May. 1st, 2002

Movement

May. 1st, 2002 01:35 am
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I was upset today about an announcement at work, but I might be overreacting. It led me to wonder how on earth it's possible to manage a career when you have cognitive problems. The few people who I know are working despite cognitive problems have found themselves a niche somewhere and can't possibly leave. There's no way that I'm going to do what I'm doing for the next 25 years.

Diversity notwithstanding, there aren't exactly role models for the position that I'm in.

I have an appointment with my therapist/case manager tomorrow. I'll see if she has any ideas. Hmm, I might see if the local chapter of the National Society for the Mentally Ill (NAMI) has any career-related discussions. The thing is that I need discussions that are career-related, not just job-related. Most discussions that I've seen of employment and mental illness have to do with sheltered workshops. Not appropriate.

At least I have been doing activities to nurture myself (adopting Harlee, buying the plants, and now thinking about painting my place). Speaking of Harlee, I've now moved her into my home office. The last few nights, she's been waking me up in the middle of the night (another reason that I've been groggy) by meowing, jumping on the windowsill and moving the blinds, and, last night, turning over her food and water bowl. This morning, she was sleeping in her cat carrier, so I decided that I should take the opportunity to move her. However, I didn't want to close the carrier until I was ready to move her.

The doorbell rang, and I left. It was one of the construction workers who told me the work in my unit was over and gave me back my key (yes!!!!) He also removed the buckets of paint from my garage.

When I came back, Harlee was back in her normal spot in the corner, and then dove under the bed. I think that I got too close to her when I was looking at her in the carrier.

However, when I came home, she was back in the carrier. This time, I had no qualms about closing the carrier immediately. I then ran around moving her stuff, tripping over Random the whole time. When I let her out in the office, she started exploring immediately (somewhat to my surprise). She also didn't seem to mind me watching her as long as it was from a safe distance. I got too close to her again, and she dove under the couch. Oh well.

At least I should sleep well tonight, and she can play or explore to her heart's content.

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