You and I
by Elaine Popovich
I am a resident. You reside.
I am admitted. You move in.
I have behavior problems. You are rude.
I am non-compliant. You don’t like to be told what to do.
When I ask you to dinner, it is an outing. When you ask someone out, it is a date.
I don’t know how many people have read the progress notes people write about me.
I don’t even know what is in there. You didn’t speak to your best friend for a month when she read your journal.
I make mistakes during my check writing program. Someday, I might get a bank account. You forget to record some withdrawals from your account. The bank calls to remind you.
I want to talk to the nice looking person behind us in the grocery store. I was told that is inappropriate to talk to strangers. You met your spouse in the produce department. He couldn’t find the bean sprouts.
I celebrated my birthday yesterday with five other residents and two staff members. I HOPE my family sends a card. Your family threw you a surprise party. Your brother couldn’t make it from out of state. It sounded wonderful.
My case manager sends a report every month to my guardian. It says everything I did wrong and some things I did right. You are still mad at your sister for calling your mom after you got a speeding ticket.
I am on a special diet because I am five pounds over my ideal body weight. Your doctor gave up telling you.
I am learning household skills. You hate housework.
I am learning leisure skills. Your shirt says you are a “couch potato.”
After I do my budget program tonight. I might get to go to McDonald’s if I have enough money. You were glad the new French restaurant took your charge card.
My case manager, psychologist, RN, occupational therapist, physical therapist, nutritionist and house staff set goals for me for next year. You haven’t decided what you want out of life.
Someday I will be discharged…maybe. You will move onward and upward.
I found this poem cleaning out old folders. It made me sad to think how many people have these thoughts daily as the staff and as the clients. We are no different – we have just changed the words from the person who lives admitted verse someone one on the outside.
We are not different….we are blessed.
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Angela Brooks is the author of her best seller "The Nurses Voice", and is a contributor to the nursing magazines "Scrubs Magazine" and "NurseTogether.com". She is also a marketing leader for growing Health Company whose mission is to inspire individuals to lives of wellness, purpose, and abundance!
She is the founder of angelabrook.com, a company dedicated to helping empower nurses who works in the mental health field. Not just for nurses – but those that nurse others in life. She is the nurses voice, the voice for those unheard.
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