When 'I don't understand' isn't enough

Spending time with someone that is mentally challenging either makes you a stronger person or

makes you rush into a mapping of distance.

The roadblocks are copious with fluorescent bulbs staring at your face. It's like operating the GPS,

and you're out in the county; it doesn't really work that well.

Even when you are having your brightest day with a plethora of strategies that might work and input

with a specialist, you come back to a wall, Doh!

This type of relationship which you really didn't want in the first place, you've been forced into it, can
make you stronger than all the peanut butter that sticks to the roof of your mouth without any milk.

You brush it off, just like you brush the challenges off. One comes, and another one follows, and

you're like, I just brushed that off, what in the world!

The person with the mental challenges takes medicine, which you hope is working, but you don't

know what it's doing if anything. Then, you muster up patience as if you have just swept a kitchen

floor filled with bits of rice that have just exploded everywhere from the air-tight back from the local

grocer.

Oh my, you think, how shall I clean this one up, with the broom and dustpan, or with the vacuum

cleaning every square inch precisely accurate, not leaving one little piece behind. Thought

provoking,

isn't it, how you muster up patients from every ounce of your being.

If it's that bad, why not just make other arrangements and sculpt in the space needed?

Oh, if it were that easy, it would have already been done.

Think of that person's income, insurance, documentation, the various perspectives, and places that are

 willing and able to host such a person.

Then, understand the waiting list. It's longer than a table at the Olive Garden, I promise.

While investigating different patterned behaviors, I noticed the words in the sentences right away.

"Don't know, don't want to, can't," and the list goes on, it's quite noisy to me. No solid answers.

Vague in response, like hollow chocolate- so sad!

But there must be a way to fill those gaps with energy, passion, motivation, goals, a reliable memory

base, and paste in levels of love, like a waterfall that gushes full time and never stops.

My only hope is Jesus. I am ever grateful for the continued support of the family members who have

offered kindness, love, a continued open heart, and understanding, they know who they are.

I must stay focused on Jesus every step of this nine-month journey so far.

So, what about the women who face domestic violence going through mental stability challenges?

What care do they receive and who pays for it? Maybe grants or family members take the hit.

Are they ten -minute sessions where nothing is accomplished or, are they worthy, one- hour sessions

where tests are conducted, assessed, and dents of understanding are made? Only time will tell, but

how much time?

It's up to the person and the one putting in the investment.

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