DIARY ENTRIES:
August 1 – Met my five clients at adult program
building. I’ll work at their homes after
training. Dean, age 15, fat white boy,
severely retarded. Can’t speak, read or
write. Uses American Sign Language. Said I’d be given a course in ASL later. Robby, age 26, black guy, mainly repeats
whatever you say. Severely retarded. Art, age 39, Hispanic guy, brain injury from
car accident. Has short term
memory-loss. Shane, age 41, black boy,
numb from neck on down. Mildly
retarded. Has motorized wheelchair. Billy, age 13, white kid, legs amputated from
car crash. Can’t read or write too well,
uses cheap wheelchair. For now, I just
observe, get use to being around them.
Moaning, slobbering and all that other shit they do normally.
August 3 – Went with Steve, early 40s, pot-bellied white
guy with dirty beard. Picked up his
client and observed him teach different skills.
His client couldn’t do any tasks.
Steve explained how to fill out paperwork, showed me how to cheat on
time limits. When do 30 minutes, put
down 60 minutes, so we get our full pay and don’t have to spend so much time
with the slobbering idiots. I like Steve
already.
August 5 – Gave Sonny-the-fag some cash, told him to be
gone when get home later, or he’d be one sorry cocksucker.
August 6 – Worked adult program, had me feed wheelchair
clients. Poor shits so over-medicated,
could hardly stay awake. Pretty sad,
staff keeps them doped so don’t have to mess with them.
August 7 – Boring.
Training class, watched stupid videos on how to deal with retards.
August 8 – Sister came by, gave me $20 and bag of
groceries, bottle of vodka, got drunk and fucked.
August 9 – Trained with Steve again, showed me how he
arrives at client’s house around dinner time and gets free meal. Sly dog thinks he’s a ladies’ man,
pot-bellied fat ass.
August 12 – Nightmare getting unbearable. Scares me.
August 13 – Adult program, retard attacked male staff
worker with broomstick, not hurt, had to restrain and medicate retard. These retards are strong when they lose their
tempers.
August 15 – Worked with Zelda, old white lady, showed me
how to screw off in style, just another lazy bitch.
August 17 – Training class again, spent rest of day at adult
program watching staff abuse retards.
Almost feel sorry for them, staff treat them like cattle.
August 18 – More training classes. Met new boss, William, age 26, fat black guy,
I’ll call him Willie. Won’t be my boss
until Sept.9th when he finishes his training.
August 23 – Worked with first client on my own, Shane,
can’t bathe himself so I bathe, oral hygiene, dress and groom him before we
start tasks. Thank God only have him one
day per week, I’m so tired of it already.
“Simon, why would you take a job with the
disabled clientele, when you obviously didn’t care for the group home
children?” she inquired with a puzzled look on her cheery face.
“Because no one wants to work with retards or
abused kids, so it’s easy to get hired on,” I said straight out.
“On August fifth, if Sonny hadn’t left as you
directed him to, what would you have done to him?”
“Roughed him up a bit, I suppose,” I said
without hesitation.
“Simon, did you have sexual relations with any
of your male clients?”
“Who in their right mind would want some
slobbering idiot to have sex with?” I said, somewhat agitated at her
suggestion.
“Simon, do you think individuals with mental
illnesses are idiots?” she shot back.
Trying to sound apologetic, “Ah, I was just
trying to make a point, but it came out wrong.”
“From your September fourth entry, to your
ending entry of March eighteenth, you make very few entries. Was there a reason for this?”
“Not really, I was just depressed I guess. My energy levels were low.”
