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Verrrrrrrrry Elllllllegantttttttttt cost me the tri!Join da club. Had two bets and a trifecta Elegance won out over Artistry. Cursing Spanish Mission, cost me the tri, lol.
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Verrrrrrrrry Elllllllegantttttttttt cost me the tri!Join da club. Had two bets and a trifecta Elegance won out over Artistry. Cursing Spanish Mission, cost me the tri, lol.
I hope you are getting the support you need Dramoth. Sounds like most important right now for you is respite relief help. I think we spoke about this before. Also consider putting mum into full time care. Only you can come to these decisions.Just in case anyone is wondering, I am still plodding along. I don't know if I'm progressing or if I'm just stagnating. My pshrink and I have been working on behaviour based therapy because CBT doesn't seem to work with me. We've been identifying a hell of a lot of ways that my mum mentally and emotionally abused me and is still abusing me through.
Sometimes she does something that really does my head in and sends me into a spiral. Like today... mum has a pressure sore on her arse. She sits in her chair all day, only getting out of it to go to the toilet or go to bed. Occasionally, she wanders up the street with a friend for a coffee or she goes out with a driver from our local aged care services provider. I've told her constantly she needs to get up and walk around. But she doesn't listen to me. Today at the doctors for her palliative care doctor appointment, we were talking about it. Every time she head something she didn't like, she tried to change the subject. Thankfully, the doctor wasn't taking any of that sh*t and laid down the law. Mum tried to put the blame on the chair she sits in... said that she relives the pressure by lifting up the foot rest of the recliner. I explained to her that 1/3 of her weight is in her legs and that 2/3 is in her body and that's what is applying all the pressure to her arse. She tried to poo poo it, and the doctor supported me... called her out about it and said I was right. And then she got a bit of a grump on.
This is the sh*t I have to deal with. And it keeps breaking me.
I believe that is a green frog Wick.
Cute, whatever type of frog this is, but no good for sleeping. Chirpy little f***er.
QLD... it's probably a dunny frogI believe that is a green frog Wick.
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I'm usually pretty bad at giving all sorts of advice, but Wick I really wish you all the best. We're all here for you and really appreciate you too, despite it all being on an online forum.Sorry for the third person but much of this is my self-talk right now.
You put in your best efforts to get on with your life. You smash the goals set at rehabilitation. You make it very clear from day dot that your primary motivator is your family who you love more than anything else in this world.
You have the most successful year you probably can be expected to have. Everyone speaks glowingly of you, of the way you've tackled every challenge head on, of your dedication and love to your family. Everything is clear to the outside world.
You take your stepson out for his birthday (last Thursday) as your partner had to attend a work meeting and couldn't skip out on it.
You provide care for him again the following day for similar reasons.
The kid loves you. Calls you his father. Believes it in his heart too despite knowing that he has a biological father.
You join the kid's school's parents and citizens group as the communication officer and keep up on your commitments even throughout your hospitalization. You contribute to his sports and recreation. You're there for the occupational therapist, speech pathologist, and other medical professionals that the kid is working with to help him.
Every cent you've had to your name has been used to provide and care for your family even above your own needs. Legal and medical bills. Tools and equipment to enable your stepson to grow and develop as normally as possible. You don't even think twice about any of this and would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Because of your partnered status and the fact that your partner has an income you get just $250 per fortnight for your disability. You are told Services Australia that they will not allow you to work so you have no DES support.
You finally get NDIS approved. Instead of using your supports to bolster your own requirements first, you align them with that of your family. Cleaner. Lawn mowing. Food preparation. Household tasks that were never your job but will ease the burden on your partner.
All for it to unravel on Saturday. Your partner tells you it's over and she wants you gone as soon as possible. A week before Christmas.
All because for some vague reason "we've drifted apart." "You're not the person you were for the two and a half years before your rehabilitation." "You don't support me in any way, shape or form." Mind you she was telling you that you were her rock not 24 hours before this sudden and abrupt change in her attitude.
And then the accusations start flowing which she doesn't even begin to believe.
What in the actual fu** am I supposed to do?
I do not understand and have no idea where or how to begin.
Sorry to hear this. Hang in there xxSorry for the third person but much of this is my self-talk right now.
You put in your best efforts to get on with your life. You smash the goals set at rehabilitation. You make it very clear from day dot that your primary motivator is your family who you love more than anything else in this world.
You have the most successful year you probably can be expected to have. Everyone speaks glowingly of you, of the way you've tackled every challenge head on, of your dedication and love to your family. Everything is clear to the outside world.
You take your stepson out for his birthday (last Thursday) as your partner had to attend a work meeting and couldn't skip out on it.
You provide care for him again the following day for similar reasons.
The kid loves you. Calls you his father. Believes it in his heart too despite knowing that he has a biological father.
You join the kid's school's parents and citizens group as the communication officer and keep up on your commitments even throughout your hospitalization. You contribute to his sports and recreation. You're there for the occupational therapist, speech pathologist, and other medical professionals that the kid is working with to help him.
Every cent you've had to your name has been used to provide and care for your family even above your own needs. Legal and medical bills. Tools and equipment to enable your stepson to grow and develop as normally as possible. You don't even think twice about any of this and would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Because of your partnered status and the fact that your partner has an income you get just $250 per fortnight for your disability. You are told Services Australia that they will not allow you to work so you have no DES support.
You finally get NDIS approved. Instead of using your supports to bolster your own requirements first, you align them with that of your family. Cleaner. Lawn mowing. Food preparation. Household tasks that were never your job but will ease the burden on your partner.
All for it to unravel on Saturday. Your partner tells you it's over and she wants you gone as soon as possible. A week before Christmas.
All because for some vague reason "we've drifted apart." "You're not the person you were for the two and a half years before your rehabilitation." "You don't support me in any way, shape or form." Mind you she was telling you that you were her rock not 24 hours before this sudden and abrupt change in her attitude.
And then the accusations start flowing which she doesn't even begin to believe.
What in the actual fu** am I supposed to do?
I do not understand and have no idea where or how to begin.
Hope you’re ok Dram…Yesterday, I had my psychiatrist assessment for CPTSD. Apparently being left on the side of the road and watching your mum drive off when you're three years old isn't really that traumatic. But, it seems that having you're mum threaten to cut off your hand and thump the axe into the chopping block next to your hand is more than enough. So... now that I'm officially somewhat batshit crazy, it's all good
The pshrink and I are identifying a lot of issues that have happened over my life. It's going to take a while to sort them out I think.Hope you’re ok Dram…
Also hope you’re making some inroads with the psychiatrist mate…
The pshrink and I are identifying a lot of issues that have happened over my life. It's going to take a while to sort them out I think.
The pshrink and I are identifying a lot of issues that have happened over my life. It's going to take a while to sort them out I think.
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Really, hope you're ok mate...I ******* hate my mother! I ******* hate what she’s done to me with over 5 decades of abuse. I hate that she can wreck the good mood I had with a ******* sentence.
Emblem on my lawn bowlsGreen Tree Frog.