This one hits home. One day you just start seeing your parent/guardian as a frail old person who needs your assistance and love (obvs if it was a positive relationship). It makes me feel important but it also scare me knowing we’re reaching the end. I know, no one has life guaranteed but you know, growing older just pushes you towards that end anyway.
Do you have access to a Regional Center or something similar? I used to work as a coach for young adults with disabilities (I am autistic myself, level 1) and we would have volunteering opportunities along with formal job opportunities for our clients. Contact your case worker so they can guide you to the right program
Uhh thanks I hate it?
Is that when we coined the term “bussy”?
Gives me the heebie jeebies. Glad never had to use that and now never will.
I feel this one !