I worked in a group home for developmentally disabled children. It was a snake pit. The place was filthy, the people who worked with me couldn't have cared less about the children, accidents happened all the time. I had to call DCFS twice about abuse and neglect problems with the other staff. I remember the day DCFS came in and took out the TV, because the staff was abusing the residents by putting on their shows, and forcing the residents to sit there and do NOTHING while the stupid shows were on, It was a great victory the day they took that freakin' TV out. Pre-verbal autistic kids have NO use for TV. Also, I had to guard the medication cabinet, because other workers were always trying to steal the resident's meds. What is WRONG with people? You don't steal anything from damaged people, certainly not the meds they need to survive! (Plus, I was responsible for charting and distributing those meds. I did not want shortages on MY record.)
One evening, I was thinking about having to go back to that place the next day, and I started to cry and couldn't stop. It was instrumental in a Major Depressive Episode I had many years ago. I finally had to quit with only a day's notice. The job was killing me.