I want to
kiss the hand of anyone brave enough to invite us over with Nick too, because
taking him out presents so many variables. Access – will it be easy enough for
him to get to? Will he be comfortable (absolutely no guarantee of that and
sadly, he is rarely comfortable anywhere, even in his own special chair, for
very long) or will we have to make excuses and leave early? Will people be kind
and understanding? Talk to him like a human being? I know my friends are on
message but there are friends of friends who might not be…it sounds awful but you
just don’t know.
And then I
worry about friends’ precious possessions, their furniture, their pictures on
the wall, their bathroom fixtures and fittings...in our house everything is knackered
anyway or moveable and in the end pretty much expendable, but I worry about him
charging into someone else’s space like a bull in a china shop. I worry about safety
and about him hurting himself.
So even
though I long to get out of the house, go out and meet people, let Nick have
different conversations and just shift our reality, it’s not exactly relaxing.
Sometimes
it seems easier just to stay at home.
