Dispatches from Asteroid Hopkins

empathic greeting

A member of another rehab group, who started the course with me told me, i seem more open than in the few minutes we talked to each other at the beginning. Told her that i found the right costume to wear to make it work. And it seems i irritated a few members with that comment. There are pieces of me in the performance, if «i» would be present, i would either stare on the floor for a time—which i already do when i'm overwhelm by sensory input and/or people—, or just utter negative comments on everything that comes to my mind. With the filter of a role between me and the environment, there is a demilitarized zone, where the experience can live for a while, and be examined and, if something salvageable is found, integrated.
Last week one of this week's new members quit all of a sudden. I wasn't sure why, today i got told, she didn't felt welcomed enough. When the new members for this week showed up, i tried so say Hi with a more welcoming tone. Hopefully we find more words in occupational therapy, there is enough space and time there—according to the rehab provider's schedule—to get to know each other.

Kirby jumped onto the couch with both legs stretched in front of him without hurting himself or damaging anything. Twice. I was impressed.

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