Sometimes, when a client walks in and you're stuck in a little room with them listening to quite the tale you wish you could have a hidden recorder so you could capture just how surreal the conversation is and share it with others. I had one of those this week, a story so out there it seems very unlikely to be true.
The really heartbreaking ones are the ones who have zero idea that they're mentally off and by all outward appearances seem on the level.
The other really heartbreaking ones are ones you knew were going to end up being victims of heartless assholes. See: the sweet old man who came in about a year ago for assistance because he was literally sending every penny he had to his wonderful, kind, sweet, young wife in the Philippines. His wonderful, kind, sweet young wife he met after his spouse of 50+ years passed away and he took a mission trip to help overcome his loneliness...
Yeah. Fast forward a year later and he didn't really take my hints that perhaps to save money he stop sending his new wife every penny. He was in the office again looking for help, just sobbing about her - he'd worked and paid to get her a visa, she was here less than two months and said she wanted to go home. So he flew her home, went with her until she also told him she hated him and to get out of the house that his money fixed up all nice and pretty for her.
I swear to you - those who take advantage of and abuse the vulnerable (aged, children, disabled) are some of the worst of humanity and I hope karma gets them in the end.
Anyway. Longest week in a while - we've had months of quiet, but that seems to be over. Funny how vacation weeks fly by! I feel like I'm still slightly behind the eight ball with work stuff, but I'm not stressing. I learned long ago that you can only do what you can do, and stressing about it only makes it seem even more overwhelming. I will get my rhythm back. But now it's Saturday and I laze like this fella:
His name is Bernie. He's aged, fat and was left tied up at the front of the shelter during off hours, which I think is illegal. Poor old guy is just the sweetest thing you will ever meet. Love, love, loves tummy rubs, even if he's so chubby it's hard to right himself once he's all done with them. Walks consist of a few short steps and then mini siestas. Bless him. I wish now I hadn't moved bedrooms upstairs or had found a single story home - I can see myself wanting to adopt the old dogs to give them a nice home to spend their last years.