Mike was a very popular guy when I used to visit him in his group home.
I imagine that he still is. Pretty good for a guy who doesn’t talk.
When I lived close by, I frequently got calls about Mike’s condition, usually if he had a seizure or a cut or a bruise. He was a frequent visitor to the emergency room. The staff didn’t take any chances. He was having an increasingly hard time getting around since one of his eyes developed a cataract. He kept bumping in to things. So they transferred him to a geriatric facility for a higher level of attention. The staff at his old place looked after him very well. We knew everybody’s name, staff and residents alike, and were included in the planning of his care.
What a difference from Willowbrook! My Mom always used to get calls about Michael being clobbered by another patient. Once, his teeth got knocked out. It was always another patient, so she was told. Michael certainly took his share of abuse back then.
There was only one occasion in his home where another resident hurt him. The staff wouldn’t tell me who, but I had pretty good idea. When I went to visit, he looked like a Civil War veteran.
Even the housemate who cut him thought Michael was a nice guy.