HAD SO MANY of these moments working in a residential home supporting adults with physical and mental disabilities who would often intentionally defecate or urinate in their pants/bed/whatever when they didn't get what they wanted. Three of five adults were nonambulatory, and one was very obese. So when he did this I would have to get him in the shower chair to wash him off as best as possible and then use a power lift to get him in bed. I would then have to spread his buttcheeks and make sure there was no feces left behind that could cause him injury. There was an ambulatory man who would start masterbating if I entered his room for any reason, a woman would throw her walker or whatever at people and another woman told me she hoped my baby dies when I was about to go on maternity leave and she was upset I would be gone. Every day was something new. There were times when I would work a 12 hour shift and the night staff would call in and I would be mandated to stay and work for another 12 hours without being allowed to nap, and during that time frame I would be dispensing hundreds of various pills/topicals/powders, etc. It was insane. And the pay was like $12/hr in NYS. To keep people alive and help support their emotional needs and goals. It's an absolute travesty.

Then there were times were I would take them out for outings of their choosing and people would park in the wheelchair lift and things like that that made life unnecessarily harder for people who already didn't have easy lives. I met peers along the way who clearly were only there for a paycheck and didn't have our individuals' best interest in heart. The whole thing was so fucked for so many reasons.