Tag: compassion
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Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion
Crystal Reynolds Fisher posted some screen shots of text messages she had sent her manager at the convenience store where she worked, Crystal explains that her son is still on LIFE SUPPORT so would be unable to come into work, you would think the only reply would be of compassion and love. Crystal wrote along side the screen shots
“so my son is on life support and i tell my boss 48 hour before I am due to work that I will not be able to work until my son is off life support and this is what she tells me”.

Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion
It unfortunately gets worse and Dawn clearly doesn’t have an ounce of goodness in her soul.

Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion
Dawn still doesn’t care

Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion
Ok Dawn is heartless and totally unprofessional but the internet on this one occasion isn’t, the post received thousands and thousands of replies and shares and the company which employ Crystal in Albion Michigan saw it.
The Food Mart posted on their Facebook page “we would like to follow-up on the issue brought to our attention recently regarding how an employee time off request was handled by one of our managers. We investigated and have found that the situation was handled improperly and without the compassion that we value as a company. For that, we are very sorry.As a result of this finding, we took quick action and that manager is no longer employed by PS Food Mart. We have also reaffirmed to our employee that she will be able to take all the time off that she needs during this difficult period. We’d like to thank the public for their concern”.
We are pleased to hear the company dealt with this situation quickly and we hope that Crystals is on the road to recovery.
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People Born between 1940-1980 Are The Blessed Ones
A youngster asked his father : How did you people live before with:
No access to technology
No aeroplanes
No internet
No computers
No dramas
No TVs
No cars
No mobile phones?
Dad replied :
“Just like how your generation live today”:
No prayers
No compassion
No honor
No respect
No character
No shame
No modesty
No time planning
No sports
No reading
We, the people who were born between 1940-1980 are the blessed ones. Our life is a living proof:
👉 While playing and riding bicycles, we never wore helmets.
👉 After school, we played until dusk. We never watched TV.
👉 We played with real friends , not internet friends.
👉 If we ever felt thirsty, we drank tap water not bottled water.
👉 We never got ill although we used to share the same glass of juice with four friends.
👉 We never gained weight although we used to eat a lot of rice everyday.
👉 Nothing happened to our feet despite roaming bare-feet.
👉 our mother and father never used any supplements to keep us healthy.
👉 We used to create our own toys and play with them.
👉 Our parents were not rich. They gave us love, not worldly materials.
👉 We never had mobile phones, DVDs, play station, XBox, video games, personal computers, internet chat – but we had real friends.
👉 We visited our friend’s home uninvited and enjoyed food with them.
👉 unlike your world we had Relatives who lived close by so family time and ties were enjoyed together.
👉 We may have been in black and white photos but you can find colourful memories in those photos.
👉 We are a unique and the most understanding generation, because *we are the last generation who listened to their parents*. *Also , the first who have had to listen to their children.* and we are the ones who are still smarter and helping you how to use the technology that never exist while we were your age!!!
We are a LIMITED edition! So you better:
Enjoy us.
Learn from us.
Treasure us.
Before we disappear from Earth and your lives…
Love everything and everyone ❤❤
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If you ever see a parent with a little one having a melt down, please don’t judge!
As a parent you are met with judgements from everywhere, which also includes other parents. I say this, knowing that I am also a guilty party…I judge when I shouldn’t.
The judgements we face is the lack of pushing we do for one of children. Our little man with autism. You are often met with comments such as if he was hungry he would eat. For most children this is true, but not for a child with sensory aversions and also autism which comes with a lot of sensory issues.
For my little man he can only eat foods that he can fully chew or of a smooth consistency. There is no in between. This even cuts out something as simple as beans on toast. Whilst colours of foods appears to him he can’t stand to touch them let alone put them in his mouth. We can work around this by making him smooth soups…and even resorting to blended up baby food.
The aversions to what goes in his mouth also means that my little man can not take medication.
