It’s February 4, 2020. Six years after the fact.
Six years — almost to the day — after the Director of “Care” at the #DementiaJail in which Mom resided stood up in court and lied about the way my mother was being treated under her supervision. Now, I’m preparing a complaint to lodge against the DoC with the Quebec Order of Nurses. Part of preparing the complaint involves going over all the videos, audios, images and notes I made to document the neglect and abuse my mother was subjected to for four years until she died on August 17, 2016.
This video shows Mom’s condition on December 1, 2013, after I had asked the charge nurse not to give my mother a morning dose of antipsychotics because she could barely walk. My request was denied. I took Mom to my house where she slept sedated in a chair for several hours before waking up and again experiencing great difficult walking. I called it the Seroquel shuffle.
No one with a modicum of common sense would have given my mother antipsychotic medication in the condition she was in before breakfast that day, which was essentially the same condition she was in when she woke up in the afternoon at my home. The debilitating effects of the drugs were shocking; they are documented in the video below.
Six years later, it still makes my blood boil.
To add insult to injury, I was branded a troublemaker for advocating on my mother’s behalf, and for the last eighteen months of her life the time I was allowed to spend with her each day was restricted.
I believe what goes around comes around. The abuse and neglect will all be fully revealed one day.
When lies are told, the truth unfolds.
four years later is too late for my mom. but it’s not for others.
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