Gay Seniors Struggling to Find Safe Retirement Housing

Gay Seniors Struggling to Find Safe Retirement Housing

 As a care giver, a PSW and a human being who also has a private life, it is NONE OF MY BUSINESS whether or not a resident of mine is gay, bi, lesbian, transgender or prefers trees. In fact, it is NO BODY’S business except theirs.
This should not impact the care you give these people. This should not affect your thoughts regarding these individuals. A persons sexual preference – whether they are 65+ or not – is not relevant in ANYTHING. Do you get me? This has always upset me and the fact that this is also an issue for people who have sacrificed and seen more heartbreaking things than we can ever imagine upsets me even more.

You Know Your Job Is Awesome When:

..the EMS guys ask if you’re having a rave because MuchMoreMusic is playing in the t.v room.

..your residents accuse you of drinking because you tripped on your own pants.

..the call bell goes off on it’s own and you wonder if your nursing home really is haunted.

..you hear curse words you wouldn’t say yourself come out of a 90 year old woman’s mouth.

..you get to celebrate someone’s 104th Birthday.

..your boss wants to talk about your tattoos during your yearly evaluation.

..your boss thinks your awesome (seriously).

..you can wear yoga pants to work instead of scrubs.

..you can wear scrubs with Betty Boop, Charlie Brown and Disney characters on them.

..your superiors buy everyone pizza. Just because.

..when a resident compliments you and is genuinely happy to have you around.

..you wake up every morning looking FORWARD to work.

..you don’t mind working holidays and weekends.

..they send cute EMS guys over when someone has to be sent to the hospital.

..dancing in the dining room is totally acceptable.

..watching The Sound of Music is or any other movie a normal day at work.

..you get enjoyment in talking about bowel movements and urine samples in front of people who find it uncomfortable.

..being called a bastard isn’t insulting.

..you and your senile resident agree that men are assholes.

..when the people you work with – both staff and resident – appreciate your hard work and caring nature.

 

 

& They Say That A Hero Can Save Us.

I don’t own a cape but if I did it would be purple. BRIGHT purple, like Grape Crush or the powdered purple juice we all drank as kids. It would go all the way down to my feet and look like I had wings when I run against the wind. Fly I would, high above everyone looking for seniors in need of a helping hand. Diaper change? I’m on it. You’ve lost your shoe? I’ll find it! You hear voices in your room? I’ll scare them off and tell them not to bug you again or they’ll have to answer to me.

Everyone would applaud after each mission and little girls will have dreams about being me when they’re older. SUPER PSW is my name and I am always at the rescue.

Seriously.

Sometimes this is what it feels like. Situations arise that you have no control over and the only thing one can do is pull up their big girl pants, put on the imaginary cape and haul ass.

When you’re used to working with 3 of us super heroes but only 2 show up, it’s like the Joker pulled a fast one on Batman. Or Captain Kirk dissed Spock’s mom. In these situations commanding the Enterprise and gassing up the Bat mobile is the only thing you can do.
Complaining about your work load helps no one and frankly, we don’t want to hear it. The key is TEAM WORK, TIME MANAGEMENT and most importantly: A SENSE OF HUMOUR.

If you can’t laugh in this line of work, you’ll get eaten alive, one soiled extra-large diaper at a time.

If I were a super hero, I’d want to be like Wonder Woman. … and hook up with Iron Man.