There are issues with sounds as well, we go around places and be unaware of certain sounds….some we are even completely oblivious to. For example a fan in a bathroom? How many of you would pay attention to this?? This simple noise kept my son awake rocking away with his fingers in his ears. We eventually found out what is was and sorted it. The low hum sound can come from many things, so we are always aware that all places can have this.
Simple things such as the light in a place can trigger a melt down.
Today we tackled something for Oscar, a hair cut which was completed! For a hair cut he is sensitive with the noise, the feel and also the feeling of loss as his hair is going. This has often resorted to melt downs which cause nose bleeds and vomiting. We are so overly proud.
If you ever see a parent with a little one having a melt down, please don’t judge! Think about what could have caused the melt down and realise environmental factors can trigger these. Sensory problems are huge for many children, not just those on the spectrum. Please don’t assume a child friendly place is suitable for those with sensory requires as really, not many are.
For us tackling something we plan, plan and plan. This still can lead to issues but together as a family we tackle this. We try new things, make Oscar aware of different lights, sounds and feel. We try taste but can’t often get there. But each day is a new day, we will conquer the world as he needs. Sensory aversions kick butt but we can kick butt more so.
Pictures to show how well he did.

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Dad Masturbates His Disabled Son And Explains Why
Dad Masturbates His Disabled Son And Explains Why
Perhaps one of the most controversial posts of late has been that of a blog by Fayzal Mahamed.
In the blog, he explains his actions in physically masturbating his disabled son and why he feels it is the best thing he can do for his therapy.
Mahamed explains in his blog post why he has chosen to do this and hopes to bring light to the taboo subject of disabilities and sex.
Fayzal Mahamed. Fayzal Mahamed is making headlines with his controversial blog post regarding his severely disabled son. Mahamed has openly stated he has chosen to masturbate his son as a treatment method.

Dad Masturbates His Disabled Son And Explains Why Mahamed’d son, Mustafa suffers from PIMD or Profound Intellectual Multiple Disabilities. He has severe disabilities that have left him unable to communicate or voluntarily move any of his muscles.
He has an estimated IQ well below 20 and is basically bed-ridden if it were not for his father’s care.
Mahamed explains that from around the time Mustafa was 17, he noticed his son would get erections during bath time and through regular therapeutic massages.
What Mahamed found in his research was a lot of hush-hush and brick walls. He explained that there wasn’t a lot of help out there for people in his situation.
In the beginning, Mahamed was confused and overwhelmed with caring for his son but felt as though there must be something he could do. “As a father who understood sexual behavior, I knew that my son was trying to express his sexual feelings because of the arousal that was happening around his body and that this sexual behavior was no different than most teenagers encounter after puberty in their personal sexual development,” Mahamed wrote.
Mahamed writes his biggest wall that was encountered came by way of fear in others. He states the issue itself is rarely discussed because it’s feared. “There is a taboo in discussing general sexual matters such as masturbation in society and this attitude gets aggravated in the discussion of sexuality of persons with disability,” he states.
Mahamed was able to find literature on sexual therapy and sex workers who were trained to help people with disabilities, but says none of which were available to his son. He states from insurance issues, therapy was out, and there were no qualified (or legal) sex workers in the South Africa area where they live.
After extensive research and discussions with medical personnel, Mahamed decided on a course of action for his son. “I thought the only way forward was to treat my son equally to other disabled persons and apply the professional advice given to other profoundly disabled persons, namely, therapeutic masturbation to relieve and gratify my son’s sexual expression,” he stated.
It was after this lengthy research that Mahamed came to the realization he would have to provide the therapeutic masturbation himself if he was serious about going that avenue for his son.
“It was at this stage that I soon came to realize that there was no alternative way to provide the therapeutic masturbation that my son needed other than to apply the therapeutic masturbation on my own,” Mahamed explained in his blog.
As Mahamed describes further in his blog, the experience of therapeutic massage was nothing more than a “natural extension” of the care he was already providing for his son. He states it was no different than caring for his son by bathing him or changing a nappy.
