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Well, I met my replacement--a beautiful 18 year-old Somalian girl who has been in America since she was in middle school. She's going to school for nursing so she might be better suited to this job than I am.
I still feel so, so bad for her. Cynthia told her that by October she'll be taking care of her own bathroom matters. October will be a year since I started helping her. A year and she still can't help herself in any way whatsoever. She won't even try. She's been given occupational therapists and tools and suggestions and she simply won't even try. How on earth does she think that anything is going to happen in two months that hasn't happened in ten months? Or in three years?
Also, she gave the malarky about how, before another year is out, the job will entail helping Cynthia with going outside and doing outdoor physical therapy and helping her recover from her agoraphobia. Again, if it hasn't happened in three years, why should it happen in one?
This poor girl is so sweet and she makes me feel incredibly lazy, having worked so hard for so long to reach a very difficult (and expensive!) goal. I just hope that everything works out for her. I do hope, too, honestly and truly, that all of Cynthia's predictions DO come to pass. I still do want to see her get better. Hopefully, with just limited caregiver time and not having someone at her constant beck and call and with Dave finally putting his foot down about some things, she'll force herself into gear.
I'm not expecting it, though...
I still feel so, so bad for her. Cynthia told her that by October she'll be taking care of her own bathroom matters. October will be a year since I started helping her. A year and she still can't help herself in any way whatsoever. She won't even try. She's been given occupational therapists and tools and suggestions and she simply won't even try. How on earth does she think that anything is going to happen in two months that hasn't happened in ten months? Or in three years?
Also, she gave the malarky about how, before another year is out, the job will entail helping Cynthia with going outside and doing outdoor physical therapy and helping her recover from her agoraphobia. Again, if it hasn't happened in three years, why should it happen in one?
This poor girl is so sweet and she makes me feel incredibly lazy, having worked so hard for so long to reach a very difficult (and expensive!) goal. I just hope that everything works out for her. I do hope, too, honestly and truly, that all of Cynthia's predictions DO come to pass. I still do want to see her get better. Hopefully, with just limited caregiver time and not having someone at her constant beck and call and with Dave finally putting his foot down about some things, she'll force herself into gear.
I'm not expecting it, though...