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I miss me

I’m so far from functional and happy these days.  I feel like everyone’s dismissed my continuing efforts at recovery,  except me.  It’s like even my Trustees now, have accepted the status quo as good enough.  And I’m continuing to toil away here,  fEEilinG like a MADMAN,  insisting my recovery its still continuing, though now moving at an almost glacial pace.  My iPad died last year, and I’ve been too reticent to ask for it to be replaced, figuring I’ll only need to justify it to Trustees who, frankly and largely, haven’t  been paying enough attention to see how my recovery has been stalled , as my Apple products, the keys to my recovery, fall apart  and become passé.  I want a new iPhone.  I need a new iPad primarily to read and a new Mac; the latter’s on it’s last legs and I haven’t had a working version of the former for at least 8 months, probably more.  I find my Trustees lack of trust in my ability to accurately discern and request my recovery needs without verification from Butch and/or Judy demeaning and frankly showing a will-full, blaming ignorance of my recovery progress and failings, which I celebrate because only by correcting your failures, do you learn.

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