Zoey 12 October

It seems fairly obvious to me after visiting this morning that Zoey doesn’t want to be told what to do. She’s an adult and, let’s face it, who really wants to be told what to do all the time?

A LD nurse was trying to get her to use a speaking mat to communicate. She is missing the point, it’s not just that Zoey doesn’t want to talk it is that she doesn’t want to interact at all. So, it’s not that she doesn’t have the ability to communicate, she doesn’t have the desire to.

I am not at all sure she will talk when she comes home either, whenever that might be.

The worrying thing is, the Zoey which is emerging may not be one who would fit in with a family environment any longer. In a place of her own, if she chooses not to do things like washing or communicating at all then it isn’t an issue, she doesn’t have to much like where Jermaine is. There is no point pushing him to achieve anything as it isn’t going to happen. Zoey is now like that. To get her to do the basic is still taking a fair amount of effort I think. More than one person is insisting that she get on and do things like getting washed so it is happening. I don’t think it’s overly successful despite what they tell me as her hair hasn’t looked cleaned and brushed in days. To put that level of care into the home situation is going to be costly and very intrusive for the rest of us as they effectively turn the house into a care home.

I want Zoey to come home, she’s still one of my girls and I need to be there for her, on a practical financial level, I need her to come home but, right now I can’t imagine how it is going to work.

This morning, thought I got loads of smiles, she made it quite clear where the boundaries are. Anyone trying to get her to do something she didn’t want to do got an evil glare. She stormed out at one point only return a moment later realising that everything she wanted to do was still in the room she left. I did feel, personally, like I was somewhat not needed so left. I was hoping there might be a reaction to my leaving but apart from a glare which I couldn’t translate, there was nothing

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