The Chronicles of a Caregiver

Turn Off The Fucking light You Fat Bitch

All names have been changed

I believe this was my first year working as a caregiver or maybe early my secon, I was working in a community home. I hated it because I perfered one on one. I had over 10 clients to see in a matter of 3 hours. We would have 15 minutes to do their medications, or 30 minutes to shower them. Yeah I know not a lot of time right?

Its 2021 now and Im fine seeing multiple people but just dont give me a certain time frame. Id do better one on one or answering call lights.

I hated this facility in particular because they got me messed up for someone else and dresscoded me for wearing a crop top and okay, Im 350 pounds I would NEVER wear a crop top. Ive never worn one in my entire life!

Joe was on my list of people to see he was either second or third on my list.

Joe had dementia. He liked to talk. A lot. He usually is a really nice guy. But not today.

I walked into his room and he was sleeping, I hate waking people up, but Sometimes you gotta do ot. So, I lightly shake him and ask him if he could sit up for 5 minutes to take his medication.

This whole situation was most likely my fault because I shouldn't have been persistent. I should've came back in 15 minutes and tried again. But I disnt.

I set the pills down and shake Joe gently again this time he snaps at me.

"Turn off the fucking lights hou fat bitch," Joe screams at me and he swung at me, my first combative client.

I immediately turned around and threw away his medication (I know you should never throw away medication but It was not a safe situation for him for me to be in the room or he was just going to get more aggressive so that was the first thing I thought of.) Then I got the hell out of there.

I went up to my office and called my work and explained the situation to them and they said they would call his son.

This was my first real interaction where someone cursed or even tried to hit me. The rest were my clients just being passive agressive.

I was always bullied in school for my weight and I know you cant take things that your clients say personally and I didnt. But let me tell you, it still stung.

My work called his family and when they talked to Joe he became more lucid and infact he forgot the whole thing. I went back to his room and gave him his medication and he apologized sincerely.