Passing The Generational Torch

Is Lewy Body Dementia passed down generations?

Grandma birthed eleven children, ten survived infancy. 

All sons went to WWII except for the youngest.

He served as a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

As we grew older, we noticed next gen medical challenges.

Children and grand-children. 

We've learned through Science and Medicine over decades.

Genetics play a large part in our lives.

At a young age we don't listen, we don't hear.

We believe "that" will never happen "to us". 

Sometimes we're right. Sometimes we're wrong.

Original family, Aunts & Uncles, split into two segments.

Some went to "the big city" across the River.

Others stayed in and around the small town.

Environment, we learn, also affects following generations.

Physically, mentally and emotionally.

Exposure to chemicals supposed to enhance our lives.

Ingredients put together, spread on food growing in fields.

Water treatments. Housing materials.                                  Exhaust from vehicles.

We use. We bury. Even when we find them to be Carcinogenic.

We disturb the land putting in sewers, roads, building houses. 

Nearby, but not directly "on" the contaminated soil.

Or so we tell ourselves.

We hide their adverse effects and claim they're necessary.

To "protect" like those who will be called as our National Guard.

For extra duty when riots at home break out.

When Wars are threatening our shores or those of our Allies.

I remember my husband's once a month "Reserve Duty".

Escalated to weekends biweekly and then weekly.

His "specialty" was critical to defense.

What was in those "necessary" shots he received?

How would they affect to protect those of us waiting at home...

Anticipating having children/grandchildren... 

never being told if our loved one's bodies...

were compromised by mandated chemicals.

What did he pass on to our children?                                         

How might they without knowing pass it on to theirs?

What will we find out about Dementia's "roots" or "causes"?

Do we already know but must wait until the generations most affected are no longer with us to "reveal" connections?

Whenever we see a story about these "life challenges" . . . 

There always seems to be something more prevalent superceding and replacing.

We don't just give our children the benefits,                                                                                                          We pass along the challenges of life.

We pass it through and often continue,                                                                                                                                     For generations to come.                                          

Care Giving: Cocooning With A Purpose?

We become "wrapped up" in our own lives after the caregiving for loved ones has ended.

We left regular life as we thought we knew it; we moved in another time and place as caregivers. 

We do it out of love, out of a sense of responsibility or for any of a dozen other reasons.

Sometimes it takes courage to look around, probe and find something that should have been obvious, should have been done days or weeks ago even after the care giving ends.

That's life. That's coping. That's survival.

For me, it was composing a couple of blog posts after some time of putting nose to grindstone, going to work, anticipating daughter's coming entry into full time work after months of preparation and sacrifice on both our parts. 

She attended a fast paced although often frustrating program meant to train her for a career, hope, a way out of our being on the wheel of life so many tread and we'd slipped onto.

I clicked through areas on my site where I can "administer" things. I found comments from readers.

I knew many were reading but longed for someone, anyone, to communicate. 

It was uplifting and then it was being dashed to the bottom of life, again, reading a blog by a writer who started writing in 2010 and is still adding a few comments although it appears her father has passed and her mother has just passed.

Courage and dedication from this writer you can see for yourself. On the website you can click through to the latest entry I've just read. 

She was the youngest, she cared for two parents she details as both being abusive during her life with them. 

Believe she mentioned there was a gap between her and another or others in years of birth being substantial -- like my daughter and my sons. Yet she stood by them, cared for them when others turned away, walked away or simply "went on with their own lives".

Although daughter and I have a great relationship like Mom and I had, I'm concerned about the years to come. 

So many choices. So little real direction. 

But I will walk this road at a much more informed and capable pace than my mother and my husband. 

Their lives have provided this insight, this knowledge -- unwanted at the time but so necessary now.

Advertisments on TV make it look so simple. Buy this Long Term Insurance, make a Will or other provisions including all the documents to try to "cover" every possibility. 

Wish it was that simple.

The variables and the outside challenges aren't always predictable. 

So much that should be done takes funding and takes planning. 

Even with that, there is no guarantee our loved ones won't encounter challenges, life struggles.

Who would have envisioned two immediate family members both needing extensive round the clock care; the invasion of our lives by an outsider who gained our trust and then used Undue Influence to tear our family apart? 

Who would have believed this would be done with the assistance of those we're told to trust and believe in and who we must turn to in times of need -- Medicaid, DHSS, Ombudsmen (VOYCE in our area), bankers, friends and even some family members?

