I've Entered A New Phase With My Client, Hope (not Her Real Name) That I'm Trying To Understand. The

I've entered a new phase with my client, Hope (not her real name) that I'm trying to understand. The first day I came was rough. I was eager to do the things I'd be placed with her to do: get her up, help her shower, get dressed, have breakfast, and so on. She reacted by resisting strongly, so I quickly learned never to push her and let her choose what we do and when as much as possible. We had a couple of weeks where most of the time, we got along very well. We even had a couple of touching moments of sincere connection. Hope has very limited language but she's not cognitively impaired and can say no and ok. So when I phrase things as yes or no questions I can find out what she wants.

For about a week now, though, she's been very resistant and angry. I don't know why, exactly, of if this represents a true change. Could be we had a kind of honeymoon period and now that's worn off. Or maybe she's now comfortable enough with me to express anger and unhappiness. Or, as it presents, she's angry at me for real and I've done or am doing something that's bothering her.

Meanwhile I'm getting better with all the techniques, so the last option isn't easy to pinpoint, if that's the true cause of her resistance and frustration. Of course I've tried asking her but this sort of guessing game, where I exhaust all the most likely problems and move on to wild speculation, has always annoyed the hell out of her.

Right now she needs a change and the bed is only going to get wetter and less comfortable, but she won't let me do anything. I've offered every option I can think of and she says no to everything.

I hope I figure this out soon.

I went to close the coop earlier but the hens didn’t feel like going home just yet, so I told them they could forage for ten more minutes before bedtime. When I returned (expecting to find them huddled inside, say good night, and close the door) they were standing by the door, looking like they didn’t dare to go in. There was a bird in their coop. A non-chicken bird. It was flying chaotically the way trapped birds do, crashing into every wall, somehow unable to stumble through the wide open door. The hens were staring at it with total stupefaction. The three of us stood there watching the bird and feeling awkward before it occurred to me to open the trap door over the nesting boxes, and it finally managed to fly out through this larger opening. The hens immediately entered their coop, climbed the little ladder to get inside and started the delicate process of choosing which perch to settle on tonight—while clucking to each other nonstop. I bet they’re still talking about it. They saw a fellow bird choose to leave the safety of the coop and fly away into the forest right as the sun was setting. Just about the craziest thing a bird could do. I started walking home and I could still hear their clucks of disbelief inside the coop the whole time.

A character in a historical fiction book who is a noble but always speaks in a flawed imitation of a lower class accent because he thinks it's funny.

emperor kuzco was clearly gay

there’s literally nothing more fun than being kind????? like? making someone feel loved and appreciated and seeing them smile and hearing them giggle?? sign me the fuck up

The sad part of the poor captain’s determination to make it to England is that, in a way, it would be better if he didn’t.  Because he’s bringing a vampire to a place with a lot more prey than one ship can provide.

And he doesn’t know that!  He has no idea what’s killing his men, or that it would be a bad idea to let it get on shore.  The captain is doing his very best to be brave and honorable in a terrifying situation, and that’s part of why it’s so tragic.

Anyway, in an AU version of this story, this would be Dracula: