Worked overnights (asleep) at a group home for 4 older mentally disabled men. I sleep in the living room and get woken up around 3am by the kitchen lights on. Too tired to investigate, I go back to sleep. I wake up at my scheduled 6am time to get the clients ready for their day program. I walk into the kitchen and see a dried up trail of shit leading into the hallway. I'm like, ah fuck me. I enter the hallway and see the trail lead to the bathroom with a huge pile of shit in the bathroom and then the shit trail leading out and back into the clients room. I look over and he's sitting on his bed with his pants and underwear down around his ankles and shit all over his legs and in his underwear. I mean there is shit EVERYWHERE and the parts that aren't puddled are dry because he apparently he did this at like 3am. I look at him like "wtf mate!" and he's just looking at me like a deer in headlights and is eventually trying to explain that he tried to wake me, but since he's the quietest person on the planet i don't hear him. I was like, "next time just scream at me. flick the lights on and off. something!" And while all this is happening the other two clients that don't need me to wake them up are doing their thing as if nothing happened. I'm keeping my cool but inside I'm like, "do you see this shit!" So, I'm trying to clean this up and also get them ready for their day with meds, breakfast, etc. I'm putting paper towels on the floor to at least cover up the shit trail until i can get to that when i'm finished with the puddle in the bathroom. But of course, one of the clients has OCD and doesn't like paper towels and such lying around. So picks up the paper towel and I'm like, 'please don't pick that up. there's feces on the floor' and he's like, 'no! I have to!' Amidst this chaos I remember taking a break from it all and just staring out the window and thinking for a split second, "I could just run away from this. I could just run away."