Hanging out with my friend

So i am at my friends house. I got here a little while ago. We aren’t doing anything special, just hanging out and chatting. It’s nice. I like spending time with her, its my friend Norma. She’s blind like me and she has mental health difficulties so we have a lot in common. We’ve been discussing books we’ve read recently, and we’ve also been chatting about our mentors, as she also has a mentor at the basement club, she goes there too like i do. I’ll stay here for about 3 hours I’d say. When i got here her pa was here and she made me a coffee, she makes a mean cup of coffee. 🙂 it was so cool that she did that for me. I got a taxi here, and the partnership where i volunteer for friendly call pays for the taxi’s to Norma’s house, as they consider me to be visiting her and its kinda part of what i do for them as she’s a client of friendly call also.

Author: Carol Anne

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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