Tag: mum
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I’m incredibly sad
My zucchini muffind look like black pudding and that wasn’t mentioned in the recipe. Recipie was from American website so maybe people in US don’t know what black pudding looks like or possibly their version looks different to Polish which is brown with grey ‘eyes’ made of buckwheat. So that’s how my muffins look like:…
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Dear neighbours
The beauty of living in a village in Poland is, that you have neighbours. Well, obviously, people who live almost anywhere in the world, also in the cities, have neighbours but Polish village neighbours seem to know everything about each other. My Smardzewice neighbours still have impact on my life even though I moved thousands…
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Mild depression
I think I developed some form of mild depression. I just did a test online and received 13 points out of 27, so nearly half. When I first got the idea that I may be autistic that was what puzzled me the most: my mood. I was sure that autistic people don’t have any mood…
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How does dementia start?
I didn’t sleep very long again but I should be ok. I’m thinking now that I’m glad I came and even that I lost my ID and had to stay longer. Due to that I could have seen how my mum’s mental state deteriorated, if I didn’t see that I would not believe she has…
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Me and mum – the last visit this trip
Mum seemed alert today again and yet barely talked to me. She said again she has a feeling everything is going to be well and even that my brother will stop drinking. She also asked me why I went back to the UK before dad died (that’s a story for another post altogether). I didn’t…
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Errands
I spent today running the last of my errands. Mum insists on me to pay her bills, which are technically my brother’s now as it’s only him who lives in the house, but everything is registered on her. It’s not always easy to pay the bills online here and I have the impression that there’s…
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Good news
I collected my ID card today! I am officially a free woman and can go back where my home is. It’s a bit strange that my home is so far from where I was brought up but not much I can do about that. I went to celebrate to a small cafe half way through…
Autistic and me 