I’m a 30 y/o care home resident, so is my other ½ . I’m also a fantasy writer & reader who loves folk & blues music, which I grew up w/. Aside from the fact I’d prefer not to be disabled I don’t think about it too much. Said home is very good, one of the better ones.
I have had semi-imaginary friends all my life, & when I dropped them along w/ my creativity, I became physically ill. I say semi-imaginary, cos most [apart from one] were/are musicians, who are real, but our “contact”, [which is only when I have a problem, am in pain, feeling nobody likes me etc.,] is not.
I am fully aware of this; loved ones are too. I know it’s silly. I wrote a song for one – who I’ve loved dearly since he came into being – once; he warned me about finding right living arrangements; I wrote a story about another.
A woman who works here believes in angels, the Goddess etc., we get on really well so I get saved a lot of her angel stuff; magazines, pix, jewellery she no longer wears, etc. & she organises various MBS [mind, body, & spirit] events I can get in with my wheelchair.
It seems I’m not the only disabled person who does this, & were I not disabled I wouldn’t bother. I’ve a close family, [in distance as well as emotionally] People seem to like me & get on w/ me, so there doesn’t seem to be anything else wrong aside from my disability; :. there’s no real need for me to do this.