Disability services or, the blind leading the blind So I've been lurking here for a while, and I finally have had enough and decided to share some prime stories from my work. I work in disability services-- group homes for adults with developmental and intellectual disabilities. The pay is ok, but the training is shit, many people in this field don't stay long, and there are long hours, difficult clients, and an unsettling amount of cleaning up human feces. So basically anyone who is willing to stay will be hired. As part of my job, I have to go to crisis management training where I learn how to physically restrain clients who are trying to injure other people. There were 5 other people there, and with one exception (the actual nurse, who was really fit), everyone was a hamplanet of varying orbital size. But there was Diabeetus Doughpants. I estimate his size to be around 400 lbs at roughly 6ft. His fupa hung distinctly over his pantline, he snacked constantly on the free candy and chips, and there were literally patches of rotting skin on his body. I sat beside him and had to hear his annoying wheezy mouth-breathing all session, in between the grazing sounds of shoveling more and more food into his hole. And then we got to the physical part of the session, and guess who I'm paired with. Doughpants was literally unable to stand up for more than 15 minutes at a time doing basic grab-releases that exerted no effort whatsoever. His tiny little arms flailed uncontrollably as his belly bounced up and down from the tiny movement. Needless to say, he couldn't correctly perform a single grad or release. At the end, we were practicing what was essentially a bear hug take-down. I had to put my arms around his body and lock his wrists in front in a crossed position. Now my measurements from arm to arm tip are probably about 45". I literally could not reach around this man's belly to grab his wrists. He had to pull his arms to the side for me to grab, meaning I conservatively estimate his fupa to have measured 55". This lazy fat piece of shit is paid more than I am due to his "seniority", but like fuck is he going to be able to intervene when his clients start breaking things and throwing them at each other. How the fuck is he going to do any of the tasks of caring for someone else when he can't stand up? How's he supposed to clean up a disabled client when he cleans up his ass with a rag on a stick? Providing care is a group home is an active, challenging job, and I guarantee this fupa trooper just sits on the couch and lets his clients run amuck. This field seems to attract lazy fat slobs, but this shithead was by far the worst I have ever seen. And I had to touch his doughy, smelly, diseased body, so I resent him for that as well.