Read almost any blog on surviving as a Caregiver where there are any challenges detailed and you'll see the same story with slightly different variations on a theme -- the theme of Senior Services Non Existent or Greatly Reduced.

Red Tape so long it would stretch to the edges of the galaxy and people around you who can't believe, don't want to believe, or simply cannot see the challenges, daily strifes and losses experienced by Caregivers.

Yes, we build a cocoon or rather, it's built for us. 

Each of us builds the cover that surrounds us, the one we believe protects those we care for and ourselves.

It closes around us even when we believe we see light.

Then comes the day when we begin to emerge.
We're changed. We have new abilities. 

What will we do with what we've learned, what we've seen and what we now know?

Choices. Changes. Cocooning With A Purpose?

Taking Away Mobility

NOTE:  A quick thanks for telling friends, relatives and neighbors about my site. I continue to work to raise awareness and ensure Seniors are safe, especially those with mental and physical challenges.

What is one of our greatest accomplishments in life? 

Being able to go from one place to another.

When we're babies, parents talk about "accomplishments" and can't wait (at least with the first child) for them to walk. 

It's a "bragging right" for parents when a child "walks" early; equated to intelligence and other socially valued abilities

Why do most Long Term Care Facilities move new residents who may arrive "walking" to a walker, then a wheelchair and welcome the "bedridden" as an asset to their facility?

MOBILITY REQUIRES MORE COSTS: observation, being vigilant, responding to people directly instead of to a "call button", having to "find them" to check vitals, administer meds or do one of a dozen things to "check on and "service" the individual are cost driven and eat into profits of "privately owned and operated facilities".

Wheelchairs need to be pushed or the resident has to have strength, coordination, determination to move a wheelchair.  

They can be rented from a supplier usually owned by the facility and therefore become an additional source of income.

NOTHING PROVIDED IN LONG TERM CARE IS FREE and everything provided is measured by: 

Limiting mobility reduces the amount of "space" they can get to and through, the chances they will "wander" or "go where they need to be located or removed from". 

Facilities see Self Driven "Chairs" providing a hazard.

A resident who arrives with a motorized "transporter" will have to prove frequently they have the physical, emotional and mental ability as measured by the facility to continue to have the "right" to use it.

There is no "standard" of measurement for evaluating and no LTC Facility guidelines as a part of recognized systems and procedures I've found outlining, as some States have,  for residency in Independent/Assisted/LTC facilities; each facility can therefore determine their own "standards".

Those 'in charge" constantly seek the "assistance" of family members to "encourage" the elderly to "give up" their wheels -- much the same as when they were driving a car.

Often the "powers" at the facilities "pad" reports and find ways to use language that seeks to discredit and minimize the true capabilities of residents in LTC facilities.

Especially for those in Medicaid beds, the facility believes they don't receive enough compensation and there's a lot of "creative writing".

Bedbound is highly desirable for those "in charge" in a Long Term Care facility. 

If you can medicate and keep as many residents as possible  "comotose" or "awake and aware" at disignated times with drugs prescribed by the Doctor to a "competent" resident -- you can have a lower staff to resident ratio, cut expenses and limit need to hire or employ.

QUESTION:  Ever ask yourself who reviews the medications a resident is "prescribed" by a Doctor -- one who is basically "employed by the facility"?  

Over all these years I've never been able to find any documentation, State or Federal, mandating disclosure to those with Medical POA's. 

But I do know from personal experience, how easy it is for a person focused on manipulating and controling to gain their confidence over time and showing "interest" through "private talks" how a person, even a Registered Nurse, can control and ensure the elderly does what they want, when they want, how they want. 

I still carry scars from mental and emotional damages done by Julia.

MOST DESIRABLE RESIDENT?  The one who is placed on Hospice in a facility that only allows "their own" Hospice program to be given to residents.

IS THIS LEGAL? That's a great question. 

As are so many other actions taken by LTC's but are practiced because WE DO NOT QUESTION, 

WE DO NOT RISE UP AND SPEAK OUT LOUDLY TO ALL 

Local, State and National organizations and legal departments responsible or interested in Our Aging Population -- how their lives are managed in living arrangements where they are under supervision by a group, organization or entity.

