Grotesque | Jordan Peace
Last semester I worked for a group home here in Cedar. I worked the weekend graveyard shifts so my job mainly consisted of making sure no one in the house ran away, other than that I would watch movies and tv all night. In theory this is a great job for a college student. Unfortuantely we don't live in a theoretical world. The particular house that I lived in had two people all of which were deemed high functioning, meaning they could do everything for themselves, but still needed supervision.
After working there for a month a new person came to live at the house. This is where things got nasty. While I won't say this man's name he looked like a cross between Golem and that yellow guy from Sin City. Also I have a strong feeling that the man in Matt's post is also this particular man. So Golem, as I shall call him, has a particular dislike of getting up during the night to go to the bathroom so instead he would urinate on a pile of dirty clothes that was next to his bed. As you can imagine the smell of fermenting urine combined with the fact that he refused to bath gave him an odor all his own. Now as disgusting as this is it's only the lead up to one particular night's events.
Golem had recently returned from the hospital after having shoulder surgery for unnessisary reasons. This being said the upper right side of his body looked as though Jasper Johns had had a seizure on him. So this particular night I was sitting in the living room watching TV and Golem opens his door and a burst of the most foul air hit me in the face making me gag. Without a word he waddles into the bathroom and is in there for a moment before calling out "Can you come here Jordan?" I replied that I would and came into the bathroom to see Golem standing there naked with how shall I say fecal matter pasted to his backside. With a tone appropriate if you were asking for a soda Golem asks me the question I feared the most. "Will you wipe me?" Steeling up my convictions so as not to throw up I politely told him that he needed to do that for himself, for he was certainly capable of doing so with his other hand. With a grudging "Ok" he sat down to clean himself as I went to the kitchen and threw up.
After working there for a month a new person came to live at the house. This is where things got nasty. While I won't say this man's name he looked like a cross between Golem and that yellow guy from Sin City. Also I have a strong feeling that the man in Matt's post is also this particular man. So Golem, as I shall call him, has a particular dislike of getting up during the night to go to the bathroom so instead he would urinate on a pile of dirty clothes that was next to his bed. As you can imagine the smell of fermenting urine combined with the fact that he refused to bath gave him an odor all his own. Now as disgusting as this is it's only the lead up to one particular night's events.
Golem had recently returned from the hospital after having shoulder surgery for unnessisary reasons. This being said the upper right side of his body looked as though Jasper Johns had had a seizure on him. So this particular night I was sitting in the living room watching TV and Golem opens his door and a burst of the most foul air hit me in the face making me gag. Without a word he waddles into the bathroom and is in there for a moment before calling out "Can you come here Jordan?" I replied that I would and came into the bathroom to see Golem standing there naked with how shall I say fecal matter pasted to his backside. With a tone appropriate if you were asking for a soda Golem asks me the question I feared the most. "Will you wipe me?" Steeling up my convictions so as not to throw up I politely told him that he needed to do that for himself, for he was certainly capable of doing so with his other hand. With a grudging "Ok" he sat down to clean himself as I went to the kitchen and threw up.
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