Multitudes-A Way Too Long List Of Things Broken And Taken By My Past Caregivers

Posting this mainly for my records. Because the two people, a brother and sister, whom i let into my home and trusted to care for me from July 7, 2018 through June 21, 2019, took so much from me that i am only now way too slooooooowly trying to replace.

Things The Brother Broke 

*A shiny black and silver chrome butterfly candle wax scent burner i had in my kitchen that i really enjoyed because—butterflies—the nice scents that filled my house—and the way it lit up my kitchen counter where it sat.

*A large one quart sized glass pitcher with Cobalt Blue trim that i used to keep all of my rocks in.

*One large office-sized stapler

*One purple electronic rechargeable Swifferjet mop

*A green Hoover upright vacuum cleaner with attachments, i had bought in 2012, with money from the sale of my car.

*My Klipsche computer speakers and subwoofer that i had on my desktop computer, I really enjoyed the way they sounded. He replaced those speakers with speakers that are hard to adjust the volume on, and they are also quite shitty-sounding.

Things The Brother AND Sister Both Took/Stole/Misplaced

This is a quite long list, folks, so grab a cup or glass of your favorite beverage, iced, or warm, and relax and read on, please.

*A five step step ladder i had also purchased in 2012 with the money i had from the sale of my car.

*Two large green travel duffle bags i had purchased from Amazon

*A large black canvas suitcase on wheels with handle that a friend bought for me

*One small zipper travel carrying case big enough to carry all makeup, cosmetics, medications, vitamins, etc., in case i travel

*A $25 dollar complete manicure-pedicure case i also bought on Amazon—i did finally replace that this month.

*Five adult coloring books that a friend and my sister both bought for me

*Two decorative plastic bowls i bought to organize and keep my coinage change in. One was teal blue, the other white with teal blue fish on it.

*A full length mirror i had bought in 2007 at Target

*One of my heavy duty beige-colored folding chairs is still missing.

*One twelve piece screwdriver set i also bought on Amazon—i also just replaced that this month.

*A 17″ HP computer monitor

*One 54 set of multi-colored gel pens for coloring

*All of my fine tip and wide tip Crayola markers for drawing, art.

*Most of my multi-colored Sharpies

*All of my highlighter pens

*All of my sketch pads i would do my drawing and art on

*All of my multi-colored file folders

*Two pairs of my good scissors

*Two rolls of tape, one duct tape, the other packaging tape

*One of two of my small trash cans-it is hot purplish pink

*Four tubes of Remedy Olovamine Anti-Fungal Cream

*One seven ounce tube of Silva-Sorb wound care ointment

*Ativan—my Ativan pills were always counting as less pills in the bottle than my refill amount. The last time i got a refill it was for 90 pills. 90 pills in a refill—yet when i counted them a few days later, i ended up with 86 pills. I had not taken any of my Ativan at that time, and was using my CBD oil instead to control my anxiety. As of Brother’s last day working for me, i had only three Ativan pills left, and i had not taken but maybe ten pills all told out of the 90 pill refill for my use. Just 3 pills are now left in a bottle that was supposed to at least have 80 left by now, because, that was all of the pills i personally took from that bottle.

*Candy–several pieces missing from bags of—
–three red bags of Lindor Truffle Chocolates,
–one quarter of a jumbo bag of Mars Minis (includes miniature snack sized 3 Muskateers, Milky Way, Milky Way Midnights, Twix, and Snickers),
–most of the mint and caramel chocolate squares also missing from a bag of Ghiradelli chocolates that my friend and past caregiver, Connie Carter gave to me for my birthday this year

*Other candy from my candy dish in living room

*Other candy from my candy drawers
—peanut butter M&M’s
—Reeses white chocolate peanut butter cups
—Reeses regular chocolate peanut butter cups
—Handfuls of my assorted hard candy

*Food—i would find my pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets routinely missing

*My red Solo cups

*Cleaner/Air Freshener—i would routinely find my Windex, lemon Lysol cleaner, and Febreze gone, and out in the garage room

*several of my C-cell, AA, AAA batteries,

*several flourescent curly cue light bulbs,

*one of my power failure lightbulb lights that look like a lightbulb and socket

*my canned air that i use to clean out my computer

*electronic wipes

*One soft black knit cap that my mother bought for me

*Two light velour, velvety-textured blankets my mother bought for me. One is a full blanket, and is dark forest green-colored, the other two are lap and shoulder wraps, and are a dark rusty red color.

*8 large bath towels

*10 washcloths

*two kitchen towels

*My birth certificate

*10 copies of my SSI re-evaluation paperwork from 2005 and 2007

*One long wand Swiffer duster

*Two brooms

*Two dustpans

*One 12 pack of soft white crew socks

*One 60-ounce blue Correlle or Pyrex mixing bowl

*Two white plastic coffee mugs

*3 small steak knives

*Several carving and cutting knives

*Several pieces of silverwear, teaspoons, forks, tablespoons, butter knives

*My measuring spoons are also all gone

*Two kettles/pots

*Two cooking skillets

*I used to have a collection of over 55 music CD’s, 55 plus books, and all of those are also gone

*All of the old clothing i used to have is also gone now—several cute tops, and pants that i knew would fit me if i ever were to lose enough weight to fit in them again, so i would not have to purchase new ones

*Four dark blue money pouches

*Two boxes of staples that go with my stapler that he broke, all of my staples are all gone now too.

*3 packs of large manila envelopes

*2 packs of medium sized manila envelopes

*2 boxes of Mead white legal sized self adhesive privacy envelopes

*2 boxes of small Mead white envelopes

*A red ruler, and green ruler, are also gone

*10 large white poster boards

Things They Took That They Did Return

*A small crystal cross

*My desk drawers

*My artwork and art portfolio

*Three of my four heavy duty beige folding chairs

*my white Hoover carry vacuum that belonged to my grandmother, and is over 40 years old

*My green Living Bible

*Some of my colored file folders

*Some of my Sharpies

*The wing that broke off of my angel that is in my bedroom

But the above things that they broke and took from me, are all things that, either i myself worked hard to buy out of my own pocket, things that were given to me by friends, my mom and one of my sisters, and things i already had that i needed to keep on hand—-now i have to work to replace ALL of it. And i doubt i can do so without some sort of a financial miracle.

In Home Care Providers who are tasked to care, but who instead come in and take over a clients’ entire home and even herself—-then use and steal from that person who is sick, vulnerable,  disabled, and on a fixed low income, need to be held strictly accountable, placed into prison, and then made to work to pay that person back for everything they broke and took from that person.

Every single thing that they took and stole from me.

I now need to go apply to get a whole new birth certificate. All of my SSI paperwork is gone now too.

I have canary yellow walls that wake me straight up out of a sound sleep too early in the morning, on bright sunny mornings, because of their brightness.

I was routinely told by that brother and sister that my autism was not real, that my physical mobility limitations were just me being “lazy” and trying to get my way, that i was just being mean and demanding and spoiled. Told that i didn’t appreciate them and all they did for me.

When i was asking them to accomodate my disabilities.

I still have nightmares almost nightly, about this brother and sister, who came into my life, telling me they were going to be the friends and family that i have never had, and always have longed for—then, once i put my trust in them, they turned around and took full on advantage of me, and took FROM me.

