It's been a literal madhouse on the ward for a few weeks, and most likely, due to the screwed up way the government is cutting long-term care costs, it's only going to get worse. By 2015, only people with my care package (the way institution care is funded here) or higher will be allowed into institutions, and we're getting prepared for this, since ( Read more... )

I've been wanting to write a lot lately, but couldn't find the motivation to do so. Besides, I actually hoped my journal would have any sort of quality beyond it being the chronicling or my not-quite-daily life events. This does not seem to happen, so I'm just continuing to write what happened lately ( Read more... )

Hi, I'm Myrthe. I really have no clue what to write here, but I guess I'll try and see if it helps me feel less out of it. I mean, I feel kni of unreal, and I don't have a clue why I feel this way ( Read more... )

Last week, Clarissa was discussing our diagnosis with our therapist. It came down to our therapist questioning our autism diagnosis, which has been made on three diffrent occasions. Her reasoning was that we're a preemie and had a brain bleed, and therefore a more accurate diagnosis may be be brain injury. Besides, according ot her, we don't have ( Read more... )

A lot has happened over the past several weeks, both good and bad. The good news is my husband and I got offered housing. It's a nice, three-bedroom apartment on the second floor of a block of flats. We got the keys December 4 and my husband is moving in one of these days. He asked me to sleep over there on Saturday. I'm not moving until supports ( Read more... )

Had a rough therapy session today, and also a rather difficult talk to the institution pastor this morning. Both my therapist and the pastor exphasized acceptance. In therapy, I went into another debate about whether the dissociaiton is real or I'm fake, triggered by this newly-emergent alter. My therapist said the same things about I somehow ( Read more... )

( Trigger for eating disorders. )

I feel weird. I don't know for sure who I am, or whether I'm real. I feel like the energy is leaving me. I am weak. I just E-mailed some random people that I somehow knew to E-mail. Then my hands typed something like "Never mind, I don't want it to be real" and sent it to the same random people signed by Jane. I am not Jane. I am Myrthe, but I don' ( Read more... )

This afternoon is freaking crazy! It started out with me getting an E1700+ bill from the CAK, the office that administrates long-term care costs, copay, disabled people's compensation, etc. While I could technically pay, I don't see why I have to. The institution made a mistake, getting me issued a lower copay. When the CAK found out, they said ( Read more... )

I have created a new Twitter account for DID and other personal topics, @Astridetal. If I did my settings right, my LJ posts will also cross-post there from now on. I hope to connect with more people who deal with mental health problems and be able to share the things specific people I know offline should not know, which was compromised when I ( Read more... )