After speaking with my mother this morning, it reminded just how important my job is. We were speaking about the disgruntled woman that tired from her job of running a live-in facility for people with Alzheimer’s Disease. For awhile she did a marvelous job, then it was all about the money and her time became more valuable. Things purchased for those living there disappeared and, somehow, my grandmother’s arm got broken while she was in her bed.
All of these things have tremendously weighed upon my mother’s conscience. She has always blamed herself. She had tried everything to keep my grandmother in her home though. She had caretakers that grandma did not like and would throw things at, scream at and gave off an era of such discomfort that no one wanted to go into her home. This, of course, was the disease talking. She would have been highly embarrassed by her own actions any other time.
In small town settings there are not many options, however. My parents both worked and although my mother stopped in daily, it was to the point that my grandmother no longer remembered who she was. All grandma did was to complain that my mother never visited.
All of this is extremely hard on an individual. Not only is it emotionally draining, but psychologically it can be a nightmare when your parent does not recognize you. So, when a spot in a full-time assisted living facility opens up, a family is more or less forced to take it.
During this week, we will look at what can be done to prevent abuse, when abuse is noted and what path to take if it is. Stay tuned and keep in mind, With Age Comes Respect!