1999: When I got up I was full of beans and I got mum to join in my antics too (even though we were running late). I found the headphones for mum’s walkman and sang into the connector piece (as usual) and today I did it on my very own stage – mum’s flat packed wardrobes which are on the floor waiting to be put up. I wish she’d hurry up and do it, my room’s still full of all her clothes (and I thought I had a lot!) Told mummy that I’d had a good day at Edons but I refused to put my shoes and socks on tonight so mum had to carry me to the new, shiny red car. I love it! Mum’s bought a smelly for it, but I didn’t care for that much, it smelt far better than it tasted. When we got home I found ice-lollies in the freezer which mum made me eat in the kitchen (I can’t think why). The phone went tonight before, during and after tea – Dev, Eesa, Nan, Karen and Tracey! Mum and I cuddled on the settee but she put me to bed at 7.45 as she thought I was tired and miserable. I thought I’d been trying to communicate! I was asleep within 10 minutes – perhaps she was right, but I won’t tell she knows best.
2019: Communication’s not my best thing currently. Low mood and arguments. Got an email to advise I did not get short listed for mental health support worker role I applied for – but at least they bothered to email me. My grumpiness when tired and hungry has continued into adult life but not working definitely makes everything 10 times worse. Self esteem is taking nose dive as is my Crohn’s
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