My close friends will know that I have had issues with my
Care recently and I have had to have my number of agency calls and my care
budget significantly increased. This is
no one’s fault and indeed, would have inevitably happened anyway.
However, it left me with two things. A sense of not being in control of my life or
anything at all (an extreme fear of mine!) and having to directly and openly
assess what my quality of life is and what I need to maintain it at the level I
want.
Quality of life (QOL) is the standard of health, comfort and
happiness experienced by an individual.
This can be measured using many factors including physical health,
family, education, employment, wealth, the environment, religion. Social services produce an annual care plan
to not only ensure that my basic physical needs are met, they also ask many
questions in an attempt to quantify and record my QOL in accordance with their
own agenda and using their own general criteria.
I am not going to say that this is wrong, I think this is a
good way to begin assessing an individual.
A great starting point in figuring out someone’s needs and what must
happen for that person to be happy.
My problem has been that my social services assessed QOL and
my opinion of my QOL do not match.
Although general indicators can help point procedures in the correct
direction, every person is an individual and must ultimately be treated as such.
So, what makes me happy? (not in order of importance though family and friends do come first!)
·
Family
·
Friends
·
Watching films (bring on the Hanx challenge!)
·
Reading (my Goodreads challenge)
·
Cross stitching
·
Dillon and Lily (tortoises)
·
Making my own decisions
·
Having a choice
·
Watching The Walking Dead
Though some people might relate to some of the items on my
list, this list is personal to me. I
also have to take into account my actual abilities.
I feel that my care plan should have the ultimate goal of
helping me achieve a satisfactory, if not perfect, QOL (as well as the basic needs part obvs!).
I am quite lucky because even though it was stressful
dealing with all the red tape and filling in stupid forms and at one point
being completely stubborn, I was listened too and despite the changes in my
routine I can now continue doing the things I want, when I want to (sort of)!!
I guess the moral of this story is there is only one person
who knows how to make you happy. That
person is you.
Don’t ever be afraid to argue for the things that are
important to you.
Your posts are always amusing, inspiring and a pleasure to read Emma.
ReplyDeleteThank you :-)
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