My future was looking brighter than it had looked in a very long time. After six long months, I was getting ready to leave Hell-Crest Commons, the nursing home I’d been imprisoned in.
Side By Side, where my mom, Anna (the contact my friend Laura’s social worker friend had given me) and I were interviewing with Chrissy (the nurse manager)seemed like it would be the perfect fit for me. Especially because Anna was getting me the special PCA (personal care aides) services that MassHealth (Medicaid) provided to help take care of me and help me function and be more independent without needing to rely on my parents for everything.
My mom was discussing rent and pricing with Chrissy and Anna. Chrissy was saying that normally the apartment was $1000 a month, but because I didn’t eat anything she would bring it down to $900 a month. That didn’t seem quite … Find Out What Happens Next