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I’ve had my Personal Assistant for a whole year now.
I had no idea that I would qualify for the help I so badly needed to live ‘independently’. That social care referral was well worth the almost 12 month wait after that initial teary phone call asking for help. I’m still happy with just the two hours per week I get. To have anymore could well be detrimental to my health because of the sensory overload and stimulus of having someone in the house (a concept very, very few people seem to be able to grasp.)
I won’t pretend it doesn’t feel odd to have someone hoovering around you and folding your knickers while you sit here like Lady Muck but I definitely made the right choice in giving the job to this particular applicant. I just felt as comfortable as I was ever going to feel about this situation with her over the other candidates. I still pretend I’m better than I actually am with her, but she calls me out on that and it feels good to know that she knows I’m not swinging the lead.
Not once have I felt useless for not being able to do these little things for myself. Nor have I felt like a burden in the way I always did when a family member of friend came to help me in the same.
It has improved my quality of life and enabled me to prioritise my energy expenditure better. And on food prep days she lets me take all the credit for the finished product!