I went to day therapy.
There was a bright eyed young fella there talking to me like I was an infant. I wondered if he had a brain injury or something.
Then I went into the day room. All old men sitting around watching daytime TV drooling into their laps.
I thought "I’m getting outta here "
Couldn’t believe they sent me to that kip.
I went and visited my mate instead and we talked business…like adults.
Dunno who that ‘care team’ thinks I am. Next they’ll have me in a nappy and buggy.
Half wits.