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I was an aide at an "extended care facility" and the way the people were treated there was shocking. The memory of one gentleman in particular will stay with me for the rest of my life.
He wasn't that old at all late forties/early fifties maybe and I could pretty much tell immediately that he had Cerebral Palsy as I knew a couple of people with that condition. His CP was severe and he was being treated as if he were profoundly mentally deficient. That nearly broke my heart, as I knew this was very likely not the case. And with spending just a little bit of time with him I found my suspicions were correct. It took great effort on his part to speak, and his speech was difficult to understand, but his mental ability was unaffected. His name was Salvador. I came to learn that he had been placed there quite recently after being cared for by his parents all his life because they had both passed away.
I learned quickly enough that the expectations of this job was to minimally meet only the guests/inmates basic needs. We are talking Feed/Bathe/Dress/Repeat and to do that in a strictly regimented way as "efficiently" as possible. I chafed at that. These were people who being treated like used-up, worthless, inanimate objects.
My third and last day there, I was feeding Salvador. Spoon feeding him a pureed something or other. He lacked the motor ability to do this for himself. It was taking awhile, but I figured I was within the guidelines because it really couldn't be done any faster.
At one point Salvador looked up at me, and with great effort said, "You're an Angel."
Well...the head Matron or whatever she was, an absolute horror of a woman, this I know for sure, burst into the room shortly after this. "Just what do you think you're doing?!" she demanded.
"I'm feeding, Salvador."
"That's not how we feed "that one," she pushed me aside and produced some sort of huge syringe/plunger type thing from somewhere. She sucked the food into it and expressed it all at once down Salvador's throat. I honest to g-d thought he was going to choke to death right before my eyes.
Then she glared at me. "He doesn't know any better. Just look at him!" she sneered. "I doubt he really even knows we're here."
I was called into the office and "let go" that afternoon. Actually, they didn't even have the decency to come out and tell me I was fired. They said they were going to be over-staffed tomorrow and to not bother coming in, but they said please call the following day to see if I was needed. At this point I must add that I was expected to be at work at 6AM...so calling in to see if I was going to be needed meant getting up at 4:30 at the latest. But, I did that for three days before finally telling them...nevermind. (Well...probably that was not my exact words.) But, by that time, I'd found my second job anyway.
A few weeks after this, I saw Salvador's obituary in the paper. And my heart was broken again. :cry:
Salvador, your spirit was one of the great ones. I knew you for only a couple of days and I'll carry the memory of you in my heart forever. I hope you had safe passage.
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