Back to the comparison of the "child" who is encouraged, supported and rewarded for actions that involve movement and "independence":

I realize the answer now, several years later, but let's start the questioning process:

The child is encouraged; it's a "rite of passage for parents" 

-- LOOK....WE HAVE A WALKER....NO LONGER AN INFANT.....NOW A "CHILD"

...getting ready to move about in the world, still needing help, needing assistance, but we've achieved their progression... unless, of course, there is a physical challenge...but then parents start to move heaven and earth, go anywhere and everywhere, whatever it takes...to gain some form of mobility, of independence...

KEY WORD ---  INDEPENDENCE  Wanted for a child; discouraged and removed from our aging population.

Read your State Laws and Definition of Long Term Care. 

The System. Those who write the Laws. 

They have determined "who can" and "with what needs" 

reside in LTC -- also Assisted and Independent Living. 

And, honestly, they're obsolete and as archaic as many other laws we once lived with and now see how detrimental they were for human beings.

It's about Fire Codes and Safety --  they'll tell you. 

Before my first child was born, I saw a poem in a Reader's Digest written by Helen Lowry Marshall:  Children Learn What They Live.

Adults also learn what they live and when they are denied independence, made to believe they are incompetent and live lives of more and more isolation and lessening of providing actions and activities that build self worth and ability -- they wither and .... you provide the word, it's still too sharp in my memory  to write.

Originally written Dec. 31, 2019 when we "turned the corner" into a New Decade and had crossed the threshold into the unknown life challenge of COVID-19.

The Plague, Cholera, Whooping Cough, Diphtheria, Measles, Mumps, Rubella, Polio -- generations before have suffered from diseases that took many years to be controlled and eliminated.

WE ALWAYS SEE WHAT'S DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF US.

SELDOM DO WE THINK ABOUT WHAT'S FALLEN BEHIND.

Chickens Live Better Than Seniors

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Ask them to do the same.

                

Change comes from knowledge. 

It's made one person at a time

We bring to light experience, knowledge, concern.

Thank you for shining light into darkness.

United Healthcare on their website posts: 

What is nursing home level of care?

"Nursing home care is provided mostly by licensed practical nurses and nurse aides under the supervision of a registered nurse. Care is focused on activities of daily living, like dressing, bathing and eating. This is often called "custodial care."

Many fail to see or consider the conditions within many Long Term Care Facilities often referred to as "Nursing Home Care" or "Custodial Care" leading to abnormal lives for our elderly.

Several organizations have risen up to call for more humane treatment for chickens on farms where they spend their lives in squalor. 

Humans simply turn the page or click onto another site esp when they don't have a loved one "experiencing" LTC.

Chickens and humans both react to mistreatment. Humane Societies and other private animal rights organizations were formed to protect animals and they're becoming more and more effective in shutting down puppy mills, rescuing abused animals and providing better living conditions overall.

When will we recognize the current Long Term Care system is stagnant, ineffective and creates living conditions we don't tolerate for animals but allow for loved ones?

Even Encylopedia Britannica Advocacy has "jumped on" the bandwagon for chickens 

This is a section from the entry on the above site. 

INSERT THE WORD "SENIOR" FOR CHICKEN:

"Chickens are sociable, intelligent animals. 

"Studies have shown that they are able to solve problems. . . 

"Their natural behavior includes living in stable groups . . .

"The chickens in a given flock know . . .recognize each other." 

The article goes on to talk about how the chickens react -- often upset, angry, fighting. How they live in the excrement and how they get sick.

I walked down halls in LTC's noticing a hint of floral or spice in the air. The purpose was to cover the smell of urine and excrement.

Report it, right? To whom? The Administrator who was overwhelmed with being short staffed, reports overdue to higher interests with large investments looking for her to reduce the bottom line and raise the level of profitability.

The One and Only RN on duty for a facility numbering well over 100 residents? The LPN whose responsibilities already exceed human capability? 

Seniors Are Often Confined

Mentally isolated or pushed into unwanted social settings.

Have their walkers taken away.

Limited in movement by wheelchairs that function poorly;

Not fitted to their bodies or ensured adjusted when needed.

Seniors left to "GO" -- to urinate or to defecate in their paper pants that barely hold what's passed. Seniors provided with flimsy paper pants of the lowest quality simply to cut corners and provide funds.

Sitting on a toilet continuing to press a buzzer no one answers.

Short staffed, exhausted attendants, two hands and little else.

Seniors are placed in "groups" not their choosing or where they're comfortable.

All meant to contain, control, limit movement and mobility

Assigned to tables day after day and not allowed to chose where they'll sit; a placard often shows their name and that's where they're expected to sit.

