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dire state of ltc in ontario and across canada is not news

Dementia care and elder care advocates in Canada and around the world will tell you their input with respect to improving care for seniors is largely ignored. This is one of the main reasons neglect and abuse continue in many long-term care facilities. It’s also one of the reasons thousands of older adults died during the pandemic of 2020/21. This real life example illustrates how our voices are not heard.

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During the week of April 26, 2021, two separate reports, both of them “scathing,” described the long-time sorry state of affairs in long-term care (LTC) in Ontario.

The content of the reports was widely covered by the media, which is kind of surprising. Because it’s not news. The media is meant to report news. And the appalling state of long-term care in Canada is not news. It’s just the way it is, and the way it has been for decades.

The fact that LTC in Canada sucks is not news. At least not to Canadian elder care and dementia care advocates such as myself, or to many family members and care partners of LTC residents in Ontario, or across our country. Nor is it news to advocates, family members and care partners in Australia, the United Kingdom, or the United States.

We’ve all known about the shortcomings, the abuse, the neglect, and the atrocities “revealed” in these reports for a long time. In fact, we’ve been screaming about them at the top of our lungs for years, in some cases for decades. We are not shocked by the findings. Not at all. It’s just more of the same ole same ole.

When I came back to Canada from overseas in 2011 to care for my mother who lived with dementia, I knew less than nothing about providing such care. It was a steep learning curve. When she was relocated to a LTC facility in Quebec in the fall of 2012, I thought she was going to a place where people would care for her. That professionals who knew what they were doing would oversee her care. That she would be respected, not neglected.

I was wrong. Within a week, I threw all those misconceptions out the window and began advocating like crazy for my mom. I was unsuccessful.

In 2013, I initiated legal action to try to get control of her care from the sibling to whom she had entrusted it. In 2014, the facility’s Director of Nursing and its on-contract physician both lied in the court proceeding. The judge ruled against me. I visited my mother every day for the next two and half years. I witnessed her continued neglect and abuse. I started a blog. My visits were restricted as punishment. I documented everything.

Anyone with any common sense who spends time with a family member in most LTC facilities in Canada will quickly realize the system is broken. You would have to be deaf and blind not to. The proof is legion.

In October 2016, two months after my mother died, and almost four years before the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic, I wrote a post describing the reasons why neglect and abuse of elders with dementia may be the norm rather than the exception in long-term care facilities.

In January 2017, I spoke before a senate committee about the abuse my mother had experienced. The committee members listened, but it seems not to have made a difference. In November 2017, Quebec’s Minister of Health announced an initiative to reduce the use of antipsychotics in LTC. Too late for my mom; she had already been dead a year.

In September 2019, I submitted a twenty-page complaint to the Order of Nurses of Quebec regarding the conduct of the Director of Nursing of the facility in which my mother resided. It included an in-depth analysis of what had transpired as well as audio, video and photographic evidence that clearly showed the abuse and neglect. A year later I received a one-page whitewash in reply. I made a follow-up complaint to the Order’s Review Committee in December 2020. I haven’t received an answer to the follow-up. I have also complained to the College of Physicians and Surgeons about the physician’s conduct. No response.

In 2020, I tweaked my 2016 post slightly and re-blogged it under the title “it’s taken a pandemic and tens of thousands of deaths for people to get what long-term care advocates have known for decades: the system sucks.”

 Both of these posts outlined the same basic issues it has taken an auditor general and reams of experts months to conclude. They are:

1 ) Ageism & stigma
2 ) Lack of awareness
3 ) Poor leadership
4 ) Lack of training/understanding
5 ) Low staff-to-resident ratios
6 ) Warehouse-like environments
7 ) Dis-incentivized workers
8 ) Uncaring cultures
9 ) Ineffective “policing”
10 ) The bottom line

I mean really. C’mon.

We’re not talking rocket science here. We don’t need reports. We need ACTION.

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quebec order of nurses accepts ridiculous excuses for physically restraining mom living with dementia

Dementia care and elder care advocates in Canada and around the world will tell you their input with respect to improving care for seniors is largely ignored. This is one of the main reasons neglect and abuse continue in many long-term care facilities. It’s also one of the reasons thousands of older adults have died during the pandemic of 2020/21. This real life example illustrates how our voices are not heard.

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Article 118.1 of the (Quebec) Law on Health Services and Social Services is clear with respect to physical and chemical restraints; it reads:

“Force, isolation, mechanical means or chemicals may not be used to place a person under control in an installation maintained by an institution except to prevent the person from inflicting harm upon himself or others. The use of such means must be minimal and resorted to only exceptionally, and must be appropriate having regard to the person’s physical and mental state.”

Nevertheless, my mother, who lived with dementia, was chemically and physically restrained in a long-term care facility for almost four years from November 2012 until she died in August 2016.

In September 2019, I lodged a complaint with the Quebec Order of Nurses regarding the facility’s Director of Nursing [XXX] who was responsible for my mother’s “care.” My eighteen-page complaint is comprehensive, evidence-based, and well-documented with photographs, videos and audio recordings. It includes sixty-three hyperlinks to evidence on this blog and other third-party sites. It is based on government policies and law, as well as the Quebec Order of Nurses’ Code of Ethics.

