A Neslo In Space

“About two and a half years ago, I was working part time as a caregiver and living at home with my mother, helping her take care of her elderly mother. Then I lucked (from my perspective, probably not most) into a job involving taking care of a person with mental and physical developmental disabilities in an apartment where I would live as well for 123 hours / week (this includes sleeping overnight). my hours were 5pm through 8am every M-F and all 48 hours on the weekend. It was a job that required a lot of effort, dedication, flexibility, sensitivity, and empathy, but I loved my job. In other words, for over two years, I rarely had a night off unless i scheduled it sometimes a month in advance, but I loved my job. I was paid a grand total of 1600/month plus medical and dental per month, but I still loved my job. I loved my job because I was finally able to make a difference for someone else who also had an incredibly rough life, even rougher than mine was. The man I cared for was in an institution for his entire youth that got shut down due to uncovered abuse of everyone who lived there. I love him and, although I no longer work with him, I still visit him when I can and bring him presents.”