Placed in areas or left in their rooms, isolated and without activity and human touch.

Overworked aides and short staffing numbers cannot provide adequate attention or assistance.

Close your eyes, now envision:  

Twelve people want to attend an activity on the first floor.

They're on the third floor. 

The two elevators accommodate two wheelchairs each and that's close quarters.

 The "activity" is half an hour in length. 

There are four attendants on the floor; one is needed for each 10 rooms and there are over 20. 

Who goes, who stays, who is privileged and who left behind?

Easy answer from personal experience:

A resident who has a visitor who can help them .

A resident who can move their wheelchair quickly, reach the button to summon the elevator, get on without crashing into someone or another chair already in place

Be capable of moving both forward and backward without running over someone's feet or bumping into walls or objects.

Is this how you want to live? 

It hurt to see and hear and know my hands were tied trying to survive a life of basic survival outside those doors

It hasn't changed and to make matters worse, our "younger generations" are screaming at our "older and oldest" :

Get Out Of Your Homes! We Want And Need Them, You Don't!

Administrators and Executives can have large salaries and even benefits including private club memberships where they "supposedly" mingle to get more "donations" and "funds".

QUESTION:  Where's the outcry? Where's the uproar? Where are we as a society when we protect our animals and children but not our Seniors?

What do our practices show about us as the supposed leading Nation on earth economically?

If we cannot provide for and protect the most vulnerable

If we do not act and respond effectively and completely to their needs

If we fail to provide for them -- what will happen to the rest of us when we reach their age and stage of life?

Life is precious in all its stages. Work for change. 

Stop the current movement wanting to displace Seniors demanding they "move out" and "move on". 

Middle Class or Survival Class

Made it through.  Another Anniversary. 
I thought the first couple, the first few would be the most difficult. 

I believe the intensity is more today because life is returning to the Normal of being able to live, as daughter describes it, as a member of the Middle Class rather than the Survival Class.

When we were struggling, existing day to day, with destruction on all sides rather than support or consideration.....

When where we were was so different from what we had, what we gave to our sons, what we provided for other family members....

When some family members chose to harm and hurt and walk away....

When we were "sub-normal" because we refused to do what we were told and so deserved whatever we got or didn't get in life...

We'd always been self sufficient....providing for ourselves....giving to others....sharing and caring...

He was there, my husband was there, when we lived a "normal" life. 

We were moving into, through, beyond the "interim" TOGETHER. 

We were a family. A Multigenerational Family. 

A family who reached out to others, involved in building businesses and a home, working in the community, active in our Church. 

We traveled. We entertained family and friends. 

We were just like you who read these words living a life we worked hard to create with challenges, opportunities and rewards.

The America we'd dreamed about and told was "our place" as we moved through life supporting and sustaining one another.

Last night we decided to have dinner out. Some do it frequently even "ordering delivery" but for us it wasn't in the budget.

Not even a stop at a fast food place could be considered. 

We'd moved from the "haves" to the "have nots".

There was no real end in sight.

For so long, hand to mouth, no potential change, just future "hope".

My life was a widowed  working older adult and daughter's life moving from early adulthood into full fledged, fully responsible 

twenty-something as a  co-provider and sustainer.

She didn't get the "perks" her brothers received. 

She  had "responsibilities" and she never asked  

Thrust into the world, not transitioned as they had been.

Before her time, in ways far below what her brothers' were provided. 

Like going down a drain, from a large entry to twisting turning world. So different from the life husband and I built and sustained together.

 

Before he and Mom entered into the last chapters of each of their lives together and eventually with one surviving the other, for a while.

I'd suggested the "dining out" to move beyond the preceding days where what I did brought to mind too many reminders, experiences.

No longer just memories of times past. Reminders of never to be experienced or created NEW memories with him, my husband, my friend, my mother, my friend.

I was picking daughter up from work; she's usually in a car pool  and occasionally we drive sharing one another's company.

Each goes about our days as we climb and scale the mountain of shouldering together what once was in the hands of four people is now in the hands of two. 

Two who stand together while many question and even ridicule this choice, this belief, we are better together than we could possibly be each on our own.

Asked her to choose a place. Coping with challenges and responsibilities with deadlines while going through the prospect of another anniversary alone, another realization of the separation, the last times spent together and daughter's loss of father and Grandma.

Reminding myself how fortunate I had been and for how long doesn't take away the pain of the loss, of the missing the continuation of those times.

