For the last couple of Fridays I’ve explored the topic of Forgiveness. I did enjoy Forgiving Fridays and sharing regarding this subject. However as I run the risk of being a hypocrite I cannot continue to post about Forgiveness when I cannot Forgive.
Today at 11:00 am I have a meeting at my brother Stephen’s Day Treatment Center. The managers and directors at AABR are wonderful. See last Friday’s post. The staff at AABR has been consistent and professional for the last 30 odd years. I think they do an outstanding job in training and developing the skill set of developmentally disabled adults. They are Wonderful!!
The problem lies with Stephen’s Group Home. Stephen has lived there since 1989 and things were going well until the last two years. Since the managers are incompetent and unprofessional. This has resulted in arguments, screaming and shouting matches between myself and those in charge. The current Residence Managers deliberately say and do things just to annoy me.
I’ve reported their behavior to the Director and Executive Director without satisfaction. Unfortunately I still must deal with these idiot managers and I can truly say I despise and loathe them. They irritate me and don’t seem to understand the concept that I have a full-time job that requires me to work long extended hours of overtime. They call me for ridiculously stupid reasons. And don’t call me for more serious ones.
Last year they persisted in giving Stephen worn, torn clothing some of which was not his despite the fact that for each home visit Stephen has with me I buy him brand new clothes. Finally in January of this year I had a face to face meeting with the Director of his Group Home and had the opportunity to look inside Stephen’s dresser and armorie which were full of brand new clothes. Why they send him to me with ripped and torn clothing well I don’t know.
For those of you who have been following me for the last several years you already know that due to a stroke I no longer drive due to vision problems which I won’t rehash. That’s why I cannot get to Stephen’s Group Home and there are no buses or subways that run out there so I’m effectively shut out. You also are familiar with the trials and tribulations that I go through doing my best to care for my brother even to the point of neglecting my own health and welfare.
I have tried to forgive them but then they do something else to annoy me. You’d think that people supposedly trained in the care and treatment of adults with Autism would do better but that is not so. I’ve had to report them several times and have filed numerous complaints. If my own health was not so precarious and I had access/money for lawyers I’d transfer Stephen but I don’t have those options.
I’m looking forward to seeing Stephen but not to seeing or speaking with his Group Home Managers. I get No cooperation or understanding from them. They disgust me.
No these morons will never hear or see my forgiveness in this lifetime or the next.
I’m not going to entertainment comments as this is an upsetting and emotional issue for me and they already upset me yesterday calling me for a dumb reason asking me questions to which they already knew the answer. I was abrupt and hung up on her.
I know some people will try to engage me on this issue in future posts but trust me when I say I’ve already exercised all my options even to the point of contacting the Congressman for Stephen’s district. Therefore I’m not taking suggestions or advice. Usually once I make up my mind and make a decision I stick with it.
However next year when I retire All Hell is gonna break loose for them. They just don’t have any idea of the upcoming storm.
Now off to battle. So much for my relaxing weekend.