When they chase you out of your home over a bath tub!
Because of a turn of events that left me reeling with stress, I feel compelled to expand on the previous post about OTs. I had three visits from people from Powys County Council, one was just the OT, the next one was a man who needed to approve of the recommendations the OT had made, and the third was the two of them together. Although I’d offered a perfectly good plan of action, he still had to come and tell me that it won’t do. They were basically plotting against me the whole time they were here (and it was a long time). I felt overwhelmed, couldn’t hear everything they talked about, but I did catch a lot of disparaging and gaslighting remarks such as ‘the housing association will expect her to need a stair lift soon anyway so will definitely ask her to use the shower room’. While the OT had already recommended that the bath tub should be changed for one that doesn’t have the dangerously sloping sides and narrow standing surface (this would be dangerous for anyone with leg and feet problems), the man just ignored it and tried to coerce me into using the downstairs shower room. Although he’s some kind of technical adviser, he didn’t even understand that it is not a wet room. I found it necessary to advise him as a Finnish person that it definitely is not a wet room. It’s just the same as the bathroom upstairs - there are dry walls and a small area above the tub is tiled. The other option which he found necessary to repeat to me ad infinitum was to ‘just move houses’. He didn’t want to hear about reasons not to move because he was following a script, like they all do.
Yep, I’ve certainly heard that one before. The intensely patronising assumption that I should ‘just move houses’ if this one is not suited to my needs. This comes up as soon as there is some tiny little problem. What people seem to misunderstand without a blink that it is my home and that it is suited to my needs. They just won’t listen when I try and explain that I do not wish to live in a goddam bungalow. I do not wish to pay thousands of pounds for a relocation when I’m lucky to be where I am now. Why would I opt for uncertainty when I know what I have now? Who would even pack my things and do the works? Because I can’t do that. I’m disabled with a chronic medical condition that includes problems with exhaustion and overwhelm and stress. The council pays a couple of hundred towards a relocation, it’s laughable to ask people to pay thousands out of pocket. I’d rather spend that money on adaptations and aids they refuse to fund (because maybe they don’t believe I need them?).
So sure there are stairs and that’s fine for the time being but only when I am fully in control of my movements. It is not a black and white situation. It’s about being able to do things reliably and repeatedly. I want to move a bit for the sake of the exercise, and I can manage the stairs up to a point, but I do not want to put myself in danger by trailing up and down the stairs countless times a day because some man from the council thinks that I have to use a shower room just because there is one to use and he is ‘convinced’ the housing association will not budge.
Statistically, the chances of me falling down the stairs due to a subluxation or some disorientation would go up exponentially if I were to run down to the shower room every time I need a wash. And I actually have to wash very often because of sweating, body odour, greasy skin and intimate problems to do with IBS. I did not feel comfortable giving these people all the details because it was obvious I was being bullied and gaslit and was not being listened to, but I tried to underline that this is how I want and need to live. I need to sleep on the first floor because I’m hypervigilant and feel stress on the ground floor. I actually tried to explain that I have tried it before, and it didn’t work well for me. I have insomnia and hyperacusis and I really need the peace I now have in my upstairs bedroom. I use the bathroom next to it a lot and so I have made it as warm and cosy as possible. I do not want to charge down the stairs when I’m half asleep or dopey from sleeping pills or just feeling ill and fatigued. There may be times when I can’t even do that due to chronic illness flare ups. I also have great, open views from the upstairs window that help with my mental health. I am home bound and often feel imprisoned and claustrophobic, and the views help with that.
So just because I happen to have disabilities, doesn’t mean I’m a commodity that can be shoved around when someone else decides my needs are something they are not. I have also spent a lot of money on this house and the garden. In addition, I just made friends with my new next door neighbours and feel so much safer now that I know how kindly they are. The man has health issues as well and revealed that he’d been nervous about my opinions because the other neighbours had already made complaints about some things and he could see that the man on my other side was a bully. When we hit it off, he offered to cut my lawn at the front every time he does his own, and he did it straight away as a token of friendly neighbourly sentiments. He does odd jobs so I might be able to employ him over time. I certainly need this because (as I have shared before), I’ve had a lot of unpleasant encounters and stressors over the years. So yeah… this house actually meets with my needs.
Yet this is the letter that came back from the housing officer:
Good afternoon,
