Although he’s a decade older than me, many of our mental issues are similar. It’s surprises me somewhat that he has not figured out some of the most basic tricks that people like us use to make life better.
The one I’m referring to today is having a place for things. I always put my keys in the same place. I always put my shoes in the same place. This is less important when I live out of one single room like I do now, but in general having a place for things makes life easier.
In this home, there is no place for anything. Everything’s place is whatever is nearby at the time you wish to place it down. This makes it very difficult for others, like me, to find things. The most common irritation is food dishes. I am constantly either searching for or making up new ways to get the food to the animals. There are clearly some dishes I prefer. One day they will be there, and the next day they won’t. Frequently they don’t show up for two or three days.
Today I found the dish I used to prepare the pig food in the backyard next to the chicken coop which means he placed it there after feeding the pig.
I’m still searching for a couple of bowls that I had pre-measured for the right amount of scoops and feed and I haven’t seen them in over a month. I use a tin can now but even it vanishes from time to time.
I brought my own knife downstairs which is very dear to my heart and rare so when I’m done with it I hide it in my bathroom in hopes that it will still be there tomorrow.
I’m very sad I cannot find my walking stick. I have grown not only accustomed to walking with it in the backyard, partially for safety but also as my defense against an aggressive rooster that will lunge for my feet if I don’t stop it. Tonight I had to use a baseball bat which is not optimal. The walking stick was not only the right height, But it had a unique y shape at the end which made it an ideal deterrent to keep chickens and roosters out of my way.
It’s gone. I can’t find it anywhere. When I used it, I returned it to the exact same place every day with the exception of one day when I left it outside the door. I’m pretty good at replacing things to their proper location but I’m not perfect.
It frustrates me that this is not a life skill he has learned. I’m not in a position to go out into the forest and find a new perfect stick.
I’ll keep looking.