R/s Hortense Smoot has no legs and she is in a wheelchair. R/s Ms. Smoot can bathe and dress herself but she can prepare her meals. R/s Ms. Smoot lives with her daughter, Celeste and she leaves Ms. Smoot at home at night by herself. R/s sometimes Ms. Smoot is home alone during the day. R/s Ms. Smoot looks like a zombie. R/s it appears that Ms. Smoot is not being taken of care. R/s the house has a reek smell. R/s in the past, Celeste use to smoke marijuana. RISK FACTORS CLIENT FACTORS (CHILD/VULNERABLE ADULT FACTORS): Hortense Smoot is a black, born on 08/18/1944. She has no legs and diabetes. She is in a wheelchair. ENVIRONMENTAL FACTORS (AND WORKER SAFETY): The home address is 413 Schofield Street, Florence, SC 29501.
There was probable evidence that Mollie’s caretaker withdrew care without making alternative arrangements (Fulmer, 2008). The findings indicate that Molly remained alone for many hours on end, without food or water and without a method of contacting anyone for assistance. Mollie’s hypertension and diabetes were not monitored. Medications were not administered.
In her essay “On Being a Cripple,” Mairs describes her path of acceptance of her multiple sclerosis (MS) diagnosis by declaring that she is a “cripple” in alternative to the more broadly acceptable terms: disabled or handicapped. Her essay is written with humor, satire, an open heart, and open eyes. Mair’s purpose is to describe her acceptances of her condition by using rhetorical elements and appeals, such as ethos and pathos, in order to allure her audience.
Nancy Mairs - Crippled and Strong Throughout this passage , Nancy Mairs uses the word cripple to describe who she is and the beliefs of her condition. She does this by describing her condition in a few different ways: the opinion of others and the opinion of herself. As anyone should, she decides what her title as a person should be and she doesn’t listen or care for anyone’s opinion outside of her own. Her tone is very straightforward throughout the passage.
The setting of this observation takes place in a suburban home in southern Maryland. The home belongs to the grandmother of the subject. The day is before thanksgiving and there are a lot of family members present. Six people other than Imani are here; her older brother who seemed to be 2 years old, her male cousin who seems to be the same age as her, her grandmother, two aunts, an uncle, and her mother. There are three boys total and four females, including Imani. The home has three floors, with most of the activity taking place in the kitchen and family room. In the family room, there were couches, a tread mill, television, and a set of steps that lead to the kitchen. The kitchen has a table, an island, appliances,
Nancy Mairs, born in 1943, described herself as a radical feminist, pacifist, and cripple. She is crippled because she has multiple sclerosis (MS), which is a chronic disease involving damage to the nerve cells and spinal cord. In her essay Disability, Mairs’ focus is on how disabled people are portrayed, or rather un-portrayed in the media. There is more than one audience that Mairs could have been trying to reach out to with this piece. The less-obvious audience would be disabled people who can connect to her writing because they can relate to it. The more obvious audience would be physically-able people who have yet to notice the lack of disabled people being portrayed by the media. Her purpose is to persuade the audience that disabled people should be shown in the media more often, to help society better cope with and realize the presence of handicapped people. Mairs starts off by saying “For months now I’ve been consciously searching for representation of myself in the media, especially television. I know I’d recognize this self becaus...
Filban said the home had a yard that was overgrown. “The trees and bushes were overgrown, and the house was dark,” Filban said. “And the windows were covered.” She and her sister slept in the front bedroom of the house. She remembers the bedroom having a large, floor-to-ceiling window. She said you could look out and see the wra...
..., born in 2004, is currently living in Peru. She was born with normal hearts and lungs. She underwent numerous surgeries such as kidney transplant, leg separation and organ reconstruction. When she was just 3 months, doctors operated on her lower extremity for the first time. With each operation, doctors hope to bring her a better and happier lifestyle.
Hazel Motes is a World War II veteran that was sent home because of a vague medical condition. Motes was born and raised in
Plot: Woman gets call at work from her father, telling her that her mother is dead. Father never got used to living alone and went into retirement home. Mother is described as very religious, Anglican, who had been saved at the age of 14. Father was also religious and had waited for the mother since he first met her. They did not have sex until marriage and the father was mildly dissapointed that the mother did not have money. Description of the house follows, very high ceilings, old mansion it seems, with chimney stains, it has been let go. Jumps in time to narrators ex-husband making fun of narrator fantasizing about stains. Next paragraph is the father in a retirement home, always referring to things: ‘The lord never intended.’, shows how old people have disdain for new things, the next generation appears to be more and more sacreligious. Shows streak of meanness when ‘spits’ out a reference to constant praying, narrator claims he does not know who he is talking to, but appears to be the very pious mother. Following paragraph jumps back in time to when narrator was a child, she asks her mother constant questions about her white hair and what color it was, mother says she was glad when it wasn’t brown like her fathers anymore, shows high distaste towards her father, the narrators grandfather.
John, a 55 year old man, comes in the office with his wife, Rita. His wife is concerned about some changes in her husband. She reports that sometimes he seems to be moving in slow motion while doing daily routines such as getting dressed, and leaving the house. She has also noticed that John loses his balance quite often, and claims there’s nothing wrong with him despite keeping his hand on the wall for support. Finally, Rita has observed that her husband has unsteady hands and his handwriting has become small and almost illegible.
Hollow eyes glanced around the pristine apartment, the gray scale color scheme seems to match the women clasping her hands together, pursing her lips and searching for approval from the girl that stood in the doorway. Automatically, the girl deduced the woman was quite wealthy, especially in the neighborhood she'd now live in. The streets were busier, filled with nicer cars instead of busted ones without their fenders falling apart at the edge. Her nimble fingers explored the wall as she took careful steps into the living room. Winnie wasn't acclimated to this life style: the wallpaper wasn't being striped at the corners, stainless carpets without nothing questionable left behind, no sign of undesirable critters, and silence. She could finally
Marie’s grandparent’s had an old farm house, which was one of many homes in which she lived, that she remembers most. The house was huge, she learned to walk, climb stairs, and find hiding places in it. The house had a wide wrap around porch with several wide sets of stairs both in front and in back. She remembers sitting on the steps and playing with one of the cats, with which there was a lot of cats living on the farm...
Police arrived at Margaret Smith’s house early in the morning at about 1 A.M. When the detectives arrived, they saw Charles lying on the stairs unconscious, with his feet on the stairs and his whole body on his back. Charles had an unbroken glass in his hand. Charles was wearing a robe over a tuxedo, with dress shoes on, and Margaret was standing over his body with a shocked expression. Something was being cooked on a pan on the stove, which was on. There was a plant in a pot next to the staircase, and a mirror and two candle holders with candles in them on the wall next to the staircase. Margaret had told the detectives that she and her husband got into a fight. She went to the country club for a party and came back to the house for a drink with her friends and find her husband on the stairs, who according to her was coming down for another drink when he fell down the stairs. Our investigation and evidence led us to believe that Margaret’s story is false and she is lying about what happened to her husband, Charles Smith.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
Three houses down from my own dwelling was a dingy, white shack of a residence. The windows, smeared with dirt, were always dark and absent of any activity; however, today the windows reflected blinking lights of red and blue. One officer lumbered towards the run-down house, while his partner hovered near the vehicle. Thaddius Clutch, a lanky young man with dark and shaggy hair, sat in the back with his head bowed. Unkempt grass loomed over the sidewalk where Mrs. Clutch stood as the officer approached her.