Support Work~ Self~ And Thank You Fellow Bloggers..

I would just like to say a Big Thank you for all who have taken the time and trouble to comment upon my recent posts. I apologise for not as yet having replied or visited your own Blogs in return. But I have read many   of your Excellent posts via email on my phone..  I am hoping to work my way around those who have visited very soon..

Working as a  Relief Support Worker, Life is often fraught with unexpected added hours of work.. I knew I had a heavy schedule already booked working through last weekend along with days in the week, But due to staff shortages and staff illness I found myself covering more hours including double back to back shifts  which left no time for anything else.

When you support people 24/7 like I do, they come first.. and then I had to put myself second, And WP came in last, as you need to switch off your brain especially if you have been on duty some 15 hrs from 7-30am to 10-30pm and sleeping on call…  So this is the first time I have opened my Laptop in 9 days…

I would just like to say once again to all of you who follow Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary on a Regular Basis and who visit and comment, how much I appreciate your comments, Please bare with me while I work through the backlog…

In the mean time, Here is a poem written about those with Learning Disabilities I did not write this one, but it was given to me by a friend.

I will be visiting you Soon! ~ Blessings to you ALL….

Thank you for your visit!

~Sue~ 

Waiting for my carer.

The falling leaves fall no more
The morning bell rings at the door
It’s not that I can really explore
My feelings remain locked inside for evermore
The bell rings twice and the door swings open
I listen intently waiting for my turn
From the bed I can see the sunlight streaming through
While I wonder who is at my door
I sit and wait no longer caring
For everything I do has to be sharing
The rustle of leaves circle the driveway
I cannot see yet, it’s still the middle of May
From downstairs the sounds of bacon cooking reach my avid senses
As I sit alone awaiting as my carer commences
I know she here, the clock struck eight, she will be mine at nine
My beds wet and the sheets smell rank
It’s not that I can help it, there’s no money in the bank
Everything seems so hopeless, when all I want to do is my thing
Go out to the shops and buy myself a wedding ring
To glimpse the dawn to hear the dear and the fawn
Wouldn’t it be nice to sit on my own front lawn?
The world goes by, passing everyday
Nothing I do or say makes any difference to my dismay
The leaves fall no more
The summers come I can tell
I am like an empty shell
Living in my own make-see hell
Everything will be ok at nine
It will all be just fine
My carer comes in and makes my bed
She washes my hair and sings to me
Tells me that one day I will be like an angel in heaven
Adorned in silk and satins with wings as bright as the sunlight
I am pleased she cares, even if it’s just four days a week
For she’s the only one who comes who speaks to me
My learning disability is really not my own
It belongs to all of us whoever we are
No matter how much I have grown
My thoughts are short as if on loan
At least I have my carer who never seems to groan
Up and ready it’s time for breakfast even if it is now cold
I guess it will be like this until I am very old
I hear the birds in the garden and the crickets
Where would I be without my carers?
As if I have a choice?
Still, I love my life, it’s my own
No matter how much people say to me
I am not theirs to own.

By L.D.