A Hard Rain is Gonna Fall

Why is it that for some people, it is hard to imagine what another person may be going through?  For instance, I have lost loved ones and while I may not know what it feels like for any other person, I certainly knows what it feels like to lose someone I love.  Given that, I can express my condolences and know that I mean what I say, and the recipient knows that my expression of compassion is heart felt.  I am always a bit befuddled by people who lack empathy for others and under no circumstances can imagine themselves in another's shoes.

Mr. Larger Than Life is one of those people.  He hasn't a clue how others may be feeling, because he couldn't possibly care less that they are feeling or experiencing anything.  When his friend's sister died recently, his major concern was that his friend jump right back into life, and more importantly, get busy entertaining him.  Lord knows the narcissist hates to be alone.

I find myself in a peculiar situation today.  Awakened by the ringing phone this morning, I found myself shocked to be talking to Adult Protective Services about a complaint that someone had kissed Rachel on the lips.  Knowing Rachel, she was the one who invaded the space and initiated the kiss.  Knowing Rachel, she was not playing tonsil hockey, and this was just a smooch; an expression of affection.  Being kissed, and giving kisses is something I had to teach her as an expression of love and affection and let me tell you, it wasn't easy to teach an autistic child to give and allow such a social demonstration of feelings.

Listening to my inner voice, I knew immediately who the coward was that initiated the anonymous complaint against her colleague and brought sorrow and anger down upon this sunny day.  Yes, it had to be the one person employed in that house who I don't like, and she's lodged a complaint to get under her colleague's skin in a manner that will be hurtful and damaging.  This person, let's just call her Flaky for lack of a better term (it's what I've called her since April), has lodged the complaint against Rachel's primary provider.  In doing so, she has brought a boat load of misery upon all of us, but most especially, Rachel's caregiver.  Although her complaint doesn't state that Rachel is being sexually abused, I'm sure she found herself thinking that the rest of us would be as homophobic as she and would be perfectly willing to think that all homosexuals are automatically sexual predators.  I can connect the dots alright, but not in the way she thinks.

This person is about to get a lesson she surely never saw coming.  My husband laughed at me when I said aloud to no one in particular, "I'm about to teach her the real definition of a bitch."

To be continued...