Did we have a "perfect" marriage? 

Were we "perfect" together or as a family, as parents? 

Of course not. 

People don't have insertable programs or updates we receive to ensure what we say and do are always totally correct and in the everyone's full and best interest.

As before, it's an ocean, this life, with ebbs, flows, rises and falls, storms and amazing sunrises and sunsets both far out and close in.

Daughter and I had been doing more "cleaning out". 

That and her going through her own individual personal and professional life adjustments were taking a toll that was visible. 

New opportunities. New possibilities. 

Decisions to make. Choices. 

Deadlines. Responsibilites

You'd think after this long a time (several years -- going on seven for husband/father and four with Mom/Grandma) -- we'd have exhausted the possibilities of removing, sharing, picking through and providing to others for their use.

(Update from original writing: Husband since 2011; Mom, 2014.)

Reality is we cope with daily life that has been often moving forward through basic survival from day to day and not knowing where we would be in days and sometimes just in hours. 

Jobs for both were minimal and we had low financial means.

We'd experienced a water problem in our basement.  

Our attempts to try to resolve the weed problem outside in the front of our house and using a thick covering of mulch meant accumulation of rain water and overflow came inside.

Daughter and I consoled one another....we'd been wanting to do more "sorting through" and "getting rid of"; this was a prime opportunity. 

We didn't like the circumstances but sometimes it's what's needed and necessary -- that "push" when we'd felt we couldn't sustain another "self push".

Clothing from years past had been put in boxes and in our attempts to clean and clear out areas, we'd put the boxes on the unfinished basement floor.  

You guessed it ... the cardboard absorbed the water and we had to decide -- pitch or keep and if keep, we'd have to wash and re store.

Another "purging" yet so much accumulation; hard to recall we'd had a fire several years ago that wiped out so many memories.

Life and death, laughter and tears. memories created to be remembered and then lost as years took their toll.

It was the joy of being together that today has the greatest value even as we move, daughter and I, into years ahead not knowing exactly where we're going -- only where we've been.

Human vs Animal Rights

We planned a business trip 

Dogs and cats in shelters get more privacy.

LTC's with private rooms cost thousands a month.

Animals get exercise. Humans need Dr's orders.

Cages and bedscontain waiting to be cleaned.

Doors give no privacy.  Windows don't open. 

Going outside only if family and friends arrive.

Set up for residents with high physical function or no need to access various areas.

We made adjustments to our home to accommodate Mom's progressive age advancement and her physical needs.

While some rennovations are costly, others can be done with simple adjustments.

Long Term Care Facilities I've visited and where Mom lived expected the resident to adjust to whatever surroundings they were given with very little consideration for their needs, especially in the "common" or "public" areas.

NOTE:  This blog does not address those "high end" and "elegant" facilities where money buys new everything. We write about the average, the most prevalent and the many that are perhaps at least 40 plus years old and showing it. 

Mom's facility had a "face lift" on the very public, very pricey, Rehab Floor, a "showcase" for obtaining future business.

Even here, though, whoever designed the place had in mind people far younger and more capable. 

Elegant, dark colors predominate. 

Each room with a large flat screen TV. 

Few lights, though, and the bathrooms although a little more modern, were still small.

Someone with limitations could use it but anyone with more advanced needs would have great difficulties.

The rooms are all one person to a space in this "privileged area". 

Rooms on the "regular floors" accommodate two usually or one if you pay "a premium".

Doesn't matter what they "contract" as that is where they will stay.

Most hospitals in the US have changed from wards and multi person rooms because of the spread of disease and the trauma for anyone who becomes "capable" seeing the distress of another human being.

How long has it been since a renovation has been done at your loved one's facility?

How old is the building? How old are the furnishings? 

How long ago was the bathroom redone?

Chances are the facility has a face lift in the "public areas" but the rooms and the areas used by residents are the last to see any "redo" or upgrades"

THE SHOWER ROOM. This is a separate location usually located down the hall from the rooms. 

Look as closely as you look at your own bath/shower area. 

Don't just give it a quick "once over".

ASK when it was last renovated. Chances are you'll see by the tile, the grouting, the layout and design, the area used to "bathe" or "shower" will tell the story. 

Think of what happens in your home with usage; you have to clean constantly. HOW OFTEN IS THIS AREA CLEANED? 

Mom looked forward to her shower(s); sometimes she received more than one a week. 

