When I was in a group home there wasn’t much expected of me. I didn’t have to remember my meds, they were brought to me and I was watched as I took them. I had to do my own laundry sometimes, I had some light chores for the common area and I read all day. Until I got the out patient job as a janitor.
Sometimes I look back on my group home days and think they did me no good. All that time not being taught how to do anything. But back then, I might not have been able to. Or maybe I would have.
Other times, I am grateful for not being homeless back then and having had that resource to help me get the job and have nurses and caretakers on hand. I guess it’s a love/hate relationship balanced between how afraid I was to leave that safety net versus how lonely and useless I felt when I was there.