Writing Prompts and Drama

I was cleaning out my photos and found these writing prompts. I want to do these eventually, but today isn’t the day. 

I’m having an even harder time in life today than yesterday. My 93 year old aunt was kicked out of an assisted living facility for assaulting another resident. My aunt is my mom’s sister, and they are 13 years apart. My aunt is extremely abusive and has always gotten away with it. I have a very large family on my mom’s side, and most of them all have stories of abuse from this aunt. I’m not sure exactly what happened with the other resident of the assisted living, but it sounds like she tried to hold her head under water. I think the other lady is ok, but even my own mom is now saying that my aunt held her head under water when she was 10. So my aunt would have been 23 at the time. Old age and dementia isn’t an excuse if you’ve been doing it for 70 years. She never did this to me, but she did other abusive things to me. She has never ever been held accountable. I was hoping she would go to jail, but instead, she is in a psychiatric ward with a geriatric wing. That’s the next best thing to jail. No one would ever hold her accountable enough to put her in real jail. I honestly hope she gets put into solitary.  And maybe she’ll die there. I’m not sorry for saying that. 

I went yesterday to the four hour shift for the client whose care plan made her look like a difficult person. I basically spent three and a half hours walking her through how to order DoorDash. It was difficult, but I didn’t mind, because that’s what she asked me to do. She had to download the app first, and reset her Apple password. Then set up the DoorDash account. Then finally ordered fajitas. Once the fajitas were ordered, she saw that Kroger was also on DoorDash, so I guided her step by step how to search for all the items she said she needed. Then when she tried to check out, her card was declined. Her card went through for the fajitas though. They arrived. I explained to her that she needed to call the bank and she got very irate. She started accusing me of doing something fraudulent with her card.  I never even touched her credit card, she entered it in herself with a lot of prompting from me. Kevin said “Maybe she entered a number wrong”. I said no, because if she did then the fajitas would have also been declined. I think the fajitas put her card over the limit, but didn’t tell her I suspected that. I had to text gift card boss the entire story, and she reassured me “not to let it bother me” and that she’s having several financial problems right now. 

I thought to myself, well then how is she paying for a home caregiver?  This is only the second week that she’s had care at all, and I was the fourth person to go see her. 

To tell you the truth, this was pretty shitty. It took me a LONG time to show her that, and I had a TON of patience. Then she “thanks” me by the false accusation. 

I hope she actually pays gift card boss. I kind of think that her card is going to be declined there too, especially if it was declined for $100 in groceries. 

 

Choices

 A while back, I posted on here that all of the years I spent working with children and the elderly were essentially the result of a gaggle of people around me when I was younger who were mad that I wanted to be a mom. “Why bring a child into the world?” They all demanded. “Why not do something meaningful for a child who already exists?!?!”  I didn’t realize it at the time, but they essentially didn’t care about people already existing, they just wanted to be mad at me. At the time, I said “ok!” And dove in, didn’t look back, leaned in, got my hands dirty, and developed a ton of vicarious trauma. I am not saying that to complain, though, I think it’s all been mostly good. I feel like I had fun, learned extremely valuable lessons, and made a difference. I do not regret it for the most part. Some, if not most of it, I would do again. 

Vicarious trauma absolutely sucks, though. My last therapist, who dumped me based on “scheduling” diagnosed me with chronic PTSD (complex PTSD isn’t in the DSM-5, so if you see someone saying they were diagnosed with it, it’s not entirely true). In the USA, the diagnoses for insurance companies have to align with the DSM-5. Complex-PTSD is however, in the ICD-11.  When the DSM-6 publishes, and they change their minds about this stuff again, then you will see more people with actual diagnoses of complex-PTSD

More than two decades ago, I worked for about 3 years doing the inventory service that I recently worked at for another three years (which is where I met my husband).  At the time, I liked it a lot, and I thought it was easy money. But as a young person at the time, I was absolutely not allowed to say that I was content doing that. I had older people all the time, literally in my face with their finger, telling me that I BETTER go back to school and do something else. It’s ironic that I went back to that job so many years later in order to clean up the mess that listening to that advice caused, but that’s a post for another day. I also did the side jobs on the apps, which were mostly display compliance and mystery shops. I went all over nine states with that endeavor and made a killing during the pandemic. You can’t make a killing with it anymore (I guess unless another pandemic happens).  That REALLY helped me recover from college. 

