His name is Roger.
Given the current state of my appeal to the Washington State Department of Social and Health Services Division of Developmental Disabilities (WS DSHS DDD) the employees of which are apparently too busy to respond to my Request For Hearing in a timely manner, I have sought and found some additional care giving hours and in so doing have made a new friend.
Roger is a tremendous guy who for all of his 57 years has dealt with the challenges of Read more…
How about a good rant today?
Let me begin by reminding you that I’ve been a long-time care giver and have over the years provided care for a number of family members. Since January 9, 2000, 4:00 a.m. (I just remember the time since that was when she arrived at our home following her whirlwind trip from Helena, Montana - long story), I’ve been taking care of my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Elisabeth, or as we call her, Beth.
Beth
Beth has been and is a tremendous blessing to our family and household. She has a great sense of humor and loves to carry on both sides of a conversation. To listen to her go on and on with herself about who’s getting in trouble (she absolutely loves it when someone else is in the “hot seat”) or who is going to be in trouble is quite an irresistible eavesdrop.
She knows and accepts the fact that part of my “job,” the reason I get paid the big bucks, is to be a pest to her.
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