I can feel my old age settling in. It was slow at first, hardly noticeable. But it’s starting to catch up to me, in fact, it’s potentially already caught up to me. I think I may officially be old, despite how hard I’ve tried not to be.
I’m starting to struggle with things that I used to find easy. That’s really tough and extremely frustrating. I feel like I’m losing myself and I know that my children are worried about me, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I suppose I could look into the specialist disability accommodation providers in my area like my children asked me to.
I’m still very sound of mind, which is both a blessing and a curse, so I am quite capable of choosing my own accommodation providers and signing all the paperwork. I would need help moving, but once I’m living in specialist disability accommodation, I should have access to people who can help me perform everyday tasks like I used to.
I’ve put off looking into specialist disability accommodation for several years now because I didn’t want to admit that I was getting older. Unfortunately these days it’s getting harder and harder to deny and I need to do this for myself and my children before it’s too late. I would like to choose my own disability support worker. In the Adelaide CBD, there are plenty of disability support workers to choose from and I wouldn’t want to burden my children with that sort of decision making. While my mind is still strong and with it, I’m going to do what I can to help make my kids’ lives easier.
Although my body is going and my mind is probably going to go with it, I know for a fact that my love for my children will never waver. They are my proudest accomplishment. I hope they’ll be okay once I’m gone.