I clearly recall the day that James* entered the facility I am employed at. His family just dumped him and left.
I was still a volunteer at that time and was assisting one of the Diversional Therapists in calling Hoy. A group of staff members walked past us with him. They were telling James that the car park was just on the other side of the building at the end of the path. I knew they were lying. The only thing at the end of the path was Violet wing. Violet is the dementia unit. Continue reading
guilt
I didn’t mean to…
This evening, I’m a bit down on myself. Today someone said something to me that hurt. In doing so, she pointed out a flaw in my character and damn it, I’ve spent so long trying to fix my flaws that this one wasn’t something I expected. Continue reading