7.2
Disturbed night sleep. Was exhausted yesterday and a bit down ruminating about lots of things that the police meeting brought up (and my rereading of a particularly traumatic piece of creative writing I did about my experiences of SA) together with having to talk about the meeting with my folks on Friday night. That segued into thinking about what will happen in court when I’m in the witness stand; how tough his barrister will be etc.
Now take all that, throw in an IAPTS assessment call tomorrow for EMDR or other specific trauma therapy options, Olivier induction Tuesday as well as a volunteering introduction at
https://queerbritain.org.uk/ as I applied to be a volunteer and have made it past the first hurdle (and I need to prep a presentation on “anything you like no matter how bananas it is” - So I’m thinking of doing one on “theatre”, chocolate or probably bananas because why not?!); introducing a friend to Aida on Tuesday; a full day out Wednesday; Thursday (my birthday) coming Big Ben, having lunch then seeing The Tempest it makes for a busy week.
I also want to bake in advance of a coffee morning on Friday (recipe attached) and it feels like I’ve no time to breathe this week.
Now take all of that and stir in to the mix that mum and dad (mainly mum) announced that they’re thinking seriously about selling the family house (that they moved in to when I was 11) and either buying the bungalow that a friend of theirs who died last Sunday lived in, or buying a flat in a Jewish retirement community and it’s a lot.
I said that it’s always better to move to a bungalow or retirement place because you want to rather than because you have to so if that’s what they want to do then go for it but I can’t help but worry how they’ll cope with the transition.
They have a large 4 1/2 bed detached house with a large garden, parking for 4 cars on the drive etc. mum uses a second bedroom as her overflow wardrobe and dressing room. The bungalow is two bed. They just won’t easily fit. I worry they’ll miss the garden they’ve made over the last almost 50 years.
As for moving to a flat in a community I get the attraction. They’re seeing friends die one by one and their social circle is shrinking. Moving in to a retirement community would give them a ready supply of new people to befriend and would give access to a curated social calendar as well.
Genuinely I do get it. Dad’s 84, mum will be 83 in March, and they struggle with the stairs at home but they’re both in good health for their respective age. But it’ll be a wrench seeing the home I grew up in sold.
This isn’t about me though. It’s about them and their quality of life. Doesn’t make it easier though.