While i spent 3 long weeks away from my home, so that he could rip all of my carpets out and refurbish the hardwood floors underneath, and paint my living room walls the nice sift blue or lavender that i requested he paint them—-they were spending much of that time with both brother and sister partying till all hours of the night and morning in my garage room. And painting my walls a color they knew i hated–hate.

Also realizing that they basically took much of my time away from my home to completely comb through all of my personal papers, documents, etc., and take even those from me. To actually use against me!

To realize that that job of taking my carpets out, then refurbishing the hardwood floors underneath, should of only taken at least a week at the MOST for them to do—but it took the brother and sister team an entire three weeks—with me up at his house staying with his mom and his girlfriend, where i was badly uncomfortable—-that was not okay.

The yellow walls in my living room were not okay, and are still not okay.

The constant gaslighting i got from this brother and sister,
the way they were always dismissing my needs and requests,
and dismissing the way that I liked for things to be done for me, IN MY OWN HOME,
the daily promises they would make to pay me back for the stuff and money they took,
then they’d break those promises
the daily making promises that we would go this place and that, then
suddenly the plans would change, and or she would take the car we were to go in
so then we could not go that place or this place
the daily circus of them always being late without letting me know,
their phones shutting off and going straight to voice mail,
the constant worry of are they going to leave me without a way to get to dialysis, a way to eat,  or are they going to leave me stranded at yet another medical or mental health appointment
the daily battles just to be heard and seen, to really be heard and seen by them,
the daily battle to make them see my autism, see and believe my autism, see and believe my physical disabilities
all of my things being moved, and gone, all of my things and plans and routines—always being moved, always taken, always gone, always messed with
my head always being messed with, my head, my emotions, my feels, always being fucking messed with
the constant changing of schedules, the constant upheaval—not to mention the large sums of money they took from me, from my duffle bag, and from me, they asked for it all the time—
—when i would come home with five hundred in my duffle bag, and end up next day with $180 of that because one of them snuck in and took from my wallet while i was sleeping
their unpredictable temperament—one day we would all be okay, the next day, even sometimes the next minute—suddenly i was being yelled at and scolded again
I was often yelled at and scolded by them
i was expected to act and do their idea of normal neurotypical
if i didn’t, i was told about it loudly and with shame inflicted upon me
this has all affected my kidney dialysis, has even affected me being able to go in to get the surgery  that i STILL need to get a permanent kidney dialysis access port placed in one of my arms, so i can finally be free of this awful chest catheter.

I am still reeling greatly from the effects of having the brother and sister as my care providers. I am reeling mentally, emotionally, and financially. My credit cards? Are all still maxxed out. I feel as if i have been placed deep into a dark hole that i will now never be able to climb out of. And this hurts on all levels. And brings me to a depth of DAILY despair that i can still not put words to to fully describe the daily agony and anguish i walk with. Because of the blatant and deliberate intentional cruelty of a brother and sister who kept telling me how much they loved and treasured me.

I have only been able to replace some of the towels they took, and a few other things. But i need so much more still.

This is not okay.

I am going to keep on writing. It’s the only sure thing that i still have of being able to process through all of this garbage i had to live with day in and out for the past year.

One good piece of news is that i do have Connie back in my life now too. She was my caregiver for four years, from March of 2014 to March of 2018, and only quit because she got an excellent job offer that she could not turn down. She came back when the brother suddenly turned on me, leaving me with no way to get my breakfast, and no way to get to dialysis on June 22, 2019.

The caregiver abuse that i have suffered, sadly happens to far too many disabled and elderly disabled people. Serious reform needs to happen so this can finally be stopped.

I Did See The Signs: When Fear Makes One A Prisoner In Their Own Home, Re-vised And Re-Edited Again

A new revised edition of this blog, for more clarity, plus updates.

I did see the signs
of more caregiver abuse as they began to come up
after the nice honeymoon phase i got with both of them, a nice brother and sister package they were
last July and August when they both came to work for me and be my new friends
Sister came July 7, and brother came August 2.

Oh, at first, we were gonna all be a team, a family, the happy accepting family i never had
Right away, i met their mother, who was very sweet to me
They were all so sweet to me in the beginning

I did see the signs
when they kept telling me they still hadn’t read my blogs or the other material i gave them on my autism, my meltdowns, my likes, dislikes, triggers, etc., so that those would help them to better understand and get me

I did see the signs
when, right from the get-go, they were both always late getting to me, and also picking me up from dialysis and then their phones would go dead so i could not reach them to find out when they would be getting to me or even IF

I did see the signs
when shortly after brother began working for me, he went to fix me tuna sandwiches for my dinner one night,
and he would not listen to me when i kept telling him how i wanted them to be fixed.
He went and put very little mayonnaise in the tuna mix,
they were dry,
and i had to ask him to come back in and redo them, and he got irritated because he was leaving to go party with his friends..
He did redo them but showed his irritability towards me at having to do so.
But it was still the honeymoon stage, so he quickly apologized, saying he should of listened to me when i told him how i wanted the sandwiches fixed

I did see the signs
when i had to walk out of an appointment with my primary care physician because brother ordered sister not to sit there waiting with me, and he needed her to come help him

I did see the signs
When i was ordered to go stay with him and his mother so they could pull all of my carpets out of my living room and bedroom. The reason? Was because my carpets were agitating his asthma. He said if i did not go to his house to stay, and let him pull my carpets out, he would quit working for me and i would have to find another care provider.

I did see the signs
when after one and a half weeks at his house, he ordered me to take a shower, and then when i explained to him the accomodations i needed to be able to handle taking a shower, he got irate, refused to accomodate my shower workarounds, telling me showers are not meant to be pleasant and comfortable
He also told me “Why can’t you take a shower like normal people do?”
All i asked for and needed was to be wiped, then to have a towel on my transfer chair so that i would not have to sit on the cold surface, and another towel on the bottom of the tub, so i would not slip in the tub
He accused me, wrongly, of not caring about myself!!
Then threatened to quit me if i did not take that shower---even though i was upset, having a meltdown, frightened and in tears
Finally, when i had completely broken down
Sitting buck naked on the toilet in the bathroom cold and shaking,
he snapped right back to nice and compassionate and i got a pleasant shower
I never forgot that though, because that showed me that he had a temper
I am afraid of tempers because of the way my father and most of my siblings treated me growing up
Much similar to the way the brother caregiver was treating me
The way G, a friend i used to have, treated me from 2006 through 2012
Then a long string of abusive caregivers from 2012 to 2014, then 2015, when Connie and i needed a one month break

I did see the signs
When he got angry at me that Saturday after dialysis for needing him to replate my food and get my backpack inside where it would be next to me before i could eat the KFC he had bought for all of us He had plated all of my food on the same small plate, and all of it was bleeding into each other. That is a sensory issue for me, a big one.
Sensory issues mean i need for things to be a certain way
why didn’t he respect that?
Why couldn’t he respect that?

I did see the signs
when it took a whole three weeks for him to get my floors done in my house

I did see the signs
when i finally came home on Monday October 8, 2019 to find bright canary yellow paint on my living room walls, many of my things moved completely, waaaaaaay too many of my things missing, my computer speakers no longer working, and my TV sound bar no longer working, when he again got angry at me and accused me of not appreciating the hard work he had done for me, when i did appreciate their hard work alot, but all i could see was that i had lost my things, my space, my HOME!