Times were at the convenience of the Aides and since they were understaffed, some residents received showers well past the time they'd regularly "go to bed/go to sleep". 

BUT, IF THEY WANTED THEIR SHOWER, they accommodated. They waited. And often, they were disappointed. One Aide given too many showers and too many other responsibilities just couldn't manage everything.

THE BATHROOM -- one facility per resident room for one person at a time. If your roommate "has to go" you have to wait. 

In Mom's facility, there were restrooms in the hall. You had to walk the length of the corridor where your room was located (those at the end were really walking far) and halfway down the side hall to get there. 

These restrooms were "handicap" BUT the size of the stalls were too small to have a wheelchair enter inside and very small for turning around from entering to trying to actually use the commode for its intended purpose. 

ENTRY AND EXIT IN RESIDENT ROOM BATHROOM.  

With a walker it was a challenge; with a wheelchair, you had to be a really excellent driver and manipulator. 

The door would swing closed on its hinges if you didn't place the upright rectangular (about 12 inches long by 6 inches wide) trash can AGAINST THE DOOR.  

And it had to be placed "just right" to hold the door open. 

If you happened to move it, the door could close -- against you and if in a wheelchair, the weight of the door and its size meant a struggle and possible injury.

I often wondered why Mom and other people had black and blue arms or cuts and abrasions on their legs -- that may be the reason.

Using the toilet in the room.

Height.  Adding on a higher seat and side bars was common. 

What wasn't common was any other bar or railing on the walls to assist with turning the body or allowing someone to stand and move "into" the opening of the high sided rails attached to the toilet seat. 

Condition. Don't look too closely. 

No amount of scrubbing can get rid of all the built up residue and areas that are in need of constant repair but should be replaced. 

When was the last time the toilet was replaced?  

Remember, theses are rooms with two residents and the "going rate" is as much as $5,000 or more per person per month.

CLEANLINESS.  We scrubbed Mom's many a time. 

We'd ask and it was another one of those "housekeeping has to do it and they're busy somewhere.

Meanwhile, Mom has to go or her roommate had to go and that wasn't going to happen on our watch with "remnants and remainders" contaminating the seat and surround.

TOILET TISSUE HOLDER: Two. Sounds great, right? 

Inevitably the closest one would be empty and the other one would be just far enough away that a resident had to lean forward (you guessed it, causing them to possibly get off balance and fall forward and onto the floor).

Paper the quality of writing paper. Seniors are known for having hemorrhoids and this aggravates and irritates and causes bleeding and infection.

But that's to be expected, right? 

Those irritations and infections are just "growing older".

No. They do not have to be with good  peri-anal care.

CALL LIGHT.  If you're lucky, someone has attached a string that stretches horizontally and within reach of the toilet. 

If not, no string and the "light switch" is too far to reach, again, without putting yourself way off balance and falling. 

No matter how soon you put the light on, inevitably, due to the lack of adequate numbers of Aides on duty, you'll wait at least 10 -15 minutes or longer. 

You'll "tell yourself" you can take care of this "basic need" and before long, another FALL happens and it's onto a hard, unforgiving floor capable of causing cuts and bruises and breaks.

WASH BASIN.  No adjustment here for anyone in a wheelchair.

Installed at a height for someone standing, anyone in a wheelchair has to try to move it at an angle.

Consider this: the waste can is right beside you and you have Dementia, so, it's really fun to try to figure out. 

Washing your hands is challenging because the spigot isn't very long and the handles for the hot and cold water -- two separate handles -- are quite a stretch and you have to lean forward when there's little space to accomplish this "acrobatic feat".

SOAP DISPENSER.  Located high on the wall, to the side and on the back wall with no room to get to it by moving your walker or chair.

It's leaning and a possible fall. But, who takes notice? 

They find you on the floor and it's never noted the challenge with the design and layout of the bathroom is the contributor to the accident. 

THE MIRROR. Someone did think to put it on a slant but obviously didn't sit in a wheelchair while determining the slant as it barely lets you see the top of your forehead, not your entire face and front of your body. 

THE MIRRORED STORAGE CABINET WITH TWO COMPARTMENTS SIDE BY SIDE located to your right as you sit in front of the wash basin.

The only place you can store your toothbrush, toothpaste, denture cleaner, deodorant, etc. 

UNLESS... like we did, we gave Mom a three drawer plastic unit that went between the toilet and the wash basin. 

