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For about a year and a half I worked at a group home. A group home is a place where people go if they are unwanted and/or have different disabilities. I worked with children who were taken away from their homes because they had crappy ass parents or juvenile criminal issues. Some of them were mentally ill children; most were just children that were physically and/or sexually abused by their parents.

 For any normal person working at a place like that is extremely stressful. As someone who is the closest (physically) to the kids or clients, you get the teenage attitude and then some. For me it was no different. On a daily basis I would be called a bitch or I would have to remedy a situation where a co-worker had been verbally and sometimes physically disrespected.

With them showing a lack of respect, we as staff had to keep their pasts in mind. That is a very hard task to do. At some point you do want to tell them off or as some of my co-workers would state “jack them up”. When I worked at that group home statements like that became understandable.  

On top of that, not all of the staff are people of high respect for themselves or others.  Some would talk too openly about their personal lives as if it were open season in their lives. Others were bold enough to speak on their co-workers’ personal lives as if they lived them their selves. And of course you had those employees who would stumble down and act like teenage children in front the children they were working with. All of this irked me.

The children plus the staff was to much for me to handle! I hated it! I hated when they would touch me. I hated when they would call me out of my name. I hated when they would disrespect my co-workers and me. I hated when co-workers would disrespect me! Oh and last but hardly least I hated the hours!!

So one day while working I told myself that I would never come back to that place. Unfortunately I did not inform my supervisors or anyone of my decision not to return. From that day in February it has been 5 months since I have clocked in.  They never called me and I never called them!  I am not proud of the way I left but, I had to do it.  I do not miss the clients, I do not miss the disrespect, and I definitely do not miss some of those messy ass co-workers.

If I could do it all over again, I would just tell one of my supervisors that I wanted to quit. Sign the papers and leave. But, I’m gone now.