There were lots of fun and happy times, especially in the first 5 months of them working for me. I really did have some really awesome times with them in the beginning. At the end of last August, he bought a nice car, and immediately took me through scenic back roads, up to his house, then on a drive up to an area of Pismo Beach called Shell Beach, to sit and watch and hear the ocean. We talked so much that day, and that day, i felt a real bond between me and him begin to develop. We then ate at Five Guys Burgers in Arroyo Grande, which was delicious. The next week, we went back up to Pismo. The next day we ate at the Rock & Roll Diner in Oceano. We also went on other spontaneous outings, to San Luis Obispo, to eat at two Italian delis there, then Santa Barbara, to eat at another Italian deli. We went on alot of outings in that car, which had SiriusXM Radio in it, so we could enjoy my indie rock and alternative rock tunes. I was so happy until the mental and emotional abuse began to happen.

But the signs were always there, always coming, always popping up.

They took over my middle room, moved their computers in, their clothes, their refrigerator, their couches and beds, their food, and my electric bill went up past $100 for the first time ever....with it being $166 in February. My electric bills before they moved in? Were always well under $60 a month. The highest i had ever paid was $68 when we had a prolonged hot spell that lasted two weeks. My gas bills also went up to $55 and $68 dollars, because they both were always taking showers at my house, and using my washer and dryer almost daily, to wash their clothing. In addition, they would often let their friends take showers and use my bathroom.

They often asked me for money, because they both always seemed to be dead broke---and always out of gas for their cars. I had to pay for their meals out with me, pay for their cell phones to be turned back on, as well as pay for their gas and food, snacks, and his cigarettes. If i didn’t, i would not get care. No, they never threatened me, i just knew it would happen. And when he was without his ciggs, he was a bear.

I even paid for some of her medical visits. I have an IOU paper that she and i both signed for $280 of the much more in $$$ that they both took from me these past 10 months. In addition, trying to get him to pay me for the monthly difference on my electric bill each month was like pulling teeth.

Both of them would often actually block me from coming into the middle room. In addition, they both played games with me: when i needed them to come, they would tell me they were coming, then take their time, then i would have to, on painful hurting back, hips, knees, legs, with the leg lump, struggle to walk back and forth and back and forth, repeatedly to my laundry room to call for them to please come help me, please come sit and talk to me, please just come BE WITH ME.

Thanksgiving was a beautiful time with his family. Delicious food, and all of them were so sweet to me, including my two brother sister caregivers.

TThen in December, things got worse. One night at the end of a dialysis treatment, sister decided to rush me out of my chair, and to get my dinner. When i am done at dialysis, i like to wind down and say my goodbyes to my machine, who i have made an imaginary friend out of to cope with my dialysis. I have always made imaginary friends out of roads, highways, and electronics, to cope with being neurodivergent me in a harsh neurotypical world that still views us autistics in a very negative and wrong manner. My machine’s name is Rebecca, and she is the truly genuine sweet angel who gets me through what would otherwise be unbearably scary dialysis treatments.

Sister chose that night to aggressively pursue me rushing so that she could get her kids their Christmas tree, when she could of done that any other night, but the night she was working for me. Just the prospect of her rushing me to get my dinner, was unbearable enough. She even went so far as to tell me i was causing her kids to all cry.

She did go there, but never came in, just sat out in her car, arguing with me via Facebook Messenger, which threw me into even more of a bad meltdown right in my dialysis chair! And then she left, without picking me up to take me home! I finally got hers and brother’s mom to come pick me up....
90 whole minutes after my dialysis treatment.

Then a week before Christmas, we took an outing to Solvang, and again, HE got pissed at me for asking him to make sure my backpack was on my wheelchair before we headed to get Danish sausages and Abelskivvers. He said loudly: “Why do you always have to be so obsessed over that damn bag? It is really quite annoying!” Then when i asked him to get my glasses so i could read the menu, he again got pissed, saying the same thing, then he put my glasses back in my bag in the wrong way that could of broken them.

Why was i always so scared about having my backpack and glasses with me? Because he once forgot my backpack. It was left sitting in the parking lot of my kidney center one evening when he came to pick me up, and he had to go back to retrieve it for me....so yeah, damn skippy, i was going to be hypervigilant about that backpack from then on!

We were going to also take a drive to Los Alamos one afternoon, but she decided to take his car, and took it for the entire afternoon, leaving brother and i stranded here at my house with no way to go anywhere. I spent the entire afternoon messaging her over and over to beg her to please bring the car back. She would say she was coming, but then fifteen minutes, then twenty minutes would elapse, then a half hour, then two hours, and she still wasn’t here with the car. Over and over, she played this game with me. Finally, we needed the car to go get my dinner, and she still wouldn’t bring it back to us. She began telling me “Ya!” over and over via Messenger, taunting me, and i told her i did not like being taunted....

We finally got the car back in time for me to get my dinner, but my dinner was also later than i had wanted to eat.

When he and i went anywhere, he would always turn the stereo in the car up full blast, without my permission, making me feel like he was trying to drown me out. I had to shut up and put up. Because by that time of the tuna incident, and when he ordered me to go stay at his mom’s so he could pull the carpets out, i had seen the signs of his temper.

A week before Christmas, we had to go up to San Luis Obispo to consult with a cardio-vascular surgeon about the placement of a second fistula, because the one i had had surgically placed in my left arm back in September had failed. He decided suddenly that i smelled, that i had a foul body odor, and that he needed to have his window all the way down all the way up there. This new thing upset me, because here, now i was being ordered to take showers, and i was taking those showers every fucking time i was ordered to do so by him. So why the fuck now should i stink?

When he saw me finally in tears in the passenger seat, he relented, and put his window back up. But said i needed to take a shower ever day now. You know why i hate having windows down when riding or driving at freeway speeds? Because the sound makes a roaring sound in my ears, makes my ears pop, and makes it impossible to hear the music on the car stereo. Then he said again, that i had candida on my body and in my hair. A month earlier, he and his sister both convinced me to even shave my head. I did as told, because, according to him, my scalp had candida. Note: Connie worked as my caregiver for 4 years, and never once did she notice candida on my scalp or body.

Another note: i do not dislike taking showers, however, i had bad experiences with taking showers and baths growing up, was always made to hurry up, could never enjoy myself in the shower or bathtub. That alone has stuck with me all my life, and now that i have the lymphedema and lymphedema lump, and joint pain, it is physically hard, and tiring to take showers. I do take them though, so that i will not smell and gross others out. But it is hard for me on all levels to shower and bathe.

Then, at Christmas, he got in yet another one of his dark moods as we got to his house. He set me up in the living room, then proceeded to take over the remote on the Amazon Firestick, and watch dark unpleasant videos i didn’t enjoy at all. He would not once let me watch anything i wanted to watch. He also would not serve me any refreshments/appetizers. Then after our dinner, he turned on this awful Holy Roller Hellfire and Damnation Bible thumper that he knew i hated, and when i began melting down, he refused to turn him off. His mom came to my defense and yelled at him to shut that crap off, but he still refused, saying he had the right to watch “Christian” stuff on Christmas. I had to go into the back part of the house to get away from that awful preacher.

