MongGrel
Lifer
- Dec 3, 2013
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I was an instructor for developmentally and physically disabled adults for a few years. The managers at the location I worked at were notoriously useless and the primary cause of horrible morale. For the most part, it was a dead end job; I'm glad I'm out of that place. But, when I was there, I took my position seriously and provided the best I could for those individuals I cared for each day. I had one female in my classroom, early 20's. She had contractures in her arms/wrists/hands and legs as a result of cerebral palsy. Due to this, per her doctor, her care included putting splints on to help keep her muscles stretched. Not putting them on would lead to even worse contractures in the future. Her doctor's orders were to put them on a certain number of times each day; twice while she was at her day program, then again in the evening at home (run by the same agency). It didn't take long before I noticed that her splints were returned in her bag exactly as they were packed when they were sent home. So, I rearranged how I put them away - leg splints in on top, arm splints on the bottom. They came back the next morning the same way. So, I went to my supervisor to report this - it's a case of neglect. He said he'd follow up, and he did. "I called the home and they have a log book that says they put them on." "They didn't. They're lying on the log book - they were never removed from her bag last night." So, after complaining again the next day, he called the home again. "They assured me that they put them on every night and signed the log book. Their word is good enough for me." So, the next day, the splints came back, rearranged in a most bizarre manner in the bag that made no sense. You would take them off one at a time - why would half of a leg splint be matched with half of an arm splint? So, my aide and I devised a plan to prove it - we put a large cornflake under the cushion in one of the splints. If the splint was worn, the cornflake would very easily break - it would harmlessly be crushed into dust. So, the next day, the splints came back, obviously rearranged in the bag in an unnatural manner. We took the doctored splint out and took a look - the cornflake was still intact. I went immediately to my supervisor to report neglect again.
*I* was chewed out for being unprofessional. Those who know me have never heard me get mad before. If you ask my kids how many times I raised my voice when they were growing up - almost never. People heard me that day. That was the point where I knew I needed to move on.
She died a year or so after I left, still in her 20's. Her life, I'm convinced, cut short by neglectful staff in her home, and management who didn't want to make waves.
It's been almost 20 years ago - that supervisor is now a politician involved in local politics.
Somehow, I am not surprised.
Fortunately, after a 18 month fight with the VFW I got my Grandmother in a good assisted living, about 4 years ago.
We keep tabs on her, seems a pretty nice place.
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