This one resident, lets call her....Lucy (fer) ((Bill Engval joke, haha)), will do anything to be at the center of our attention. It has been this way since day one of her being at this place. In the four or so months she's been here, she has caused more drama than one usually sees in a semester in a girls dorm. Well, perhaps not quite, but I hope my point was taken, which was she causes a lot of drama.
Anyway.
This resident has done everything in the book to grasp any form of attention from my boss, Alex, myself, and the other 23 residents who reside here. She knows how to manipulate others to get them to feel sorry for her and to give her money or food or things in general. Example: she was all in to the Adventist church and even got baptized. All into it, that is, until my boss called up to the church and told them to stop giving her money. When that happened, guess what Lucy did? She's all about some other denomination church who "treats her better." Every resident is sick of her, Alex and I and my boss are all sick of her drama.
She's a lesbian, then she isn't one. She wants this girl, or that girl, then no girls at all. Let's go for boys now. No, they won't do what she wants either. She's moving out in a month, then she's staying forever. She's your best friend, then she hates your guts--all because she thought you said something about her. She knows how to manipulate your emotions so you feel sorry for her, sob stories about her childhood and the regional center. Boo hoo and woe is me and all that jazz.
I used to feel bad for her and genuinely wanted to help her succeed. I felt sorry that she couldn't seem to grasp the idea that people will like you better if you're less obnoxious, if you don't manipulate them to get what you want. They're more willing to deal with you if your outbursts of anger weren't so volatile and frequent. I've stopped feeling bad for her. I've stopped giving her advice, because while she asks for it, she doesn't really want advice. What she wants is for people to tell her what to do and how to live so she doesn't have to do anything.
I'm sorry, honey, but life doesn't work that way. If you want people telling you what to do and how to feel and how to act, go back to the regional center. I've tried to help her, tried to explain that life is about choices and how you act to people, how you react to the different types of shit thrown at you.
I've decided that her therapist is the dumbest woman on earth. After all the instability and the drama and the crap, the stupid woman STILL allows Lucy to be on self-meds, which means we are no longer responsible for making sure she takes her meds on time, in the right order, etc etc.
Last night, for some reason, she decided she needed to go to the mental hospital (which she'd need to figure out her own ride there as we aren't allowed to drive the residents anywhere) and called up to Alex right as dinner was about to be served. He asked if it was an emergency, like need an ambulance emergency, or could it wait until after dinner so 23 people weren't waiting on her. She said "whatever", and hung up.
She decided, I guess, to make it an ambulance emergency.
After dinner, she came upstairs and told Alex she took the rest of her meds set. Four days worth of pills. He told her to throw them up and she refused. She wanted to talk to either me or the woman who runs the place, she refused to talk to him. He came upstairs and asked me what to do and I said "call the ambulance and text the boss, let her know whats going on." So he did. I don't think she thought he would actually call, because when she heard him say "yes, I have a resident who has taken four days worth of meds" she ran out the door. When the paramedics arrived, she told them she was fine now, she puked them all up and there was no need to go to the hospital. The guy in charge basically told her "nice try, you're coming with us anyway."
And that was just one day. I really hope my boss kicks her out after this. Even if the hospital clears her and doesn't send her to the regional center, she can't be here any more. Alex and I cannot keep dealing with shit like this, it's not what we're paid to do or qualified to deal with.
Thank GOD for vacation. Hello, Colorado. I'll see you tomorrow.
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