One of the things I dislike about being in residential housing and having to go to a day program is that it makes me feel like I’m a teenager in high school except there’s no end in sight and no grades or anything. I get an allowance. I have chores. I have to go to my program for half the day which is an advantage over school, and there’s no homework, but it still feels boring and repetitive and it’s hard to concentrate. A lot more so that school ever felt.
I have a curfew; eleven o’clock. I never go out anywhere or do anything except visit my children, so it’s not really an issue to me, but just having one feels infantalizing. It’s true I have to cook my own meals and do my own shopping and laundry and basic things like that but it’s hard to feel like an adult when I’m at home or at the program.
The only time I feel remotely like an adult is when I’m with my two older boys. I cook for them and I help them clean. I help them with their homework when I can and we basically just hang out otherwise, them doing their thing and me doing mine. I don’t feel like a particularly successful adult, but at least I feel like an adult.
I know I’m in a good position and that I need to be in residential and need to go to the program, but at the same time it makes me feel unprepared and incapable. The fact that I am in fact unprepared and incapable doesn’t help. Yet somehow I manage to help take care of my children when I go see them. I can manage enough to be a stay at home mom, I guess but beyond that… Even too much of this wears me out.
Why am I so weak and immature? Why is my ‘stable’ at such a lower level of functioning than everyone else? I wish I knew. I wish I was different, but I don’t know what to do about it. Everything I have and am doing now keeps me stable and out of the hospital, but too much and I’d end up back in. It’s frustrating. Will I ever be able to function on my own? I don’t know.