Finally he snapped out of his dark mood, came and apologized, then let me have the remote. But the damage was already done. My Christmas? Ruined.

A day after Christmas, he totaled his car. His next cruel act was to tell me that he had run over Rebecca in that accident, and had killed her, and i was to never talk to him about her or even mention her name ever again.....that really hurt me to my very core, because i still count on Rebecca to get me through each and every single one of my dialysis treatments! He also stopped coming into the dialysis treatment floor with me, which also hurt. Before his car accident, he always told me to say hi to Rebecca, and he often came into the treatment area to spend time with me while i was getting my treatments.

Then in January, when i went to a mental health center for counseling, he went in with me, making me believe he was going to stay with me during my counseling session, then after 15 minutes into our session, he abruptly left to go take a phone call. He promised he would be right back, but then as my counseling session kept progressing, and there were still no signs of Brother’s return, i got frantic, as the counseling center was about to close. So we called first him. His phone went straight to voice mail. Then we called Sister. Her phone, also went straight to voice mail. So we called my kidney center social worker, who has always gotten me and who has had my back from the get-go, who already knew about Brother and Sister’s previous history with me....finally, we called their mom, and she knew nothing, so we called him again, and he finally picked up.

When he finally came, he was irate---at ME! For being scared and upset---when i had every fucking right to be pissed and scared. Instead of him realizing he shouldn’t have abandoned me, he lit right into me, in a mean accusing tone of voice, he told me: “Oh, it’s all about you, Melissa, always about you, it’s always got to be about you, you are so selfish!” Finally, when i told him, tearfully, how hurtful and cruel he was treating me, he finally felt bad and apologized. How would he have liked being abandoned, with no way of knowing when or even IF his caregiver was coming back to get him? He apologized. But again, each of these episodes made me even more afraid of him.

And, things only worsened after that. Sister began getting meaner. Along with him. Many a morning, if i would dare ask them to do a thing the way i wanted it done, i was given attitude, then threats that they were going to leave me, with no breakfast, and no way to get to my dialysis treatments.

Next came the snow white scrubs he and sister began wearing to my house. Snow white scrubs, top and bottom, just like the old movies of staff at a mental institution. I HATED those scrubs! Along with those, i suddenly became a germ to Brother, and he also started wearing a face mask to work, which put even more walls up between him and i.

The white scrubs. The face mask. In my own home.

He began yelling at me for taking out a paper towel to wipe my nose when in the car with him, saying it was germy, and that the particles from that paper towel would transmit my germs to him.

At the same time, if i came into the room to tell them i was depressed and needed to get out, Sister would literally yell at me, and berate me for coming in there and ruining her happy mood. She began yelling at me just like i would hear her yell at her children, harsh mean yelling that made me feel belittled and frightened.

When i asked Brother to stop cutting my toast all different ways, and cut them in half, diagonally, he got pissed, and told me i needed to just leave them alone and let them do their jobs, that i had no say. He also liked to leave space between the middle of the bread and crust with the butter and jam, which i also hate. He also liked to butter my toast when it got cold so the butter was not melted. I hate that. In addition, my oranges often tasted like his and sister’s cologne and perfume. I hated that too.

In addition, he wanted me to just not be in the kitchen anymore, because i was right in their way. He made me rearrange my kitchen so that it could be convenient for them, and not me anymore.

But just as suddenly as those moods would begin, they would stop, with both Brother and Sister. They would become nice again. Then it would cycle right back to the bad moods again. It was always up and down, up and down.

In January, was when we we began having meetings with my kidney center social worker. At first, both Brother and Sister seemed to listen. But then as time wore on, they began not listening. These meetings had to happen though. I wanted and needed to make this work, because the alternative would be more possible mean caregivers like the ones i had had in the past, including K from last year. I kept hoping for the best. I kept giving both Brother and Sister the benefit of the doubt. Because i foolishly believed they loved me, they just needed to learn to understand and get me.

Even so, they always told my kidney center SW that i used my autism as a shield, a crutch, and excuse, and that my physical disabilities were not real either.

He even got irate when i tried to explain that curbs, curbs with bushes, and unstable walking places were a thing. He said to both me and my social worker “I don’t appreciate being told where i can park!”

Excuse me? I am a fall risk!

March came, and still, Brother’s car wasn’t fixed. This presented more stress for me because again, i never knew when Sister would take the only working car and leave brother and i stranded. Even on some dialysis days, she would take the car at the last minute, leaving me worried that she would come too late to get me to my dialysis treatment on time. Worried that i may not even get to dialysis. Another thing is that whenever brother and sister would take me to medical appointments, they would sit behind me in the exam room and basically not have my back if i was talked down to or talked to rudely or rushed in those appointments.

At the end of March, he got a white loaner car, and his car was supposedly now finally in the shop, finally being worked on. Also at the end of March, he got in yet another one of his shitty mood with me, which caused my blood pressure to spike to literal stroke level at dialysis, and i was unable to get through that treatment without them having to put a clot busting drug in my catheter. I cried the entire time i was hooked up to the machine (Rebecca) that Saturday.

What happened that time? As he drove me to dialysis that morning, he got another bug up his ass, suddenly began changing radio stations on me and not letting me hear the music i was enjoying, saying the lyrics were really negative, and were bothering him. He proceeded to put it on a station that has the very hellfire and damnation type of preaching and type of Christian worship music that he knows causes me to have PTSD flashbacks to my times going to churches where i was hurt and traumatized. I made him turn it off. He then took out his phone and told me “Oh, i know you will looooove thiiiiiis song!” in a tone of voice i found to be chidingly cruel. When i recognized that song as one of the Christian songs that was a PTSD trigger for me, he got full-on belligerent, telling me he was going to listen to whatever he felt like listening to in his car, and i had NO say. I had a screaming meltdown, and that was how he left me, in the lobby of the kidney center, coldly leaving me there, sobbing. It ruined my entire dialysis treatment that day.

A week later, he took me on a trip to Tepusquet, my old home, and he was being all kinds of nice to me that evening.

And then, Sister's moods worsened again in April. In May, a week before my birthday, was the whopper of them all. On Tuesday May 7, neither of them were here. It was getting later and later....my blood sugar was dropping, and i needed to eat breakfast. So i called him. Then texted him. No answer. Then i called her. She did answer, saying “I am in a bad mood, and i am not taking any shit off anyone today.” At 11:12 AM, when they were still not here, i called my kidney center SW frantic and in tears, screaming. Next thing i knew, i heard several loud loooooong horn blasts, and they both came charging angrily into my driveway, yelling at me, from the car, both of them yelling at me, and calling me ridiculous, saying this wasn’t autism, this was something else bad, and i cannot act this way. They both kept up the horrible yelling as my SW was listening, and when he realized i was on the phone with her just having her help to try to calm me down, he literally picked up my phone and hung the phone straight UP on our call. They then proceeded, several times, to threaten to leave me....with no way to get my breakfast, no way to get to my dialysis.

My SW called me back, and talked to Brother, and then he finally calmed down, and got me my food, and then took me to dialysis. But i was late, and as a result, did not get put on the machine till after 1:00 PM. I was supposed to be there at 12:15 for a 12:30 put on time.

And that treatment went horribly. I could not calm down at all. The machine, Rebecca, kept alarming non-stop. And my blood pressure was literally at stroke level. They had to put Acti-Vase In my catheter yet again, to make it run so that i could get through my treatment.

