Still stuck in hospital

The wait for housing is taking an awful long time. It turned out that the supported housing option was completely unsuitable, with the expectation that I would share my flat – not appropriate at all when I’ve previously experienced an eviction because I struggled to cope in a shared environment! Luckily the majority of professionals understood this, except for one nurse who I really feel should know me better by now, and not say ‘well it’s just like being on the ward, where you’ve coped.’ – I really have not coped well here at all! So many loud prolonged meltdowns, how that can be regarded as coping I do not understand. I think sometimes some professionals just want the easy option that presents less work for them.

My care co-ordinator raised the point that a tiny shared flat is not “like for like” compared to my previous single occupancy flat, and I completely agree with him. My mum, my OT and my care co-ordinator were all very against my moving to this flat, and I am very grateful to all of them for their input. Thankfully the OT on the ward secured an acknowledgement from the relevant people that the accommodation did not meet my needs, so it’s not regarded as my making myself wilfully homeless (I believe). He really turned things around in the space of a day, I’ve never known a professional get results so fast, it’s really something. He jokes that he’s getting his training as a housing officer, and he’s probably not far wrong!

Hopefully it won’t be much longer before everything is resolved and at least for now I’m safe and on a much nicer ward than I was stuck on in 2021. Small blessings.