TheBanyanTree: Diaries, 070904

[Monique]

Blogged today at www.schizodiaries.blogspot.com
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There was a time when I thought that we were perhaps at the end of this
particular journey. Not the journey itself, but the telling of it. But
writing it down here, I'm not so sure. I could be wrong; it does happen.


I don't know why I can't sleep well -- I wake up often at 4 am or so and
can't get back to sleep. So I get up, I come out here to my computer,
and I do some work or I do some writing, and then later I can go back to
sleep. And I do sleep well, I think, when I sleep. And Andrew is there,
and I sleep very well with him. I think this is serious, but don't tell
him that, okay? I don't want to scare him away. 

Stew did well yesterday. We went to meet someone who needed some
consulting on selling a product on ebay, and since he is working at
being an expert, I took him to see her. I know little about ebay myself,
but that's because it's not my job, it's his. She was referred to us by
Sven, because I'd mentioned to him that selling on ebay was one of
Stew's talents. 

So we met with her. And though he'd been extremely anxious about it, and
wasn't sure if he knew what he was doing or how to do it, it all came
together well. He did most of the talking, which, considering I was just
along for the ride, is good -- if I'd had to take over I would have
sounded like I didn't know anything. He gave her advice, suggestions,
and then set her product up on ebay right then and there, posted and up
for sale. A trial sale to see how it goes. 

I was her first customer. I wanted to be the first. And somehow I got
myself retained to do some editing for a project she's working on. My
current work load is chaos as it is, a mish-mash of assorted tasks in
different fields altogether; bookkeeping, consulting, training, sales
and marketing, vocational rehab (I like to add that last one in even
though no one is paying me for it -- I feel like I do it anyway) so why
not go ahead and so editing and writing again? 

Why not? I think I need an assistant though. 

Anyway. He did well. Comported himself well, was helpful and
knowledgeable, got the job done while we were there, didn't hesitate. I
am so proud of him -- he goes and does what he needs to do, and he
doesn't let the fear get in the way overly much. It's a continuing
process of course -- he'll have bad days and good days. He forgot to get
his scrip renewed for his anti-psychotics yesterday so today might be a
not-so-good day, but I asked him to go to his weekly support group
anyway, not so much even for the therapeutic aspects but just the
socializing. The socializing IS, I believe, therapeutic, it's an
important part of him getting on with things. It's difficult of course,
but I like to think that just makes it more rewarding when it works.
It's so hard for him to be around people sometimes. So today he'll get
his scrip and go to therapy, and perhaps start cataloguing the
laserdiscs I brought home from another client who wants them sold on
ebay . . . assuming I remember to get my car over to his place so he can
get them out of the truck. And for the weekend I have some data entry
work for him to do. 

I make the boy work, that's true. 

I think I'll go back to bed soon - it's almost 5:30, and I should get
some sleep before I get up.