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A visual symphony Jay !
Perhaps we now we finally have a horror in common 
Wow. Just wow. I feel like I just saw the whole thing in glowing, pink and brown colour.
No wonder you drink. *G* Now pass that bottle.
Oh, THAT'S why I drink.
Reading that makes me want to drink...and it reminds me that I need a new tube of hydrocortisone.
Not a word of this is the least bit exaggerated, but it never seems overly incredible to me. It just is. Only when I say it out loud, usually at a later date, do I realize how odd my life sounds to other people. Oh, the things I've seen!
Alrighty then.
In the hands of most any other person, that would have just been gross.
Fortunately, you are not any other person.
Ah, but to her - you're an angel!
Good story. You're entitled to unlimited drinks.
You sure know how to stoke my fire, babydoll...
Thank you for another snapshot of your life. I paritcularly enjoy your stories about Christine, and you clearly have some fun in there amongst the horror!
WoW!
I'll never use ketchup again! Ha!
But good for you for spending the time with Christine.
The worst thing a job can be is boring. Fortunately, there are Christines in the world to keep your interesting. Are you still in touch with Christine?
Wow what a story Jay. But I know a few people just like Christine back home and they can be a challenge to be around to be honest with you. And you are right helping them work is a chore. You have to be right there at all times or else these things do happen.
Before they got rid of the program, my mom worked with mentally disabled kids. Teaching and training them to be more integrated into society and more independent. Unfortunately, some idiot thought it would be better for the kids to fend for themselves in regular classrooms.
Anyway, she still sees some of her 'kids' around town and is forever proud of them. They are far more independent, have jobs, live in 'apartments' (actually at a group home, but they get their own little places). Of course not all were able to achieve that, but a bunch did.
A job I could never do, glad there are those that can and do.
The whole time I was reading this, I was saying to myself, "No wonder she's drinks," and then I read your last line....
Gawd, you poor kid.
This living vicariously through my Blog-Family sometimes has its drawbacks (or maybe this is a perk?). It's 10:44 am. I'm going to the liquor store.
now I need a drink
you have filled me with memories that, frankly, I would prefer not to be filled with. You are abetter man thatn I, Gunga din
My mother works at a facility for mentaly handicaped folks.
Now I am reminded why I don't ask her about her work much.
My favorite thing you told us about Christine? She greets all bus drivers with a high five. I think everyone should greet everyone with a high five!
That's a good enough reason for me to start drinking! LOL. Now I have to catch up with the links you put in there.
What a sickening symphony of images....I want a drink too!
Oh man I had a Christine in my first co-op. Bless you I feel your pain.
I could go for a... Martini... too after reading that. And I'm off boobs for a week. Which is fine, because my wife's sis is staying with us right now and frisky action wouldn't be appropriate.
Are Martini's strong enough??
can you get me her number?
I love these stories so much.
I think you had a need to share these mental images with us to take some of the visual burden out of your mind...thanks...now all I can see is bushy pubes & huge honker brown nipples : )
I like that she dances on the bus.
Kenju is right, you're an angel, but not only to her. Good for you for doing work most people would find disgusting. Even the most troubled souls need to have someone to be their friend and advocate.
This was an awesome post for so many reasons.
I am a personal support worker, and I too have experienced the joy of helping someone bathe, and washing boobs that are not mine. I worked with the elderly, so I have seen soo many wrinkly boobs (and other parts)..Too many to count.
My x MIL works with special needs kids. She has a mulitude of stories.
I can remember a story about my brother paying his fare on the TTC with 250 pennies...An elderly man asked if he had been saving for his trip very long..He's not special needs, he's a hairdresser
I work with adults who have intellectual disabilities and I too have "seen a lot", for lack of a better phrase. I tell people that getting smacked on the head, kicked powerfully in the thigh is NOT out of the ordinary. I say, yeah, today at work I saw someone aggressively strip their clothes off and rip their pad off of their undies and throw it across the room. AFTER she hucked 5 or 6 chairs. And I still love my job!
Screaming with laughter here. I especially love the hair swirling around the drain like drowned rodents.
I used to work at a respite care facility and I'm sure Christine was there, too, except that she was called Lorna then.
I think I just threw up a little in my mouth ... My prayers go out to those waxers at beauty salons everywhere.
i cannot stop laughing! my coworkers are scared.
Takes a special person to do the work you do. You gave just the right touch to telling Christine's story. I've worked with some challenging patients but on a more limited somewhat different basis -- stroke, brain injury, dementia and other mental differences can, indeed, result in some pretty unusual behavior.
Now the question is did you help her? Or did she help you to grow as a person? Or both?
You're braver than I am.
this is why when we discovered a pool at our hotel over the weekend, I said "no thanks"....
I went to the bar instead.
The last image you just gave me-not cool! But, at least she's fun!
I almost shot soda out of my nose on your hair comments. You're a way better person than I am if you truly showed her the way to "hoe" the curly patch.
Thanks for the nightmares girlie. Now IM going to have to drink. Pfft. Who am I kidding? I drank before!
You really do have a kind soul.
I do love it when I learn as many lessons as I attempt to teach...
She does sound like a challenge, but at least she can make things interesting.
So you drink, so what, it's the only way I can deal with this fucked up world.
PROJECT UPDATE
I think I might need a drink just from the vicarious experience.
Ah, Jay. You are a lovely person and a delightful writer. And I think I may need a drink now, too!
Hey my loverly - Where are you?
Sweet Jesus...you might need a gag warning system for us sensitive folk.
I'm late but Wow! Christine! Big learning stuff there.
You drink and I still love you. Just sayin.
TG
I see in this why I was drawn to you...(no, I'm not 'over-run in the pube department thankyouverymuch) - because not only do you care, and dare to make a difference...but you do it with humor. Awesome post, & cheers! to you Jay.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, LADIES.
Hey Jay, I have missed your posts last week. Hope you get back to updating soon with another hialrious story.
I kinda like riding the bus too. I don't have to think, (except when it's time to get off the damn thing 
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i don't think i'll be complaining about my job for a while after reading this
As always, you truly deliver with your Christine stories. I actually know someone who doesn't have the handicaps Christine has, however, when I read your Christine stories, I invariably use this friend as my "visual" of what Christine must look like.
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