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Interestingly enough i got a flyer for this show in my work mailbox today.... It's called WE'RE TALKING TO YOU- and done by a troupe called THE INVISIBLE VILLAGE THEATER
I am definitely going to try and go- it looks pretty amazing- and i def think i will enjoy it- esp with how strongly i feel about that subject.
I also thought that i would share this with you- it was written by an individual (not from my site- but one from MERCY). It brought tears to my ears the first time i read it- and it helps me to relate to my individuals every day. It humbles me every time i read it and really helps to understand (even just a little) how the mentally retarded can feel.
YOU AND I
name withheld
I am a resident. You reside.
I am admitted. You move in.
I am aggressive. You are assertive.
I have behavioral problems. You are rude.
I am noncompliant. You don't like being told what to do.
When I ask you out to dinner, it is an outing. When you ask someone out, it is a date.
I don't know how many people have read the progress notes people write about me. You didn't speak to your best friend for a month after she read your journal.
I make mistakes during my check writing program. Someday I might get a bank account. You forgot to record some withdrawals from your account. The bank called to remind you.
I wanted to talk with the nice-looking person behind me at the grocery store, I was told it was inappropriate to talk to strangers. You met your spouse at the grocery store. They couldn't find the bean sprouts.
I celebrated my birthday yesterday with 5 other residents and 2 staff members. Your family threw you a surprise party.
My case manager sends a report every month to my guardian. It says everything I did wrong and some things I did right. You are still mad at your sister for calling your mom after you got a speeding ticket.
I am on a special diet because I am 5 pounds overweight. Your doctor gave up telling you.
I am learning household skills. You do housework.
I am learning leisure skills. Your shirt says you're a couch potato.
After I do my budget tonight, I might go to McDonald's if I have enough money. You were glad that the new French restarant took your charge card.
My case manager, psychologist, R.N., occupational therapist, physical therapist, nutritionist and house staff set goals for me for the next year. You haven't decided what you want out of life.
Someday I will be discharged,- maybe. You will move onward and upward.
I am definitely going to try and go- it looks pretty amazing- and i def think i will enjoy it- esp with how strongly i feel about that subject.
I also thought that i would share this with you- it was written by an individual (not from my site- but one from MERCY). It brought tears to my ears the first time i read it- and it helps me to relate to my individuals every day. It humbles me every time i read it and really helps to understand (even just a little) how the mentally retarded can feel.
YOU AND I
name withheld
I am a resident. You reside.
I am admitted. You move in.
I am aggressive. You are assertive.
I have behavioral problems. You are rude.
I am noncompliant. You don't like being told what to do.
When I ask you out to dinner, it is an outing. When you ask someone out, it is a date.
I don't know how many people have read the progress notes people write about me. You didn't speak to your best friend for a month after she read your journal.
I make mistakes during my check writing program. Someday I might get a bank account. You forgot to record some withdrawals from your account. The bank called to remind you.
I wanted to talk with the nice-looking person behind me at the grocery store, I was told it was inappropriate to talk to strangers. You met your spouse at the grocery store. They couldn't find the bean sprouts.
I celebrated my birthday yesterday with 5 other residents and 2 staff members. Your family threw you a surprise party.
My case manager sends a report every month to my guardian. It says everything I did wrong and some things I did right. You are still mad at your sister for calling your mom after you got a speeding ticket.
I am on a special diet because I am 5 pounds overweight. Your doctor gave up telling you.
I am learning household skills. You do housework.
I am learning leisure skills. Your shirt says you're a couch potato.
After I do my budget tonight, I might go to McDonald's if I have enough money. You were glad that the new French restarant took your charge card.
My case manager, psychologist, R.N., occupational therapist, physical therapist, nutritionist and house staff set goals for me for the next year. You haven't decided what you want out of life.
Someday I will be discharged,- maybe. You will move onward and upward.