One thing the apps introduced me to is merchandising using planograms. Talking about these apps with others online led me to discover that there are several companies who hire people to do this full time. 

About a week ago, I had that epiphany- the one where I realized that all of the helping jobs I’ve ever had didn’t really come from an innate “calling”, and that it was just from people being mad at me for wanting to have kids someday. Even though I do not have a lot of regrets directly, I do kind of feel like all of my trauma symptoms didn’t have to happen. The more I write about working with children and the elderly, the more I realize that I have DEALT WITH A TON. And for extremely low pay. I think it’s fair to ask why me?  

I started to think, what if I just spent the rest of my days doing advocacy through writing and working as a full time merchandiser?  

The merchandiser app has been sending me a lot of route offers lately with good travel bonuses and “just because” bonuses. I always cringe when I hit no thanks. I could really just dive into that and do better not just financially but with my mental health. The thing is, I feel like I do not have a choice. Technically I do. There is a lot of pressure to not want to “do retail the rest of your life”. The people that say that sure do like to shop though. I know “according to the law” it’s my choice. But just because you aren’t trying to make something illegal for someone to choose doesn’t mean that person isn’t phased by pressure and expectations. 

As far as today, I have to work with this lovely woman whose care plan makes her out to be an absolute tool. I’m actually curious what she’s like. Luckily, the shift is only four hours. I’m going to text gift card boss after work to tell her how it went. I can tell gift card boss is uptight about this client. I’m fundamentally exhausted. 

Stuff I’m working on

 I’m currently reading a book called Save the Cat Writes a Young Adult Novel by Jessica Brody. She has a method of writing called the save the cat method, and wow. For every little aspect of the save the cat method that she talks about, I can pinpoint exactly where in my book applies. That’s a good sign for me! 

Tomorrow I’m working for a caregiving client that I think several other people have worked with and refuse to go back to. Gift card boss didn’t say precisely that, but it was implied. Her care plan makes her sound extremely difficult. It’s actually comical, but I didn’t laugh. Well just have to see how it goes. I might be the one person that she likes. That’s happened to me before. 

Also with today being International Women’s Day, I just have one question:

How is it “all about choice” if we always have to explain our choices and are always grilled about “whether we made the choices for patriarchal reasons” or not?  Food for thought, and something I struggle with even though I know better than to talk about it in detail. 

New Writing Method

I designated a spiral notebook to do the following with the book I want to write: I am handwriting the events in the book one by one, in order, not trying to sound good, and skipping 5-6 lines between each one. That way, if I think of another “event” or thing to put in between two events/things I already listed, then I can jot it between them in the five lines. If I think of even more things to put between two events/things, then I have sticky notes in the shape of a finger pointing. This is a chartreuse colored notebook that I got for $1.49 back when school was starting. 

Gift card boss has laid off of the gift cards.  Maybe they told her to, idk.  This weekend I have to relieve the caregiver that was saving them for a she-shed.  She and I appear to be relieving each other every 12 hours a couple times.  

I’m going to join the insecure writers’ support group, but I want to make sure I’m fully able to respond to comments first. I did for a while, now I’m not. 

 First of all yes I did delete all posts on this blog and am starting over. I’ve done that every couple years since 2005. I admire people who can keep up with it for decades. As for me, when my life changes, I delete blogs and posts. I feel like there has been so much shift in my life that I can start over with my daily notes. 

Tuesday I drove to San Marcos and took Anna to dinner and shopping. She wanted to try a Greek place that is unfortunately what happens when rednecks try to open a Greek restaurant. I never thought I would turn into one of those old Greek ladies that criticizes non Greeks making Greek food, but here I am. Above is an appetizer called whipped feta with hot honey drizzle. It looks like olive oil, but it’s honey. Then to make matters worse, they added banana peppers.  My daughter wanted to try it, but she’s been dipping feta into ketchup since she was a toddler. 

I’m working a lot more on my writing. I do realize that I do not always use proper grammar and punctuation on my blogs, but that’s because I’m word vomiting here. Any real writing project, of course I would edit. 

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was 7 years old. It’s been the most controversial thing about me for four decades. I just don’t care anymore, because it’s what I want to do. Any suggestions for classes, groups, workshops, software etc appreciated.