Everytime they would upset me, it would affect my dialysis treatments.

That night, Brother picked me up, in a soft sweet mood, telling me it would all be okay. That he was not going to do or say anything to upset me anymore, because he hated it when i was upset. But what happened next, was we got home, where greeting me was my spaghetti dinner with so much cheese on top, it was too hard to put a fork in it.

Already still rattled from that morning’s events, i got upset again. And at first, Brother was willing to fix it for me. Until Sister popped in to start in yelling at me again. She called me ungrateful and selfish, and said that i did not appreciate anything she and Brother did for me. I went into another screaming spell so bad that Brother again lost his temper, and together, they both stood in the doorway to my living room, screaming at me. Telling me again that this wasn’t autism, this was me being an abusive monster. I plugged my ears, pleading with them to just take me to the bus station, so i could leave.....I could not bear to hear their yelling anymore.....

Then they both left me, in tears, sobbing and shaking. Before i could think, i pushed my entire tray table of food to the floor, and then

I tried to run away. I took a taxi first, to a friends who was sick, then a Motel 6, but got scared, and came back home. But i still wanted to run away.

I got Connie to come the next day, and together we talked to Brother. He agreed to have Connie start working for me Mondays and Fridays, and he would still do the rest of the days....no more would his sister be in the picture.

Things went great until he figured out he would lose some of his income by having Connie come as a second caregiver.

He still treated me really super great though after that. But he kept trying to turn me against Connie.

Sister just got even meaner though. So mean, that one day, the week before Father's day, she got in the car, to drive me and brother to his house and would not speak to me at all, and when i would try to talk, she would talk to brother loudly right over me, making it obvious i was not welcome in the car.

And then on Father’s Day, we went to his house for a BBQ. All went well, until sister’s friend, who i had met before, showed up, and began telling me to stop the stimming i was doing. I was just sitting in the kitchen tapping on my cane. She told me to stop. I tried to explain about my autism and why i stim, and she goes: “Hon, i already know you’re autistic, and know ALL about autism. I am around alot of autistic children. Everyday. We are all alittle autistic, ya know. We all have our issues. We just don’t broadcast it like you.” She got right up in my face, like she was going to hit me.I got pissed and told her off, told her to get out of my face, that she didn’t know me, and then sister came in and began yelling telling toxic friend “Oh, Melissa acts like this all the time! “ then berating me for having my SW call her to try to reason with her for the umpteenth time the week before.

I had to have brother take me home early from that party.

Then a meeting followed between me, Brother and his mom, with them again trying to talk me out of having Connie as my secondary caregiver. In that meeting, i saw a whole other side of both Mom and Brother that i found to be unsettling.

The next day, back to the cath lab i went to try to see why my catheter wasn’t working. Brother was in that same cocky mood all that day too. And it made me sick to my stomach. At IHOP that evening, he again berated me for wiping my nose at the table, and for holding my hand over my salad the way i was holding it.

That was Friday June 21. That night, he went out with his friends and left me all alone.

And then, on Saturday, the 22 of June, he came dressed in dress slacks, dress shirt, and reeking of cologne. He and sister both already knew full well i hate tasting their cologne and perfume on my orange and apple....yet here he was, with full blown cologne on again. Aaaaand, he was in a full-blown bad mood. When i pointed out to him that his cologne would be on my orange, he lit into me, threatening right off the bat he was going to leave. Then he did----finally making good on his and sister’s threats to leave me without my breakfast or any way to get me to dialysis---at all that day.

When i got my neighbor to help me, Brother flew back into the driveway, sending him home, then yelled at me and left me again as i sobbed, pleading with him to please give me food and take me to dialysis. He got back in his car, telling me coldly: “No worries, you won’t starve to death, you will manage!”

That was a voluntary QUIT. And criminal negligence.

The following is what he wrote about that Saturday---i received this in response to an email i wrote to him because he now keeps trying to submit timecards---for the wrong amounts. Not gonna lie, this thing he wrote was cruel to the core, and it just solidifies why i have the trust issues i have.

[Trigger warnings for extreme ableism, Othering, body shaming.]

“I just read up to the part where you try to use autism to justify why you believe it’s ok to be a horrible person to anyone. It’s disgusting how you treat people and for you to be ok with it . Getting upset is a part of LIFE! Not getting your way and throwing a fit about it IS NOT AUTISM ! FYI I was not there for your autism , and people like you who use it to take advantage of the system and use it as a crutch is wrong . I smelt strong of cologne so I wouldn’t have to smell your pungent sour Oder due to you not wanting to bathe and not wanting me to wear a mask . Please don’t write back as I will no longer read your emails due to you thinking it’s ok to still be nasty and hateful.”

These are the same things he would often say to me during the past several months, whenever he was in one of his dark bad moods.

I called an ambulance to be taken to the hospital so i could dialyze there, and so i could stay away from here, because i was now frightened, because he still had keys to my house. I am glad i did that, because now not only is all of the brother sister team’s abuse well documented with my kidney center social worker, but it is well-documented with Adult Protective Services, the hospital where i went, and my local police department.

Connie is now back as my caregiver, and the brother-sister team are out of my middle room and life.

I do intend to see to it that they never get to do this to anymore vulnerable people. I also intend to find a way to spearhead legislation with teeth that will finally hold abusive care providers strictly accountable, and not be able to work in this field ever again.

Postscript---because of what Brother did by leaving me last Saturday, i almost fell in my driveway. Again, i am a fall risk! I am also a borderline Type 2 diabetic, which means i need to eat on time. In addition, missing even a single dialysis treatment can also set into motion a chain of events that can shorten my life, and it did set in motion that chain of events.

I was not able to dialyze at the hospital that last Saturday. I went into the kidney center and got 3 hours of dialysis that following Monday, but then when i came back for my Tuesday treatment, my catheter stopped working, and i had to miss yet another dialysis treatment to go to the cath lab---again---to get another new chest catheter placed in my chest. I am now dialyzing great again.

But they took my artwork from me. They took several of the drawers out of my desk. They took my old vacuum cleaner that was my grandmother’s that still works after 40 plus years. They have taken from me so many of my things that i need and want back. Most of all, they robbed me of what could have been a great time of real joy in this past season of my existence.

And i am not going to forget this.

A new update and notes to the above, written Wednesday, September 4, 2019:

Because of the stress i was under during the time the brother and sister were my caregivers, i was never able to follow up to get my second fistula, nor was i able to follow up on getting the first fistula surgically moved up closer to the surface of my arm, so that it would start working. FYI, a fistula is an arm access that is surgically built in one’s upper or lower arm using a vein and artery to make up the fistula, so that the person can get better quality dialysis. It is meant to be a more permanent access port for dialysis, and is much more reliable and poses less risk of infection, than a chest catheter does. But at this time, i still am waiting to get a new appointment with another vascular surgeon, because i need to get this taken care of. This time i am going to go for an AV graft. That is an artificial graft that is placed in the arm, and is also as reliable as the fistula. Unlike the fistula, which takes anywhere from one to three months for it to mature before it can be used, an AV graft can be used for dialysis access within 48 hours of it implantation in the arm.

