When
I applied for a care job, the challenges I assumed I was likely to face were
exhaustion from all the cycling involved and the shame of working as an adult
care worker, though I was a post graduate student in the UK. In my country
people believe some Kenyans abroad do menial jobs (the jobs the locals do not
want) to survive, to an extent they are right, I was doing it for survival.
Here I was in a foreign country, running out of money and hardly successful in
getting other jobs despite many applications. No updates on my work status were
going to feature on my Facebook page. Little did I know, neither was I informed
during my ‘comprehensive’ one-week training on the sort of abuses I would face
daily and how no one would ever get punished for it. The brutal nature of
working as a care worker made me swear, I would NEVER work as a care worker
again.
Home
care work mainly entails assisting mostly elderly individuals with activities
of daily living including dressing, eating, taking care of their houses and
shopping to more complex tasks such as end of life care.
The
verbal abuse you are likely to face as a care worker is mainly from service
users, their next of kin or just rude care workers. Old age is not a cure for
bad character. The trigger for abuse includes dementia, frustration with caring
services or life generally and other factors such as tardiness.
A
few days into my work, I was struggling when assisting an elderly service user get
dressed, having only dressed myself before. The service user examined my
nervous face as I tried to figure out how to get her arms in after successfully
getting the blouse over her head and called me a ‘bitch.’ There was a second of
silence that felt like a lifetime, I was shocked, my hands were trembling as I tried
to make sense of the situation.
‘Was
it because of my skin colour?’ thoughts raced across my head.
‘I am not a bitch.’ I said in a shaky voice.
‘Well.’ She went on. ‘You are bloody useless!’ Her
face emotionless.
I had other nasty things I wanted to say.
‘Me, useless! At least I can take care of myself.’
I really needed the job, also I would have
felt way sillier a few days later when I learnt the service user had dementia. As
the calls were mostly half an hour and at times one hour, I had no time to read
the care plan, like a 50 page book.
I was once abused for being late.
‘Was I late?’
Off course!
Tardiness
was largely as a result of a poorly organised rota, aimed at maximising profits
for the care companies by fitting in as many elderly people within a specific
period, even though you would need half an hour or so to get to the next call.
Generally, care companies do not provide sufficient travel time. I had a bad
Christmas 2018, not only was I alone and broke in a foreign country, I happened
to be working on that rainy day. During that afternoon shift, I had a two carer
call that was half an hour away by cycling from my previous call but they were
generous enough to give me five minutes travel time, the second carer’s bike
had a puncture subsequently we were approximately 20 minutes late for the call.
The caregiver to the service user was not pleased and gave us a dressing down.
As I was new, I maintained dignified silence, but the other care worker was all
too happy to respond, insult for insult and rude word for rude word. I swore I would never work again on Christmas
day again, I quit my job 10 months later.
Care
workers face a threat of physical abuse every day. I dreaded attending some of
my calls as I was scared the service users would try and hit me. I know care
workers who suffer life altering injuries in the hands of service users. You
are likely to suffer from physical abuse from elderly persons with dementia. In
one of my visits, I found myself running from a service user with dementia who
I thought was chasing after me. Halfway through my ran, I realised, he was still
sitting on his bed. So, he got up to chase me, then fell back on his bed as he
was still holding the side railing, thinking back that was quite funny. Dementia
calls mainly involved trying to avoid hits and kicks and explaining nicely to
them why kicking someone is dangerous.
‘Why
didn’t I report it? You ask.
I
did
I
was asked to refer to another care worker who knew how to handle him, however,
she had not taken care of him for months and his dementia had progressed since
then. I have watched other care workers get hit, beaten, bitten and kicked. The
inaction, I must admit made me resentful towards people with dementia, even
though it was not their fault. It also
made me realise, my employers did not care about me, who sends a somewhat
petite female to care for a male dementia service user with a known history of violence.
Yes,
it does happen! As a young woman working as a care worker, I viewed most of the
people I took care of as my grandparents or as good friends. Taking care of
male clients was awkward generally for both parties, but old age is no cure for
a pervert mind. Forms of sexual abuse include sexual harassment, inappropriate
touching and unwanted sexual advances. Imagine as a new naïve care worker, an
elderly man asking you to wash to his balls and around his balls. You comply
because that is personal care, then he says
‘Can
you be a bit rougher?’
As a
new care worker, you stop to ponder the appropriateness of the request, it
should be a fairly quick job washing someone’s genital. When I expressed my discomfort,
the man started rubbing his own balls while making really uncomfortable noises
until he finished, it was very uneasy and humiliating. Other female care
workers reported this particular elderly man, I reported this to the office,
more so when he started asking me to join him in the shower, not to be shy when
rubbing his genitals and asking for unnecessary creams to be rubbed on his
genitals. I was encouraged to ignore it. Where older individuals understand
what they are doing is wrong, it should not be tolerated.
·
Exploitation
Care
jobs in themselves are exploitative, they generally offer bad working terms and
promise to leave you feeling really good at the end of the day for taking care
of the vulnerable. When I started working, I was assured I would be working
around my home area. I ended up having to use Google maps every single day and
at the end they attempted to charge me for using a work phone for ‘non-essential’
purposes. When care firms state they will be paying you £9 an hour, that is a
rough estimation. If you add all the unpaid travel time and gaps between your
calls its roughly £4 pounds an hour. On most weekends that I worked I started
work at 7am and finished at 9:30pm but I was only paid for roughly 7 hours.
Often care calls have half an hour to hours gaps. On Christmas day, I realised
if I cycled back to my house, I would not make it to my next call on time. For
one hour, I stood outside in the rain as no shops were open and pondered how
pathetic my life was, alone and miserable on Christmas day. You were also
expected to cycle in the rain, strong winds and snow at no extra compensation.
As a result, I was constantly exhausted and my motivation dwindled.
The
care company would constantly call me on my days off and before classes and
literally beg me to help them out by accepting calls. I swear, they were
trained in manipulation tactics, I was made to feel bad if I did accept the
call. As a result, my life revolved around care work, I was physically and
emotionally exhausted and yet broke. When, I made mistakes other than tackling
the actual cause ‘exhaustion’ I was disciplined so that the care company could
prove it was me not them.
In
the 9 months, I was racially abused, chased away from houses and humiliated.
For service users with dementia, you learn to ignore it, for the others, you
learn to stand your ground and demand respect. However, all these forms of
abuse are likely demotivate you and slowly you find yourself caring less. Obviously,
care workers are not provided with adequate training to deal with challenging
circumstances or to care for individuals with complex needs. My one-week
training did not cover how to deal with any form of abuse and no support was
provided after. Further, care workers are not provided with adequate resources
and time to avert abusive circumstances. No
rational person would dream of the day when they start arresting dementia
patients or even pervert 80 year old men (whose body are giving way to sickness,
but minds have always been sick). Care workers play such an important role in
taking care and providing comfort to vulnerable individuals and decongesting
over stretched health services. Care companies and stakeholders need invest in
better training and support for care workers.
Despite such abuses I had wonderful time as a care worker, I
met such lovely individuals that taught me about life, love and death. These
individuals are still my friends to date.
