not sure what I need right now. maybe I just need to talk. Our T is on vacation and we will only see her after an important appointment.
We've been waiting for this for almost 6 months. we finally got an appointment with the institution that is responsible for the work rehab we applied for. They are supposed to help us find a way to work again. Usually starting with an assessment of what we would be able to do, considering our disabilities. And then we get the option of more professional training. where we live, learning a profession means that you get thoroughly trained for 3 years, you get a job title and then you work in that specific profession. that makes choosing a profession a big deal because you can't just change it and apply for a different job (unless its unskilled work for minimum wage).
I am panicking. Not feeling ready for this at all. Somehow we felt ready last year after the clinic. We felt kind of ready in january. not feeling ready at all now. our body has gone into a non-24 wake-sleep cylce completely. we have worked on shame with some success but we are also very much still working on finding stability in who we are and what we want. I don't feel ready for big life choices. Inside things are all over the place. the kids are scared of returning to a work routine where we are stressed and there is little time for ourselves. the adults have no clue where this is going. we had no clue in January, but back then we somehow felt more confident that we will figure it out on the way. 10 days to the appointment with their consultant and I feel like I don't even know why we wanted this so badly. I just feel like we are creating work for someone, that we are a waste of effort, shame messages like that. no courage. just panic.
we thought we were ready to move on. to get out of disability. use our energy to earn money, create a better life. it feels utterly unreal and unrealistic now. this would change our whole life. we have found a rhythm that kind of works for us and it will all be changed. it is way too scary to think of it. they demand that you bring a bunch of documents about schooling, jobs etc. when I found the courage to put together the documents I found them prepared in a folder already. total amnesia for that. signs we are falling apart a bit from the stress... I am shaking when I think of it.