Mahamed explained his son’s reaction to the first treatment by saying, “I remember how my son expressed a sense of relief, delight and happiness with a smile followed by laughter and other sounds of contentment when I applied the therapeutic masturbation.”
The masturbation therapy has worked wonders on his son’s demeanor according to Mahamed. He states the therapy has “led to a calmness in my son’s behavior and he continues to show his contentment and happiness all around him.”
Mahamed says he understands the controversy behind the therapy procedures, but hopes his blog will bring light to a little-discussed topic. “I wish to appeal to parents and caregivers to consider that such care and nurture includes sexual care and this begins by recognizing that all persons with disabilities are sexual human beings”.

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Where Is Humanity?
Photographer A.J. Laberinto took photos that will send shivers down your spine and make you be thankful for where you live.
In May 2014, a photographer was strolling along the streets of Manila in the Philippines. Even though this moment was captured years ago — it’s still chilling to watch.
The photos are difficult to look at, but they need to be seen and need to be shared; awareness of this cold and dark moment in humanity needs to be spread.
A naked toddler was sleeping in the middle of a bustling public staircase not one person paying any attention, this child wasn’t anyone to them.
Laberinto was completely stunned by the lack of humanity that he was witnessing. Not one single person walking by even gave the baby a second glance. They are so used to homeless and begging children, this was normal. It’s hard to think that this is happening during this day and age.
The photographer said:
“There I was, camera–celfone rather, in hand turning around the corner when I saw the child. You see, only recently I’ve been taking pictures of whatever sight was in front of me strolling around Manila though not that many. So there I was, and for several seconds the baby lay there on the floor not dying but rather sound asleep. The passers-by having seen too many too much of street children and beggars knew already how to react: they just walked away. After having finished taking the photos I then asked some familiar faces in the crowd, people who actually lived near those stairs, as to where the parent of that baby was. Lo and behold, a woman somewhat bedraggled with dirty clothes on showed up and immediately carried the baby away. All of this in a span of seconds. I bought the child food, by the way, four days ago and he’s still living in the streets the very bed to sleep in he ever knew.“
Share these powerful images and be sure to spread some kindness today. Be the positivity we need in the world.
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I Help And Support My Childs Abuser
I want to share my story, the story of how i knowingly let my sons abuser move in every weekend.This is how I lost the support of my family but I feel I did the right thing.
My son was 2, a happy, mischievous blonde haired lad, a boy who never failed to make me smile.He was always happy, until September 3 years ago.
He became quiet and timid and was struggling to use the toilet, his bottom bled, I put it down to him straining too hard.
After a day of spotting I took him to the Doctor, my son screamed and screamed when the doctor tried to take down his trousers.
Once we had managed to take down his trousers and pants and the Doctor examined him, he discovered he had a large anal tear, we rushed to hospital.
At the hospital he was again examined but had to be sedated as he became so distressed, the police and social services arrived.
I was taken to the family room and spoken to, they said they think my son had been abused.
They asked for a list of people who had recently been in contact with my son.
As a lone parent and my son not at nursery yet the list was short. My father, my sister, my brother in law and my 11 year old nephew.
When the police spoke to them all my nephew confessed to raping my son.
Eventually he was sentenced to 6 months in a juvenile detention centre.I went to visit him and spoke to him at length, his mum and dad had disowned him.
He apologised and he told me he didn’t know it was wrong.
How could he not know?Surely my sons cries would make him stop?
The blood running down my sons legs?
I questioned him, he confessed that his father (my brother in law) did it to him all the time, ever since he can remember and he always cried and called out, he bled, he thought it was normal.
My poor nephew had been abused all his life…
I helped him report it, but no charges were ever made as who would believe the word of a child rapist with no evidence.
I decided I would would help him when he came out, after all my son and my nephew were both victims here.
My son luckily had no memory of the incident and was back to his normal happy self.
Social services and the courts were obviously reluctant to release him into my care, but agreed he could stay at weekends away from his new foster carers if I put special measures in place.