In the months when the stress began to mount with the brother and sister, it began to affect every single one of my dialysis treatments. My blood pressure would routinely spike wildly up and down, and was often at stroke level, my machine would alarm constantly, and once about every two weeks they had to put the Acti-Vase in my catheter in order for my treatments to proceed. Then it progressed to me making weekly visits to the hospital cath lab to have my chest cath replaced. They finally had to put a balloon stent in the artery or vein?---I don’t remember which--- and have yet another new chest cath placed in my chest in the week after the brother abandoned me.

They did also finally return my art, my desk drawers, my white vacuum, and two of the three folding chairs they had taken from me. But i had to have my locks changed on my post office box. Because he kept the key. And i am slowly working to replace all of the other gazillion things they took---stole---from me.

But i am not the same.

I love that Connie is back. We are doing better than ever. She cooks for me almost every night---delicious meals of enchiladas, Mexican rice, meatloaf, ribs, etc. She makes my breakfasts the way i ask for them to be. She plays my music in her car, on her Pandora Radio. We go out to eat often. We laugh. We talk. She has no need to take over my middle room or my house. Or to stay away from me so that i am left lonely and all alone each afternoon. Like the brother and sister always did to me. She is never late getting to me, and picking me up at dialysis. She comes right into the lobby to sit and wait for me to get done at dialysis, so that they all know she is there waiting for me.

The brother and sister were always out in the middle room, leaving me all alone every afternoon. I hated that. I SO hated that! They would often come late to my house, and were often late to pick me up at dialysis,as much as 90 minutes late at times. And to top it off, they would often not even bother to come into let the techs know they were there. The techs always had to go out in the parking lot to hunt for them. The brother and sister always seemed to make it a daily game with me as to how late they were going to be to show up for me, and when they would be here for me. It made for unbearable daily stress, and made me not want to even wake up most mornings.

I wanted to stop my dialysis and die. I felt no hope. I felt only thick blackness and despair so deep when they were in my life, that it sucked me dry. It took that final act of cruelty, him driving off and leaving me with no breakfast and no way for me to get to dialysis--to open my eyes that they truly did not care about me---they were in it only for what they could gain materially and financially. And because i believe, i truly believe in my heart of hearts that they are cruel cold-hearted sadistic mean monsters.

No. I am not the same. I am plagued by almost nightly nightmares of the brother and sister. Sometimes the dreams are where they are nice and apologetic. But many of my other dreams are of them being mean and yelling at me over and over and over again...and me trying to escape their awful yelling and meanness. Thankfully, i can sometimes wake myself up before the dreams go any further. But they happen, and i hate these dreams.

And my trust issues are even more pronounced now than they ever were before. I am afraid of getting any other caregivers for fear this could happen all over again.

And i hate the memories that just won’t go away. Both the good and the bad memories i had of them, that began to outnumber the good ones.

The signs were all there. But fear and wanting to believe they were good people who were just uneducated, who just needed to learn, kept me from firing them all the times that i could of fired them.

I will never forget the hell they put me through. Yes. It has changed me forever.

Yes, This Needs To Be Said: A Story Of More Abuse

[TW/CW: Caregiver abuse, two brief mentions of sex offenders to illustrate the comparison to that as a means of having a similar registry to identify caregivers who abuse, deliberate cruel ableism, caregivers Othering a multiply disabled person, caregivers playing on my vulnerabilities and fears, willful and deliberate caregiver neglect, mental, emotional, psychological, and financial and physical abuse, the withholding of vital medical care, and the gaslighting of ME.]
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And no, i will not delete this post, because these individuals in the following story have subjected me to holy hell for the past 9 plus months, and reported documented truth is not slander. Because caregivers who abuse need to be called out, publicly shamed, and held to the strictest account possible. Not only that, caregivers who abuse the vulnerable people they are charged to care for, actually need to be treated just as sex offenders do, and be placed on a national registry, then banned from ever being able to ever be care providers ever again.

Yes, this post needs to go VIRAL. So share this WIDELY, PLEASE.

And yes this is a long post.

Having intestinal upset this fine early morning, which i know is due to the state of pure anguish that my now ex caregiver S#$%@ has left me in.

I slept for several hours, but now am sick.

Btw, when i do sleep, i have been having nothing but horrible frightening NIGHTMARES about S#$%@ and his sister, who were my caregivers from July of last year until Friday.

This morning, i am utterly sick to think that a human being who professes to love and care so DEEPLY about my health and well being, actually got in his car and BAILED on me on Saturday, June 22, 2019, leaving me with NO BREAKFAST, AND NO WAY TO GET TO MY SATURDAY DIALYSIS APPOINTMENT.

I had to actually miss a dialysis treatment due to his cold-blooded cruelty. For the first time EVER. Before Saturday, i had never missed a single one of my dialysis treatments! Not a single one!

To think that he deliberately drove off, while i, crying and sobbing hysterically, plead with him to feed me, and get me to my dialysis, while telling me cold heartedly, "Don't worry, you won't starve to death, you will manage", as he got into his car and drove off, he needs to be called out and publicly outed and shamed by any of my online friends who have the spoons to do so, because this was serious criminal endangerment that he elected to put me in on Saturday. It presented a serious risk to my health.

In trying to get my next door neighbors to help me, and they were going to help me, but then got afraid to answer their door to me, because S#$%@ drove back in, sending them away, making them think that he was going to help me after all, instead, after my neighbor went back to his house, S#$%@ left, and drove OFF on me, abandoning me, a sick 59 Autistic adult with end stage renal (kidney) failure, when he knows that i NEED to keep all dialysis treatments---or i will DIE.

How did this all start on Saturday? Because another friend had finally been able to talk to him and bluntly called him and his sister out on their past nine plus months of abuse. So, he was already angry and in a bad cocky mood. Because, on Saturday, he got to my house wearing so much cologne that i knew i would taste it on my orange that he was peeling. (A something he already knew would upset me, as i had asked him several times before not to peel and section my orange with cologne on his hands. I have asked the same of his sister as well, when she worked for me.) I only asked that he wash his hands so that i would not have to taste his cologne scent on my food. His reaction was to get highly pissed, and a verbal argument ensued, where he kept threatening to leave, telling me he couldn’t take this anymore, and then he did leave. I was going to get my next door neighbor to help me, but when S#$%@ came back, making me think he was going to help me, and then left again, and i went back to that neighbor, they were now afraid to answer their door to me. In addition, as S#$%@ got in his car to drive away, i was sobbing, pleading with him to please feed me, please don’t let me go without my dialysis, and he laughed at me telling me not to worry, that i would not starve to death. That i could manage.

I almost fell while walking on my way back to my house. Please let that also sink in. That i almost fell due to S#$%@'s deliberate and willful negligence. Yes, i am a fall risk due to my limited mobility.

Some of you friend requested S#$%@ on Facebook and messaged him in the hopes he would accept so that he could learn about me, and why his continued ableistic cruelty was damaging me and why it could not go on.

I have since learned that he told one of my friends who tried to reach out to him to explain about my C-PTSD and why my meltdowns happen and how to handle it when i have a meltdown, that what they wrote was bullshit, that he had an autistic friend, who was nothing like me. Sounds so much like the autism martyr parents, hmmmm?

He sadly ignored all of your (you, my friends’) attempts to reach out to him to educate him, except for my one friend above. Shortly before he bailed on me on Saturday, i found out he had posted mean comments on another friends’ comment thread.

