Saturday, September 22, 2012

Life Lessons

I believe that we all have lessons in our lives that we have to learn and re-learn and re-learn again. Things that are barricades on our way to becoming better, wiser human beings. Things that keep us from allowing ourselves to love one another and get along.

Only 21, yet I feel like I know a couple of these that I'll spend my life struggling with. At 21, I've spent all of those years that I can remember struggling to remember these lessons.

One big thing I need to work on is forgiveness. My biggest source of sorrow is holding on to what others have done wrong to me. I will be working on this for the rest of my life, I can almost guarantee that. There are certain things from the past that I'm ready to let go of, and there are others that I am so prepared to carry to my grave. It's not healthy, and the logical part of me doesn't want that at all.

Another lesson is that I can't change people. People have the ability to believe whatever they want to believe. Even if my life experiences have told me that you're taking yourself down a very dark, lonely, sad path, I can't make you stop. I can't make you stop. I can't make you stop. All of me wants you to. All of me wants you to listen to my words. I want to control you. I want to make you stop. But for now, I will stop. I will stop trying because I'm wasting my efforts. 

Morrissey has been on repeat for days on days in this household lately. Today, I'll playback "Why Don't You Find Out for Yourself?" until it really sinks in. Hutch, you cannot change someone. They must find out for themselves.

"You'll never believe me so, why don't you find out for yourself?
Sick down to my heart. That's just the way it goes.
Some men, they know the full extent of your distress.
They kneel and pray, and they say:
'Long may it last.'
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass.
Bad scenes come and go, for which you must allow.
Sick down to my heart. That's just the way it goes."

What are your lessons?

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Day Program

I talked to my friend yesterday, and she acted like I didn't say what I did for my new job in my last post. Except, she's a liar because I said I'd be quitting the group home I worked at and starting at a day program. So I guess I was being too general. There is a large portion of the population who have no idea what I'm talking about.

I was working at a group home for adults with developmental disabilities. Well, still working there. I switched to on-call, but I'm absolutely sick of that place and am officially quitting at the end of this month. Anyway, a group home is not a senior living center; it's not even assisted living. It's a house in a neighborhood that looks just like all the other houses in the neighborhood. Except, instead of having a family or friends who rent together, it has a group of people with developmental disabilities (mental and physical) living inside of it. A company hires people to come and give care to the people at the house. These duties include making meals, helping with all bathroom tasks, providing activities, assisting with whatever you do in your daily life independently, and keeping track of those daily activities as well as their health. The shifts are as normal as anywhere else (4 hours, 8 hours, 12 hours). The environment is supposed to feel like a home, not a medical establishment.

A day program for adults with developmental disabilities is taking those individuals in group homes (and the like) and giving them activities outside of the home Monday-Friday. There are people who call this place a school or a maybe a job. The day program I work at has me and two of my coworkers take a group of up to 8 people out in the community to work on personal goals and, again, get out of the house. There is another group, but I'm in a specific group with a specific amount of people. At a day program, you still assist in things like toileting and the likes.

I hope that clears things up. I'd be happy to answer any questions left in my comments. But it's not like anyone ever leaves comments.

A picture of Kim Peek, the "real Rain Man." Blogs are supposedly supposed to have lots of pictures. So, my bad for not posting more!