ONLY ONE COULD BE ACCOMMODATED IN THE SPACE SO, FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED and the other person, no matter what their limitations, had to "make do". 

The cabinet to put your toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, brush etc was also at a height to accommodate someone who could stand. 

If the room is for two, are there two medicine cabinets? 

Remember, these are people usually with changing mental capacity -- how are they supposed to be able to differentiate between "their" cabinet and the one used by their roommate?

The small and difficult to "grasp" with arthritis mini knobs are challenging to get your fingers on and the glass shelves provide an accident just waiting to happen. 

NOW, CONSIDER THIS.  

Each side is labeled according to the bed location: "A" and "B".

No name, just that. 

WE'RE DEALING WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE DEMENTIA!

People "sharing" items they should not have to share but because the facility is old, outmoded and totally unsafe, it's what there is to use. 

Someone "using" another person's toothbrush or even dentures simply because there's no real separation of place that someone with advancing Dementia can always adjust to. 

And people with Dementia can't always determine what's "theirs" and what belongs to someone else.

THE CLOSET -- a fixed bar far too high for anyone in a wheelchair to reach without the possibility of getting off balance and falling. 

Mom tried using a hanger to pull her clothing down. 

She wanted to be "independent" and to at least get her clothing but what usually happened was more on the floor inside the closet and outside and when she did try to reach for them.

It caused another fall. 

Of course, the facility didn't tell us that was how it happened; while Mom was still able, she could tell us.

Accordian style doors. A shelf up high and a floor down below. 

It was up to the resident to make any "adjustments" or "additions" and most don't have the money, the ability, or the family for this. 

Try to get your shoes off the floor underneath a rack of clothes from a wheelchair or balancing with a walker. 

THE DESK complete with chair without side arms. 

Show me, please, someone in these facilities capable of using this type of chair. 

When Mom lived with us, as Mom's balance and range of motion/movement declined and became challenging, we made sure wherever we went, and especially when looking for Adult Day Care, there were chairs with not too soft seats and definitely had usable side arms for pushing down on and aiding in lifting a body up.

THE CHEST OF DRAWERS -- inexpensive when first purchased, now definitely showing age and wear although not falling apart as in some facilities, drawers aren't "locked in" and can fall out if pulled out too far.

THE BED -- dare you to try to sleep on the mattress that's thin, hard and made out of material, along with the pillows, that takes some time go get used to using for the purpose of sleep. 

NO WAY TO ADJUST THE BED'S HEIGHT by raising or lowering by the patient -- whoops! "resident". 

Yes, that's right, these beds residents lay on night after night are "hospital type" beds. How quickly did you want out of "that type" of bed when hospitalized. Think about spending years there.

Mom had a fracture in her neck and laying in the bed was very painful; she slept every night in the chair we brought from home, the chair we'd bought for her (the one I insisted she have several years before, yes, me the "abusive" daughter called so by the "new friend', Julia, who really provided nothing but took everything she could from Mom and from us).

THE CALL LIGHT  The mandated light supposed to be connected to the wall and connected to the system that alerts the Nurses and the Aides to a resident's need for attention. 

IT'S ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO BE WITHIN REACH.  

We often found it detached and laying in a circular pattern on the bed. Now, Mom couldn't remove it because of how it was attached to the wall and where it was attached. 

But there it was, disconnected and obviously useless in time of need. The question was: Who done it?

THE TELEPHONE You have to remember to dial "9" to get an outside line. Try that one on someone who has Dementia! 

It has the numbers to press but it's an older model phone and there are no adjustments to turn up the volume (something really needed by most residents who suffer some form of hearing loss). 

The numbers are way too small but you're supposed to be able to locate them by "memory" -- again, fun for someone with Dementia. 

You can supply your own, of course.

THE WALLS  -- Any space to hang or display besides just plain old open wall space? 

Most probably this "unit" is bare bones. 

The resident can "display" what they'd like but there's nothing to accommodate any display of anything. 

And, because most rooms have the furnishings (low level dresser and desk) two pieces for each room resident, along one wall, it's a challenge to keep "your" things separate from "the other persons'".

LOCKED DRAWER OR SAFE?  Not in "average" units.

Everything is out there and "up for grabs" and with many advanced Dementia patients, chances are things will "walk" and may never reappear.

FALLS ARE INCREASING. 

RESIDENTS ARE BEING BLAMED.

 

When you point a finger in one direction 

There are four pointing back at you. 

FACILITY OPERATORS TAKE NOTE!