Hello again
I came home tonight to my kitchen being a complete mess. This is what I am saying about the fact that I have to move and the promises of the PGT have failed not only my mother, but myself as well.
I am in this situation because everything I owned was stolen and the police did nothing about it. Well they couldn't. They could not find the person.
And I am stuck living like a pig. Because I have no control over the people who live with me.
I have nothing.
Yes I made the choice to give up my life to look after my mother. And I am glad I did this. Yes there is stress. Allot of stress.
I have to deal with the PGT all the time. I have to deal with slanderous statements by staff at Oceanside. I have to deal with not being able to even get a copy of the incident report.
They are holding my mother hostage. Mom should of been moved by now. My name is ruined because of these staff members.
My mother has to suffer. Not having proper shoes, no funds available to get the shoes. Even though I am told there is the funds.
I can't get enough of these funds to make a difference. There should be $500. available to me. Not so. One tells me to talk to the other.
More abuse.
Mom tells me she no longer wants to be their. Tonight is another example of this. I have not been feeling well, and I have been getting up late the last two days. Which means I get to White Rock late. And tonight, mom's dinner was on the other side of the table, beyond mom's reach. I get their and mom is trying to reach her dinner. And on top of this, mom is needing to go to the washroom right now. I mean right now. I bring her to her room, and mom does not even want to have a drink. She has to go so badly.
Finally, she get to go to the washroom and changed and ready for bed. And they tell me, "your mother went well tonight. she had a poo" Well I new she had to go to the washroom and she needed to go number 2.
I know my mother and what she needs. And it is not Oceanside or the PGT .
Mom needs to be in a home, living with me. So I can take care of her properly. So she can enjoy what is left of her life. To see everything she has missed for the last 7 years. Being locked up in theses places and not taken anywhere.
Yes I will admit I am a looser. I have had no car, can't afford one, in dept. Trying to get out of dept. Complaining about everything.
I made the choice to live and look after mom, and I no what that meant. I live below poverty.
I just wish I could win the lottery, so I can get a house for mom and I to live in. With a back yard. And when she passes. I will just sell the house and give the money to charity. I will have no use for it then .
My world will be over and there will be nothing left to live for.
Yes I am trying to start adsaac.com, but I don't even have the time or money to finish the web site and get it up on a proper hosting site.
I cant turn this french nonsense off on this computer. Every so often it turns on and I cant even use the comma key. It give me รจ that is what I get.
Back I go. So mom wants out of Oceanside, and I don't blame her. I want her out now. It seems they are holding mom hostage. They dope her up anytime they wish. As today. Stoned out of it. You can tell by the pupils of her eyes.
Global TV is now doing a story on needing better care for our seniors.
I write and write and nothing is done. Not even a response.
I ask for help, not for me, but for my mother. All I get goes to my mother. This is why I have lost over 80 lbs. Mom is first, I am last. That is just the way it has to be.
I don't even date. Have not had a girlfriend in, well I don't know how long it has been. It is OK. It is not like I don't attract women. I do, and they are very attractive at that. I am surprise sometimes, at the women who are attracted to me. But they can not handle the fact I do this for my mother and wont change for them.
Mom and moms happiness is more important to me than they are. Mom is first. I will never put this aside. Even now, being sick. Wanting to stay in bed, but getting up and going, as mom cant go anywhere.Mom is stuck where she is and not able to get out. So I get my ass out of bed, get ready and go.
It is not like someone out of the blue is going to help me out and get me a car to take mom out. Or someone is going to help me out with furniture to furnish a place.
Believe me, I have asked. And no replies.
I write everyone who I can think of, to ask for help. And nothing. I write this, as someone has to let the world know, what actually happens to our loved ones. Based on what is happening to my mother.
I cant, no matter the fact, that no one helps. Stop from writing and being their for mom. Period.
I love my mother, and will give up everything for her. My life, my health, my everything. And in return I get so much more than I thought I would get. Or expect to get.
I have to leave right now, I could write forever tonight.
But I need to go.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
