Okay, kids. Mourn my loss. And mourn it good.
I'm going to that program now. Starting tomorrow. No more Robin at Grandin this year! Its sad! You must go on without me for a whole freaking semester! So you all must post copiously in your livejournal/diaryland about what happens.
So, my school day starts at 9:30 and ends at 3:30. Its partially school and partially treatment for anxiety. They keep saying its going to be hard, but with all the treatment (I consider that a break), I doubt it. At least I hope. I'm a bit nervous, but not as nervous as I usually would be going into a situation like this.
Its kinda fucking ridiculous though, they do random locker checks and, get this, random drug testing.
I.E. PEEING IN A CUP.
What the fuck is with that? Like, since we have anxiety and depression problems, we're more likely to do drugs? Or is it that since its a smaller group of teenagers, as opposed to a group of 1400, they can afford to check it? God, its so creepy.
And guess what else?! THERE'S A NO TOUCHING RULE. If you haven't noticed, I need to touch people! I thrive on it! I kiss my friends, for God's sake! I hug people! I AM A GRABBY PERSON. They say its because some people are uncomfortable with touching, but hey, how about they tell me, and I don't hug that person? I seriously don't know how I can be expected to not touch people. If they're my friends, why not? The thought of it is driving me a bit crazy.
Flaming ass monkeys.
All the rules there are fucking insane. Goddamn! I mean, they frown upon you going to the house of someone in the program. Why?! Its supposed to be like a school, isn't it? You make friends at school and go out with them, go to their house and such. But they'd rather you didn't there. You know why? Because once, apparently, a girl invited some people from the program to her house, and the only one there other than her was her 19 year old brother. I know where you think this is going, but no. Nothing happened. it was frowned upon because there was no adult supervision. They called the parents of the other kids to inform them of this. Because the parents might not want their kids to be alone in a house. As they might, gasp! Use the stove! HEAVEN FORBID!
Please. What, we have mental problems, and so we can't be alone without an adult, sniffle?
I'm slightly irritated at these views.
I'll get them into check. Hahahahahahhahahahah!
I love you all.