Over the course of these past nine months, i had over a dozen meetings with him and my kidney center social worker, some meeting where his sister also my caregiver, came, where my social worker and i both made repeated attempts to try to get them to understand my autism and meltdowns and sensory issues/triggers----but those meetings did no good. Those meetings were hard on me, because neither he nor his sister got what my social worker and i kept trying to explain to them. Both S#$%@ and his sister seemed hell bent on misunderstanding me and treating me like a naughty child all the time......and this put me through literal mental hell and trauma, which has not helped my physical health one bit.

Yes, i have spent these past 9 months being mentally, emotionally, and financially ABUSED, MUZZLED, OPPRESSED, AND SILENCED by him and his sister. They both literally charmed me, then took over my empty middle room, moved into my middle room, took over me, and my entire home. I lost all control, and the will to even live anymore. I began to feel safe only when i was at dialysis, where everyone there loves and accepts me! And sheer dread when i knew they were picking me up from dialysis to take me back to what i began to feel as a hellhole, instead of my home. I dreaded it because i began to feel unsafe---in my own home.

Where i used to be able to pay my bills, now each and every single month i can barely make ends meet, and have had to resort to posting several Facebook fundraisers in order to get through the financial raping that has occured at the hands of this caregiver and his sister.

They basically would routinely ask to borrow money, but never repay me. They would tell me they had no money to gas up their cars, so i would have to shell out for their gas, or face them not coming, and not getting me to dialysis and all of my shopping and errands. In addition, i had to pay every month for their phone service, or not be able to get them on the phone or via Messenger and text message.

I had fun times with them---alot of fun times. We went places, and i would often hang out with them and their friends in the middle room. But those fun times always came at a cost and punishment:
*them always being late to get to me, and when i would try to reach them, their phones would die, going straight to voice mail, resulting in me having full blown panic attacks and meltdowns,
*several times me being late to medical appointments, as well as dialysis,
*them being late, sometimes VERY late to pick me up from dialysis.
*Me actually getting left at a mental health counseling appointment (more on that later).
*And finally, me being denied breakfast, and finally having to miss my first dialysis treatment ever, on Saturday.

Below describes much of the hell i was subjected to.

In September of last year, was when i first saw signs of both their moods. (Their lateness was always a problem though from the start.) Firstly, i was made to go stay at his mom’s so he could rip all of the carpets out of my living room and bedroom, because the carpets were affecting his asthma. If i did not agree to this, he was going to walk on me (quit). After a week at his house, he approached me one morning with a dark look on his face and ordered me to take a shower, where, as we were getting ready, he first laid into me for asking him to wipe me before i got into the shower, implying i could do that myself, which i CANNOT, because it hurts my shoulders and arms to reach to do that, then because i needed to have a towel on my transfer bench, and the floor of the tub, so i would not be cold, and slip in the tub, he told me “Why can’t you take showers like a normal person?”, and if i did not shower, he would quit, and i would have to find another care provider. I was having a meltdown, and he kept escalating it, accusing me of not caring about myself. I have always been hesitant to take showers because they are physically hard for me and because of past caregivers, and bad family experiences when i would bathe/shower...specifically, me always being rushed through my baths and showers, and never allowed to enjoy my baths and showers...and he seemed hell-bent on making that shower an as unpleasant as possible experience for me. After he had me in full on tears, pleading my case to him, he finally grew his heart back, and we ended up having an actually pleasant shower.

Even so, i can never forget that first shower experience with S#$%@.

And then, a few days later, he got mad at me again for asking him to please re-do my food better so i could eat it, another huge sensory issue, calling me annoying, and what happened was me spending an entire night and set of spoons, going through my Facebook memes to educate him on my autism.

We got along better after that. After three weeks at his house, i finally came home---to canary yellow paint slapped all over my living room walls, and my entire house all rearranged. My computer speakers no longer worked, so he had to give me a pair of his computer speakers. In addition, my TV sound bar would not work, and we both played hell trying to get it to work again, which, thank God, it did, but i told him to not play with that ever again.

In addition, i no longer had my Living Bible, a huge plastic box of gel pens, several adult coloring books, and a whole bunch of other things, were now all gone.

My Thanksgiving at his house was awesomely beautiful though. Delicious food, and everyone there were so sweet to me. Including S#$%@.

But then in December and at Christmas, he, and his sister, got in yet more bad moods with me. During a trip to Solvang, he got impatient and angry with me when i asked him to not forget to put my backpack on my wheelchair, and then when i needed my glasses to read the restaurant menu.

One night, Sister literally tried to rush me at dialysis so that she could get her kids a Christmas tree, when she could of done that any other time, except for her work hours with me. She accused me of making all four of her kids cry. I tried to get S#$%@ to pick me up. Their mother came a full hour later to pick me up from dialysis.

On another day, she began telling me “Ya” over and over in Messenger, after telling me she was on her way, and never coming, when she had taken S#$%@’s car, and left he and i with no way to go anywhere, obviously making fun of the state of distress i was in. S#$%@ and i had planned a recreational outing for us that day, and her taking his car ruined that, and her response was to “Ya” me to death over it, making blatant FUN of me!

At Christmas, S#$%@ got in another dark mood when we got to his house for another family dinner---which completely ruined my Christmas this year. He took control of the Fire stick TV remote and began watching a bunch of really dark negative stuff that i hated watching. He wouldn’t let me watch anything i wanted to watch. I sat there clearly uncomfortable, getting agitated. He also was not that attentive to my needs when we first got there. He never got up from the couch to get me any refreshments at all. He did serve my dinner plate though. Then after dinner, he began playing a Bible thumper on YouTube who prays for people in a very harsh judegmental manner, his voice a sinister gravely monotone that i find to be more demonic than anything, and this really triggered me. He played it even though he knew this man upset me when i had to hear him before, out in the middle room of my house. When i tearfully asked that he please turn it off, he refused, getting downright nasty with me. I had a meltdown, and had to leave the room. His mom came to my defense, and he finally got nice again, apologizing to me....letting me have the remote. I put on videos of New York City.

And then in January, he actually left me at a mental health counseling appointment, leaving me to believe i would be stranded there. He basically came in with me, then excused himself to go take a phone call, promising me he would be right back in, then never came back. After my session was over, my counselor and i tried to reach both him and his sister, but both their phones went straight to voice mail. I had the counselor then call his mom, and then my kidney center social worker, who has been in my corner from the get-go, and she finally reached the sister, who got S#$%@ to finally come get me. When he finally did come to pick me up, the center was getting ready to close, and instead of him apologizing to me for leaving me stranded, he yelled at me and scolded me, telling me “It’s always about you, Melissa, always about you, you are so selfish!” and i had another meltdown. He finally apologized, realizing what he had done.

