The Meeting: The Last Straw II

The meeting with my supervisor yesterday, went as well as I had expected it to go…Frustrating as HELL!

The gist of our conversation is as follows; she doesn’t understand how having someone I know accompany me to work, or me moving out would help my situation. It wouldn’t make it any safer because I’d spasm no matter who I’m with.

“This isn’t a staffing issue, Andre,” she said, “…We are sending staff with you…”

I acknowledged her points, then I added that I wouldn’t have worry about trying to direct someone, and be understood mid spasm if the attendant already knew me and what to do. My supervisor replied to this by suggesting that I take the bus, (MobilityPlus,) if I’m worried about spasming, so I reminded her that I already do.

I went on to say that what happened on Friday, isn’t the sole incident behind my desire to move out, it was the last straw – my tipping point. However, a lot more was said yesterday, but I’m getting really anxious again writing just this much, so, long story, short, my supervisor is going to put me back on the waitlist for outreach, (in-house care,) as well as the waitlist for Kiwanis, which is in my hometown. This means that I’ll be here for awhile yet, unfortunately, and even though I like living on my own, and having my own place, all this ILC crap is extremely taxing.

God, I hate confrontations, but I am going to fight this, and maybe even get a lawyer.

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