Originally Posted by
Peter A
I think support workers are inclined to get used as stool pigeons to report to social workers. Really upfront people who assist those with autism would hopefully be polite though and make it clear that things one may discuss is not necessarily going to be confidential. Like you may open up to them more because maybe you're already lonesome or without pals you know, so when you get shifts with them, they feel like a person to offload your woes to, since there's a high probability that there's nobody else in your circle. But it's a mistake thinking they're your friends, even if they seem nice. And it's sad that I had to learn that the hard way.
That's the part that often feels like a kick in the balls, in my opinion. You hang out with them and start to feel like you've become a part of something for once, but it's all make believe. Then they depart from their position, and supposedly, should they leave, they just aren't allowed to maintain contact due to their moral obligations. Sometimes you may just not take to the replacements you gain, as people have their own characteristics you grow fond of. Because I found I liked some of the staff I met before, but I didn't gel with everyone. But yes. When ones I liked left, it didn't feel so good. However, this is where I'm gonna come back and say that the people in charge are funny with clients that act clingy towards particular helpers.
I miss my mum. I really do. I'm happy she's not in pain anymore. But I cannot help but think she was wiped out by the very people who were supposed to look after her.
I don't know who submitted the paperwork for her to go to the hospice in the first place. My mother usually assumed she got invited for respite. Sort of like a little break, especially with it being in the summer and at the waterfront. She absolutely loved to be near the ocean and she called it a holiday, which is why I feel she was deceived by that place. Had we known what they were planning to do, I feel like her death could have been prevented, or at least delayed.
Then again, dying from internal bleeding was definitely a possibility, as she never ceased the puffs, so her abdominal aortic aneurysm worsened. Her condition must have been unbearable in terms of the pain, as I went with her to a shop in the winter of last year, and all she wanted to do was sit down. While she was constantly blaming the discomfort on trapped wind, it probably wasn't truly this that was the cause.
Anyway, my sister is a little tart. She went through a long court battle with her first two kids, as her ex is a joke. Then she met this other guy and got pregnant to him, because she tried to be all smooth, when she was in no real position to be messing about. The same outcome came to be in the end. She constantly ran back to him and made herself look like a clown. Even after the baby arrived, he didn't want to know, and was apparently seeing another woman.
Social workers knew when she gave birth. They wouldn't allow her to leave the premises until the following Monday. But her third son was immediately put with carers following a meeting in a room, which took place in the hospital with our father and I present. And I hate to say it, but judging by how she acts, they must have a reason for deciding what they did. She has been acting nuts anyway.
Years ago, she was living by herself in a flat, and claims it was haunted. I do think this is true, as she showed me pictures and there was evil looking faces with red eyes on her living room wall. Ghosts, or something. She claims somebody into the darkside had been staying in the property before her.
She said she wants to get into the real estate business, despite having no knowledge of this area, and good luck with that, paranoid preaching and all. How can she do a job like this when she believes every random John or Jane Doe is watching her every move?
It's all seemingly part of some master plan of hers to scrape together the legal costs to attempt to "sue" the NHS, her ex, his family, and whoever else she feels like blaming. And she deserves a smack in the mouth, after threatening to ban me from our own mother's funeral in September.
I really don't care about her drivel any longer, to be honest.