Re: The incredibly mundane saga of how Mac's world fall apart.

On Fri, Jul 27, 2012 at 1:55 AM, Ellen Rawson <silme13@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Oh, Mac... Who or what is supporting you in all of this? What resources, if any, are available to you?

Surprising even myself, it turns out that I have a LOT of real friends
locally. They have been helping me as best they can and providing a
support system.

I am back to seeing my old therapist every other week, which has been great.

My family, despite the years that my mother swore that they would
never do anything for me, having been amazing. My aunt and multiple
cousins worked to clean the house up around my mom's stuff, so I could
survive in the house and have a clean place to cook, eat, bathe, and
sleep. When someone broke into the house and stole my laptop and
medicines from my mom and me, my aunts, uncle, and cousins were right
there. They helped me clean up the house, boarded up the window, and
helped me with the police. They went all out to help me with the
memorial dinner as well. I'm counting on them to help me with the last
of the house, which is mostly trashing picking up and bagging. I am
finally almost at the end.

A paralegal friend is helping me apply for disability. I am looking
into displaced homemaker programs and working on updating my skills.
People have been sending me job postings.

As we have been poly, my boyfriend has been wonderful. All the times
that G failed to step up to support me, P was there to make sure that
I was taken care of and that things were handled. He was even at the
memorial dinner, as well as two of my friends, to support me, when G
couldn't make up his mind if he was even willing to go.

I know that I will eventually make it through. Under all the confusion
and emotional upset, I know that I'm in a better place than I've ever
been mentally and it will all work out. It's just trying to get it
there that's pushing me over the edge.

--
Maida 'Mac/Lys' Cain

"I think maybe we started to forget when we stopped looking up.
Instead of remembering there was a world of sky up there above our
heads, we'd sit on the ground and look at our feet."
- Jack Daw in Charles de Lint's Someplace to be Flying