My nephew has the loft room, which I have to lock of a night, my son and nephew are never aloud alone together and social services visit once a month.
He’s been staying with us a year now and both my son and nephew are healing, my family have walked away from us, they do not support us.They do not see a broken boy who just needs guidance and love they see a rapist and a fool and a victim.
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What All Carers Wish They Could Say
Yes I am a carer, yes this is my job. Don’t come in here and shout at me because your mums not out of bed, I know you want her up at 7 but we have others who need us to.
I’ll get to her as quick as I can but shouting will not do.
I haven’t had a break but I won’t let your mother wait.
I’m sorry she isn’t wearing the new pink dress she didn’t want it on, don’t tell me I am stupid and I don’t understand.
Yes I know you want what’s best for mum, but so do I, you want her to make the appointment to have those tests done,but your mum is dead against it she has a say you know.
Don’t complain about me I’m doing the best I can, I can’t go any faster and can’t always stick to the plan, I know you want to leave at 8 but I can’t rush your mum.
When your mum Is crying in the night it’s me who holds her hand. Your mum is so lovely and makes my day so bright, I wish you saw me daughter and all that I do, so stop the constant digs and realise I am human to.
Don’t come here once a month and tell me what to do, this is not just a job I really do care, I worry when your mum is ill or hasn’t finished all her meal.
Your mum is well cared for, I don’t want constant thanks but please get off my back and let me do my job.
Please family member come see what we do, most carers do their very best and will always try to listen to what you want, but speak to us kindly and ask us why, don’t assume we are lazy or just don’t really care.
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Carers Do You Hear Me?
When the chair is rocking slowly and the fading eye lids fall, when friends and family visits start to slow.It is my carer who I call.
I’m sorry, I know you’re busy but please don’t rush me dear, my legs are very tired and I can’t help but fear.
I press my buzzer, I call out, I shout, I wish you would come near, I know I’ve pressed it often but I am lonely here.
I cannot make it to the toilet and you have to change my pad, I didn’t mean to make a mess, please talk to me with dignity and tell me what you’re doing, turn me slowly, don’t push and shove.
When I’m laying in my bed and you are washing me, don’t talk to your colleague as if I’m not here, I like to hear about your children and to tell you about my life, I wasn’t always like this and I have so many stories running through my head.
You work such long hours and your pay is very small, but I am very thankful for all you do , when you smile and joke with me, when you comfort and calm me, when you sit with me and hold my hand, when you remember I am a person who sometimes doesn’t understand.
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Growing up around mental illness
Growing up around mental illness
Normal childhood, my parents would take me out all the timeBut from what seemed like nowhere my mother got agoraphobia
Obviously this didn’t just come from nowhere, but to the mind of a child, it just appeared
One weekend going all over the country to visit family or friends or whatever, then… BAM! Can’t leave the house
“Can I have a lift to dads?”“I’m sorry, we can’t”
“Can I go to the park?”“Not today”
“Mum, Emily is having a sleepover, can I go?”“Another time”
“Can I go on the school trip to Italy?”“We can’t afford it, and it’s a very long time to be away”
I never envy or feel bitter about the fact I couldn’t do what I always wanted, don’t get me wrong it wasn’t always a “no” or “another time”My parents did their best to maintain a “normal” childhood for me
Except for the fact, they relied on me.
I’d be out with friends and my mobile would ring “can you come home, we’re having a bad time”And I’d return, to help diffuse the situation of a panic attack
It’s always been described to me as an elastic band of safetyThe elastic band used to cover a larger area, but over time it’s gotten smaller and smaller.
To the point my parents are stuck in the house for the most part
But, while I never got to do all of the things I wanted to when I was younger, I was taught skills of empathy, care, compassion and the importance of family to a degree I’m proud of.My parents are my everything, and every day I hope it’s a good day for their sake.
I am forever grateful of my childhood, it led to me being who I am today
A daughter, a wife, a mother and a nurse
I am forever grateful.

