Sunday, 11 March 2012
Normal for us is leaving Chrissy on a locked ward & trusting paid strangers to be kind to her. It's letting go & accepting that a professional team does a better job than we can at home. It's acknowledging that once a week our lives will be both enriched & turned upside down by her visits. It's avoiding her self-inflicted wounds when I towel her dry after a bath. It's shaving her legs & wiping her bottom without a 2nd thought. It's reaping her gentle smiles, basking in her sunshine times & marveling over her different way of viewing the world.
Although Chrissy isn't at home full-time with us anymore, she is still a huge part of our lives. Most days it's normal for me to be writing to or speaking to one of Chrissy's doctors or other professional involved with her care. On my desk now is a letter about our Disability Living Allowance appeal. Behind me, ready for filing are documents relating to my application for Deputyship so I can legally act on Chrissy's behalf, ie sign a tenancy agreement if she moves to a rented supported living home. On the floor is a musical book for toddlers, entitled 'Bedtime Songs.' I guess an outsider looking in would be surprised to learn that it's a gift, waiting to be wrapped in pink Sleeping Beauty paper, for someone's 28th birthday.
All this has been our normal for so long, I've found #definenormal a huge challenge!
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