Well, let's see. I called Rose this morning, before I left, and I told her that if he talked to me like that again, I was walking. She basically agreed, saying that if he was going to be like that to everyone, that he just needed to be in a home. Anyway, she let me know he was shaved and shit and dressed and ready to go, since when I showed up, i had to load him up for therapy.
I get here, he's in the kitchen, saying he has to get on the pot, he's got to shit, he may have messed himself. I got him on, and he basically shit for 20 minutes. I got Rose to call therapy and cancel for today, and went through a much more thorough cleaning of Ray's saggy ass than I ever wanted to deal with. Yes, he'd shit himself. Badly? No, quite well.
Anyway, since we weren't going out anyway, I got him to mute the TV and talk for a few. I let him know that what he'd said had hurt a lot, that it was incredibly disrespectful, and that I wouldn't put up with that, that once more and I was gone, period. He tried to play it off, a little, but I made sure he knew what I meant, what I was talking about, and how serious I was, plus how seriously it had hurt me. He also said that it was the pain talking, and I let him know that I understood that, but that his pain did not give him a right to take out his frustration on me or anyone else. He mentioned that he didn't disrespect me, quite the opposite, that it was just that little moment, and I should just forget it. I let him know that this is why it hurt even more, and that he should understand how important this was for me, that I couldn't just forget it. That since I'd given up my life to come do this, I wasn't going to do so to be yelled at. In the end, I think he actually understood, and he apologized, in such a way that I think he meant it. Still doesn't hold much with me, but it did help a little.
So, we'll see how things go from here.