Hello! My name is John and I live in San Diego, California. I’m not sure where to begin, so I’ll start from the beginning.
Growing up, I was your typical fat nerd. Instead of playing sports I preferred playing video games and Yu-Gi-Oh (the card game). I had my first heartbreak in high school with a girl who I thought liked me. Let’s call her Emily. Emily was gorgeous. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she was also in great shape since she played tennis. In my senior year of high school, Emily was failing her Biology class. When she asked me to tutor her, I overwhelmingly obliged. I probably spent 10 hours per week for 4 weeks tutoring her. I also didn’t charge her for my time. During our tutoring sessions, she would give me signs that she was interested in me (I thought so, at least). She would always hug me after every tutoring session, and tell me how much she appreciated my help. She even invited me for dinner at her parent’s house one evening after her grades improved. So, when senior prom approached, I asked her to be my date. The disgust on her face after I asked her almost made me collapse. She made up some lie that she wasn’t going to prom and that she just wanted to be friends with me. I didn’t go to my prom, but she did. She eventually deleted me from her Facebook and avoided any conversation with me before we graduated. In retrospect, I’m glad Emily rejected me. She was a bitch who later got pregnant and was forced to drop out of college. I’m also glad I experienced this form of rejection when I was young since I thought women were perfect. My parents raised me to always respect women, and to defend them under any circumstances. What a load of bulls~~~! Women can fend for themselves.
The reason I chose to name myself as “Caregiver” is because I work as a caregiver, or home health aide. I’ve been working for several caregiving agencies for about 6 years now. After high school I didn’t go to college immediately since I didn’t know what I wanted to do. After volunteering for 5 months at my local hospital, I thought I would try working as a caregiver for elderly people with Dementia/Alzheimer’s Disease. Most studies show that 40% of caregivers are men. That is complete bulls~~~! I think the true percentage is 20% men and 80% women. The bulk of what I’ve learned about women is due to my job as a caregiver.
When I first started working as a caregiver, I had little experience. My only previous job was a lumber associate at Home Depot for 1 year. My job duties included: changing diapers, driving the patient to his/her doctor’s appointments, house chores, dispensing medication, and bathing and feeding the patient. At first, I hated my job. The smell of s~~~ and p~~~ stays on you like a hooker’s perfume, even after you’ve left the patient’s house. Nevertheless, the money was good ($15-$18 an hour) and I was learning valuable experience. I was also able to attend college part-time around my work schedule. The first year of working for the agency was great until my supervisor (a man) left the company. Then hell broke loose.
The owner of the agency replaced my supervisor with this 55 year old menopausal bitch. Let’s call her Shirley. I don’t know if Shirley hated all men, but she hated me for some reason. At the time, I was working four days a week at this particularly nice case. The client was an older man with Dementia. He was funny though, and we would drive to the beach in the afternoons for walks. One day, I received a call from Shirley informing me that my client didn’t want to see me anymore (which was bulls~~~), and that I’ve been reassigned to a new case. The truth was that she gave my shifts away to another caregiver who had been working for the agency longer than I. When I arrived to this new case, the caregiver who I was relieving had s~~~ smeared on her scrubs. The caregiver looked anxious and said to me, “Goodluck!” This client’s name was Amina, and she had severe Dementia/Alzheimer’s Disease. During my 8 hour shift, Amina constantly screamed at me, yelling “Get out of my f~~~ing house before I call the police!” She also hit me several times with her cane. I almost quit that day, but managed to survive until the next caregiver relieved me. I went to my agency afterwords.
When I walked into the office, my supervisor, Shirley, was grinning at me. Shirley must have weighed 250 lbs at least. I told her that I wanted a new case. Shirley replied, “Well, I don’t know, John. We really need a man to work for Amina. You know how she gets sometimes.” The smile on her pig face made me realize that I had to get out of there as fast as possible. When I returned home I wrote a letter of resignation and dropped it off at my agency in the evening. I made up some excuse how I needed more time for school. I should have mentioned Shirley, but i didn’t.
Over the next five years I jumped around caregiving agencies. It’s surprising that you don’t need much credentials to become a caregiver. If you have a CPR certificate and can pass a background check, then you’re good as gold. Although, I heard that California has recently passed new laws to help regulate the caregiving agencies. One common thing I’ve noticed among every agency is that the bulk of caregivers tend to be older women (ages 40-55) who were not smart enough to become nurses or even CNAs. Many of these women are divorced with children. Let me give you one such example.
A few years ago, I was working for a wealthy elderly man who had Parkinson’s Disease. I would usually work 8 hour shifts, and then my co-worker would relieve me. I had worked with this co-worker for about 6 months before she started flirting with me. She managed to get my cell phone number from the patient’s personal phonebook (my number was there in case of an emergency). Let’s call her Maria. She was a 50 year old grandmother with big t~~~ and kinda chubby. She was born in Brazil, so she still had her accent even though she had lived in the United States for 15 years. At first, she would send me work-related text messages. After a month, she stepped up her game. She started sending me provocative messages, telling me how she wanted to f~~~ me in the client’s house. I toyed with her, asking her to send me nude pictures. She happily sent them. I never had any interest in f~~~ing her, I just wanted to see what she would do. I thank Emily, my high school crush, for opening my eyes about the truth about women. I had a feeling Maria wanted to trap me in a relationship, either to sue the agency for sexual harassment or file false rape accusations if I broke off any relationship. The day I told her that I didn’t want to text her anymore, she angrily cursed me in Portuguese and told me to f~~~ off. It made me happy knowing that I had thwarted her plans to seduce me.
I find it funny that female caregivers feel entitled to an easy case without much work involved. From my six years experience, I have never seen so much backstabbing between caregivers. These women will lie about each other to the agency in order to get the case to themselves. I’ve had some women accuse me of not vacuuming or folding the laundry properly, but I don’t care anymore. I think one reason so many older women flock to caregiving is because they feel they can control the situation, or the patient. Many of these patients can easily be manipulated into signing paperwork or giving away money. Fortunately, most of my clients have personal fiduciaries who closely manage their finances. At the end of this year I will have my bachelors in Human Biology. My next goal is to become a Physician Assistant.
I would like to thank everyone who has contributed to this growing community. I enjoy reading your stories and life experiences. Thank you for reading!
P.S. Since I live in San Diego, I usually journey to Tijuana, Mexico a few times a year. If anyone needs a tour of the local red light district (look up Hong Kong Gentleman’s Club), then hit me up.
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