Hi all, since I last came on mum made a new friend whom I can only worry about. Yet again she has let another abusive person in her life, he has been very arrogant towards me.
Late into the week before last the carers called me, luckily they caught me on a good time as I was just sat waiting in the car for my next job that day. They told me they were concerned about this man, I just told them I was too.
They said that they were concerned after what happened with the last man, and the one before. I just expressed the same concerns and just said there is nothing I can do. They agreed and said they would ring safeguarding.
My boss, the editor of the newspaper also went on holiday and we got a replacement in last week. The replacement was a very experienced journalist/editor of another local online news site, but he didn’t know the ins and outs of planning our paper. I had to guide him along and plan the paper myself - well the news bits at least (not the whole thing). I was also responsible for taking on more stories that week and picking up the design of some pages. This was the first time I was allowed to do pages. (I was trained in design at college/uni, it’s just not part of my job now but hopefully I will be given something extra after my boss sees I can do it). I really enjoyed the extra tasks and thought it was hard, it was super fun. I was proud of myself afterwards in a non tooting of own trumpet kind of way.
Whilst I was proud there was a period of time where I was just caught off guard by the safeguarding team who called me about the above.
I should also mention at this point is everything is abit everywhere in the office. It’s a three floor building, with 1 or 2 small rooms on each floor baring the ground floor which is just one space. Operations now only take place on the ground floor with the other rooms disused. Our building has just been sold too so things have been moved with rooms full of items waiting to be used meanwhile work has started on the top floor. When safeguarding called I was stuck. I had the experienced journalist and editor of another local paper on one side metres away, I was unable to use the middle room due to stuff and work was taking place on the top floor. I had to go into the toilet but I’m pretty sure people heard me. My work colleagues aren’t strangers to my mums problems, but I try to keep some things under wraps. When I came back down they asked me if I was okay. I just said “ohh it’s mums carers again, you know what she’s like.” They seemed okay with that but I was stressed.
I was trying to think about what to do with the information meanwhile the guy was asking me questions and I was trying to keep my cool level head. I’m annoyed they did that. Meanwhile all they had to say to me was it was up to me to do something.
I’m yet to know the outcome of the feedback from last week, I say feedback loosely but as I joked the other day “this could be the start of a new way of working, or I will never be allowed near it again.” The paper has already gone out and looks great so I don’t see any issues.
Anyway, so to carry things on the fair was also in town this week, this too is the most stress inducing thing to happen. The fair is absolutely massive and I only live two streets away from it. Parking is supposed to be controlled by permits which I have, but they aren’t enforced so once the car was home, it would not move. However with mum it was a different story. She wanted to go to the fair and I was fine with that to an extent, I wanted to go but she would be the last person I would choose. She is a very see it, want it sort of person, and there is a full street of vendors selling all sorts of foods. It’s just arghh. She also wanted picking up in the car, and I was just saying a straight up no which she didn’t like.
Whilst at the fair she did my head in repeatedly, she would not stop talking about the same thing to everyone she saw. “My partner died three years ago.” She was like this to everyone, luckily inflatable hammers are no longer a thing at fair because I would have bought one to hit her with every time she repeated the same thing.
She also conned me out of money, I took cash to the fair and decided to leave my main wallet at home. After we had been round I had £5 left on me with no bank card, she urged me into a nearby shop. She picked up a few items but I just let her get on with it, and she got to the till and looked in her purse. She must have had money because she said she brought some but did not spend anything, and she turned to me and asked me for mine. She was laughing and the guy on the toll whom she clearly knew was laughing with her and I felt like I was forced in a situation where I had to pay.
Tonight she has also behaved like a massive child again. I told her off because she upset my little sister (the one with severe mental health caused by the things she did when my sister was a child). Mum acted like she was the victim again, and was complaining that I treat her badly and always try to control her. I have to be the mother figure to my sibling because my mother isn’t one. She is 21 but only by age, she comes off much younger despite been very intelligent. All three of us are very intelligent, think we got it from dad.
Anyways all I know is mum is still on the waiting list for extra care housing with no idea when she’s likely to be offered a place, it could be another year yet