I think I may have ruined things with my brother and the whole respite thing. I can no longer get into my wheelchair. ANyone reading my journal entries over the last few days will know that my brother had me booked into respite at a nursing home. I was so worried about getting there and I was emailing his girlfriend about it. I just didn't know what to do. It wasn't that I wasn't willing to go. That was not the issue. It was the getting there that was the problem. He sent me an email just before talking about cancelling the respite and how I didn't care about him. I do care. The problem was not him. It was the chair. Okay so I may be camplained about not being told about the respite. He said he thought he told me after he cancelled the one mum had booked in September. Maybe he did. I just don't remember that. Now he must think I am so selfish and I can imagine what his girlfriend thinks of me. I am glad he doesn't know about this group or MD. At least I have a place to come to talk about this. He is mad at me and I don;t blame him one bit. I know he needs it. Oh what have I done? Now he is just going ahead with the application form for permanent residency. I hope he reads his email soon. That way he will understand, at least I hope so. Kim.
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