Things have only gotten worse since then....unbearably worse.....with both of them....more numerous daily episodes of their now classic showing up late behavior, the now classic phones going straight to voice mail when i try to reach them to find out when they’re coming...then suddenly they come back to life and message me to say they’re down street, at the stoplight, on our way, etc.,...me often getting my breakfast a whole hour to two hours late.....daily episodes of them switching days on me, and switching plans and changing things abruptly,...daily, upon daily, repeated episodes upon daily repeated episodes of me being in here, in my living room, all alone after they give me breakfast, all alone for whole entire afternoons, with them out in the room with their friends coming and going into the room to visit them all afternoon long, and me---just alone. If i needed them, i would have to get up and literally walk to the back of my house to yell for them. On legs, hips, and knees that always hurt. (And i still have the leg lump). Otherwise they would not hear me call for them, as they always had music or videos playing. I would have to call for them at the top of the steps leading from my laundry room through a breezeway, to that room that they had turned into an office/hangout/party room for themselves. Often they would even block the door leading into their room so that i could not go in there to hang out with them, which i often had to do in order to get any attention from them, again on knees, legs, and hips and a heavy leg lump that always hurt.....

Sometimes they would take their time to come to me. One time, they would not come, and i kept going back there, over and over again. pleading with them to please pay attention to me, and they would not come to me until after i was screaming and in tears.

There were the afternoons the sister would bring me treats like ice cream pops, and cool candy, even hits of her cbd pens. But most afternoons i was here in my living room all alone with no one to talk to.

And then in April, she began to also get in even more and more ugly bad moods and pay even less attention to me. She began yelling at me more and more. More and more scolding me. More and more judging me. She stopped thanking me for all of the nice things i did for her. She just stopped being nice. Then in May, a week before my birthday, one morning, she and her brother both came really late, together, with him laying on their car horn as they flew into my driveway,----- on a dialysis day,----- with me in here at my computer, in full on screaming meltdown mode on the phone with my kidney center social worker, and they both lay straight into me, them both yelling right at me, charging into my living room, calling me ridiculous, with even him going so far as to actually pick my desk phone up and hang up on the call i was on with my kidney center social worker----who was on the phone with me, trying to calm me down. I kept screaming, and they only reacted by threatening to leave me, with no breakfast, and no way for me to get to dialysis.

He calmed down, and fixed my breakfast, but, yeah, got me---late---to dialysis, where, because i was still highly riled up, my dialysis machine kept alarming, and they had to put Acti-vase in my catheter to get it to work. In addition that day, my blood pressure was at literal stroke level.

That evening, after i had another meltdown because of the way my spaghetti was plated up with way overkill on melted cheese on the top of it, at first, S#$%@ was going to fix it, but then his sister came in, and they both yelled at me yet again with their usual harsh ableistic judgments: “Oh, here you are, Melissa being ungrateful, using your autism as an excuse, you are selfish this, bad that, a burden, a behavior, a tantrum, you don’t appreciate us and what all we do for you, and we even think you are lying about your disabilities....” Then they both left. In total and complete frustration, i threw the entire dinner on the floor, because as usual i was being unheard, as usual i had no say in my care, no rights, it was their way or the highway, as usual....and i just could not do this anymore.....i tried to run away.....and came back later, having to heat canned raviolis up in the microwave.....

It got better with S#$%@ after that, in fact, unusually better with him, because i had Connie come talk to him....and it calmed him down and he even told both my friend Connie and i he now gets me and that these upsets are not going to happen anymore. After that, he even had talks with my kidney center social worker that gave her hope too---but even when the sister and i made up a week later after that awful day and night, things were never the same between her and i.....

Because of that night, i had Connie come in as a third caregiver, thinking that would help....it did until S#$%@ realized he would lose money by me having Connie as a secondary caregiver, plus Connie came right out and called him out on the way i’ve been treated by him and sister these past 9 month.....and then more hell happened on Father’s Day with the sister and the sister’s mean friend, when S#$%@ took me to his house for a Father’s Day BBQ. When the mean friend of the sister’s told me to stop the stimming i was doing, sister came in yelling at me for standing up for myself to her mean witch friend.....and now? He has finally turned on me.....

I have both of these ex caregivers now blocked, as well as their just as cruel wicked witch of the West den mother, as well as HIS evil girlfriend and partner in crime.

The reason i am writing so passionately this morning, is because i am rage pissed, deeply hurting mentally, and i do not feel well physically either this morning, i am still having lower abdominal cramping, still feel physically sick.

I am CRUSHED that this young man has done this to me, left me when i, a borderline Type 2 diabetic, needed my breakfast, and to get to a vital medical treatment that is keeping me alive.

S#$%@ and his sister, when they were my caregivers, would routinely play games with me when i would get upset at them, cruel mental games, were always late getting to me, they always yelled and screamed at me, and several times before he finally did leave me on Saturday, threatened to leave me without food and a way to get to dialysis. Yes, there were several other times where i was threatened with no breakfast and no way to get to dialysis.

They both knew that i am all alone, with no family support. They preyed on all of my fears and vulnerabilities. All the while telling me over and over and over again how much they loved me.

On Saturday, S#$%@ finally made good on their threat to leave me hungry and without my dialysis.

ALL of this is well-documented by my social worker at my kidney center, by my local hospital where i had to go to try to get dialysis there on Saturday after S#$%@ left me, and by the local police, after the kind hospital social worker who saw me while i was at the ER, told me i needed to make a police report on what S#$%@ did to me.

I have not gotten a dialysis treatment since Thursday. They were going to admit me Saturday so that i could get dialyzed, but they did labs and decided against it because those labs came back normal. I am going to go back in this morning to get more labs done, to make sure i can wait till tomorrow my normal time to get dialyzed. If not, i will have to get dialyzed today.

Again, this post needs to go viral, to illustrate that caregiver abuse of vulnerable disabled folx, is a real and pervasive and serious evil occurance that needs to be stopped.

Abusive caregivers need to be placed on a national registry, just as sex offenders are, and need to be banned from ever caring for and abusing anymore of us.

As for me, this is why i have the deep trust issues i have. Exactly why. Exactly why i now have the C-PTSD i now have. Because sadly, i have had a long string of these kind of abusive caregivers, from 2012 on when i first needed caregivers.

I know this was long. It needed to be. Because these stories need to be told. Shouted from the rooftops.

Caregiver abuse is a REAL and SERIOUS problem. And it needs to be stopped full stop. No more. We disableds are human beings. And we matter.

Thank you.

[Above blog is a more detailed account of what i have had to endure for over nine months, in my own home. If you read my Timeline post, please read this, and share it widely.]

Update on Thursday June 27, 2019: I did go in for dialysis for a three hour run Monday, which was successful. On Tuesday, i tried to do my regular four hour treatment, but my catheter would not pull. I was only able to get one hour and forty five minutes of my Tuesday treatment, and no dialysis today. Instead, i am going into the cath lab to have yet another new catheter put in my chest, so i can hopefully get back on schedule with my dialysis again.

Connie is once again my caregiver.

In addition, S#$%@ has moved all of his computers and personal things out of the middle room. He told me he would have everything out by this past Sunday at noon, but as of Wednesday, he still had desks, two sofas (he took the cushions from them though), two vinyl chairs (of which he also took the seats from), a red Coca Cola refrigerator, and my desk, with many of its drawers also missing and gone. In addition, i had three folding chairs that are mine that he also stole from me.

I also asked for him to return an art portfolio full of felt tip marker drawing i spent hours upon hour drawing in the 80’s and 90’s, that he still has, at his house, and has yet to give back to me.

Between him and his sister, much of my possessions are i am afraid, forever gone. My emotions are forever ripped apart by those two.

I trusted them to care, to love me and to really care, and i instead got my entire being forever broken.