support coordinator who I demanded has to be included.
I even called the NDIA and told them I want his name added to my file so he can speak on my behalf.
Also, the unprofessional company who “has a contract with the government” keeps telling me I’m stuck with them and can not change. Bullshit! I called the NDIA and they said I can go to a different company. The one I chose is about an hours drive away, but I don’t care. I can drive there and go shopping as well or they can drive to my house.
I’m tired of being bullied by nobodies who think they know better and who are afraid of losing money. I know they think they can bully disabled people, but they’re not doing it to me.
I’m so afraid of losing my funding. I haven’t done anything yet and it might be cancelled next week. The SC said not to worry you won’t lose your funding, but I’m not sure.
Also, WTF do people keep just walking around like nothing has changed? Like China didn’t release all hell on the world. And acting like social distancing isn’t a thing. I wish social distancing was a law all the time.
And I can’t even start on what’s happening in America. People looting, destroying lives and terrorising innocent people. If I was really religious, I would say it’s the end of days. I think this year alone, bushfires, Covid 19, riots, stupids jerks running loose, covid has brought out the worse in people.
Good news: I finally bought a bed. Yeah! I’m like a real person now. Sleeping up in the air, 50cms off the cold floor. Not having to lie on rags like a dog. Good times.
(c) ASD and me 2020.
Seems that as soon as covid 19 closed everything, people became dumber and dogs discovered new skills of barking loudly.
I can imagine how tedious and claustrophobic prison would be.
I’m so stressed and can’t relax. I’m trying to do the right thing and stay in my house, but neighbours keep having visitors and parties. I want to report them but can’t find anything online.
I don’t feel like eating anything and find it hard to sleep. I really hate isolation. I didn’t go out much before, but at least it was an option. This really sucks. I keep thinking about bad things, and want this to be over.
I’m so stressed and depressed.
(c)ASD and me 2020.
Friday 17th April 4.30pm: neighbours 5 houses up and across the road started blasting music again. Its the son who was friends with the drug dealers next door. It was very loud inside my house. This really infuriates me and I started stressing and feel pain in right side of chest.
6.30pm I’m panicking. I think I’m having a heart attack but I don’t know. Maybe over reacting. I don’t want to have heart problem but don’t want to catch Covid 19 either. So conflicted.
I know the heart muscles can be damaged, but I’m not sure and I’m scared to go the hospital.
6.35 pm: We left after that, bf drove me. We didn’t get home till about 9pm. It had a few people, but wasn’t overly crowded. All the nurses wore masks. Even a security guard wore a mask.
At first I was stressed because of the noise, baby screaming and woman complaining very loudly that she hadn’t had more than 20 minutes sleep in the last month and just wanted some relief. Maybe she could have some relief is she stopped talking.
And as usual, the paper curtains didn’t close properly and I was forced to change in to a gown that showed my bum crack.
The nurse who served me was a bit rough. I know that she may have been stressed, but she put the ECG stickers over my breasts and on my nipples. While I waited for the machine to read my heart beats, hoping it wasn’t damaged, my top half was on show. After she ripped the stickers off my nipples and nearly ripped them off. Then she pulled up my gown for me.
Then she preceded to stab me with a Cannula needle and sticky tape it in my elbow. I have always had a fear of needles and pain, so I try to avoid them as much as possible.
I hate just sitting in the bed looking at a desk and hearing random noises. I was so glad when the nurse removed the Cannula needle and I was able to leave. She ripped of the sticky tape and gave me a free arm waxing which was very painful. I considered walking home, but it was late and really cold and I didn’t feel like getting mugged or frost bite so I called bf to pick me up.
Its Sunday now and I feel better. Even though I was afraid of catching Covid 19 and hospitals in general, I’m glad I was brave and went to the emergency room. I’m also glad I didn’t have a heart attack, just heartburn and stress like usual.
(c) ASD and me 2020.
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