So, today when I clawed my way out of my death-sleep, I emerged from my bedroom to see that my living room was filled with people — at which point I went, “There’s people,” and started scurrying towards the kitchen and salvation (AKA: the kettle). When the people started trying to talk — probably to introduce themselves — I gave a little wave before scuttling faster and muttering, “I’m not a people yet.”
As it turns out, the people in my living room were Fatherbot’s Life Coach, my siblings’ counsellor, and the new counsellor being brought onto my family’s Mental Health Team. The Life Coach, who’d met me before, laughed. The other two were kinda puzzled until Fatherbot explained. When I re-entered the room, mug of tea in hand and brain quasi-functional, they pretended I wasn’t there until I proved my peoplehood and spoke to them.
So, that happened. At least it wasn’t a complete disaster.
I wish I could say that this was atypical of most of my first impressions, but that would be a lie.
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