August 10, 2019
Long Term Care
I imagine my Whitby fate was decided after the conference. I was assigned to a very nice psychiatrist who I saw once a week. I hardly remember him but I remember our talks as pleasant and fun. At some point I expect I had had my 30 days in Admission One and I believe he said I could be discharged. I believe I said I would just as soon not be discharged. I had no children, I had no home to be discharged to and I had no money.
My doc said he had no choice but to send me to Long Term Care. I probably said “thats ok by me!” Long Term Care people lived in a large “cottage” and slept in a massive upstairs room. At least 20 of us, probably more. I remember our beds as being less than 3 feet apart with a small bedside table dividing us from our neighbour.
Posted by Betty Bishop at 12:54 pm