Roberta
Roberta
Hello, can I see you ID please? That’s ok, did you want to see me or someone else, oh! Here she comes: ‘her that pushes in’ I’m off to my room, bet you can’t understand me anyway.
My name is Roberta I’m 30 and for some reason I’m stopping here at the minute. It’s not my house, these aren’t my neighbours, the telly’s too big and loud, and I can’t see Mr Davis’ chickens from my bedroom window anymore – my things are here though – it’s all so confusing.
When there was just me and mum and Sophie popping in I had no problem getting people to understand me but now the words stay in my head and stutter on my tongue and hands when I try to sign.
I think my mum has gone away, but I don’t know where too; I went out with the community enablers one day to town and when we were in Starbucks there were some phone calls; and then I was brought here. I’ve not seen mum since, when soppy Sophie comes she cries, and nobody understands I need to find out if Jason’s cat has had its kittens yet, mum said we could have one!
My skin is very itchy, the staff don’t put the oil in the bath for me, and in fact I have showers every day. I can’t find my glasses; I remember having them in Starbucks, and in ‘him that chews bubbly’s car’ I’ve not had them since I’ve been here, and keep tripping up the step.
The food here is a bit funny; I never know what is coming next! ‘Her that sings’ makes lovely cake, but we don’t have a roast on a Sunday or even a shandy with it! Last week it was something with rice and prawns.
Yesterday I went on the mini bus to town (not a number 45) and it wasn’t my town – I don’t know where that has gone! We never even had a coffee, just pop and chips in a shop. I want my mum, where is she?
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