On the subject of physical restraints, my complaint says:

[XXX] allowed staff to physically restrain my mother using reclining chairs, wheelchairs, tables, alarms, and other means, all of which flew in the face of measures undertaken by the Quebec Department of Social Services to reduce the use of such restraints since 2002. See these links:

It took about eight months for my complaint to get to the top of the investigator’s pile at the Quebec Order of Nurses, and another six months for the investigation to be completed. On November 20, 2020, I received a letter from the complaint investigator. On the subject of my mother being physically restrained every day for almost four years he wrote:

“We questioned the reason a chair was placed under the footrest of your mother’s recliner. [XXX] explained that this measure was necessary to elevate your mother’s lower limbs and that the chair was broken. She also claimed that this was done with your brother’s consent as he was responsible for giving consent on your mother’s behalf. Finally, she said that the call bell was always available to your mother so that she could call the personnel if she wanted to get

We took care to explain to [XXX] that it was indeed a form of restraint that should not be used even to compensate for a broken equipment. She clearly understood that it was not appropriate to do so and asserted that this would not occur again.”

As I read what he had written, I became more and more incensed. I was flabbergasted that he accepted such patently ridiculous excuses in the face of the mountains of evidence I had provided including dozens of images and several videos of my mother being restrained.

On December 17, 2020, I followed up with the Quebec Order of Nurses’ Review Committee about the shortcomings of the investigation. With respect to the ridiculous excuses and lies [XXX] supplied on the subject of physical restraints, I said:

“I will address these ludicrous assertions one by one.

“…this measure was necessary to elevate your mother’s lower limbs…”

Not true. No doubt [XXX] used the excuse of the thrombosis my mother experienced in late 2012/early 2013 as the reason for elevating her lower limbs. Did she mention the reason why my mother got the thrombosis in the first place? It was because they weren’t providing her enough opportunities to exercise. Regardless, the first pictures of the chair under the recliner were taken on September 10, 2014, eighteen months after the thrombosis occurred, and when swelling in my mom’s legs was not problematic. Strangely, when it was problematic, [XXX] and her staff did little to alleviate the swelling in my mom’s lower limbs. They didn’t even provide her with proper socks to help her heal.

“…and that the chair was broken.”

This is an outright lie. The chair was not broken. I was in my mother’s room virtually every day. The recliner worked perfectly well. I know because I rescued my mother from it every time I found her there. How could [XXX] possibly know if the recliner was broken or not? She didn’t go around the place testing the integrity of the furniture. As I said above, the first pictures of a chair under the footrest were taken on September 10, 2014. The second pictures (of a different chair under the footrest of the same recliner) were taken in February 2016. That means if the chair was indeed broken (which it was not), then it would have been broken for at least 17 months. If the chair was broken (which I repeat once more it was not), wouldn’t it have made sense to have it fixed or replaced?

“She also claimed that this was done with your brother’s consent…”

Come on! Is it reasonable to believe the [personal support workers] went to the nurses and asked them to phone my brother to see if it was okay for them to put a chair under the footrest of my mother’s recliner when they wanted to? At least [the investigator] had the grace to use the word “claimed,” because this is clearly also a lie. Furthermore, even it were true, is it okay to abuse someone by physically restraining them because someone gave you permission to do so? Would it be acceptable, for example, for a teacher to tie a student to a chair if the student’s parents had given her permission to do so? Of course not! Because it’s not okay to tie children to chairs, period.

“Finally, she said that the call bell was always available to your mother so that she could call the personnel if she wanted to get up.”

My jaw literally dropped when I read this. I had to read it over several times to believe what I was reading. My mother had dementia. She didn’t know what a “call bell” was, let alone that pulling one would summon help. This is just so far out of the realm of possibility that it is incomprehensible to me that anyone who has ever dealt with people living with dementia at the stage my mother was would say something as inane as “she could have used the call bell.” This is utter nonsense. Plus, look at the pictures I provided. Do you see a call bell? No. You may be able to see a cord that is attached to my mother’s shirt with a safety pin that is attached to an alarm in the wall so an alarm rings in the unlikely event that my mother would be able to make her way to her feet (which she would not because she was trapped in the recliner). And even if she did know what a call bell was and what its purpose was and even if she were able to assess when she needed help, my mother would have had to reach behind her, over her head, behind her shoulder and way to the back in a very awkward way to pull said call bell. Or, she would have had to understand that she needed to reel in the extra “ribbon” to ring the bell. She wasn’t capable of doing any of those things at that stage of the disease, which you can hear for yourself if you listen to the audio at the link I provided in my complaint.

The fact that [XXX] said my mother could have used the call bell is incredible. Either [XXX] has very little understanding of dementia or she was desperate to use any excuse, no matter how implausible, to exonerate herself and avoid taking responsibility for the abuse my mother was subjected to. The fact that [the investigator] actually accepted what [XXX] said as the truth is equally unbelievable. It is unconscionable that people like my mother are being neglected and abused by nurses like [XXX] while your organization turns a blind eye to the ill treatment.

Furthermore, my complaint was about the ways in my mother was physically restrained every day for almost four years. The chairs being placed under the footrest comprised one example among many. Despite the evidence I provided, [the investigator] seems to have completely missed the fact that my complaint was that [XXX] “allowed staff to physically restrain my mother using reclining chairs, wheelchairs, tables, alarms, and other means.” She was trapped/restrained in other recliners (without chairs under the footrests) every day as I showed in the pictures I provided.

Such physical restraints are prohibited by Article 118.1 of the Law on Health Services and Social Services in Québec which says that such measures are not common practice, but only used exceptionally, after having assessed all other restrictive solutions. The resident’s situation must be carefully studied with due consideration for his physical and psychological state to determine the most appropriate intervention.

As of March 1, 2021, I have not received an answer to my letter to the Quebec Order of Nurses’ Review Committee. Based on my experience of elder care in Quebec and Canada, I’m not hopeful.

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incontinence pads put on backwards every day for four years in long-term “care”

The bulge at the front of Mom’s pants drove me nuts.

“What a crappy design,” I thought to myself ironically each time I saw her, which was every day, religiously.

She’d always been well turned out with great style and panache. Not meticulous or fastidious. Not prim and proper. Not designer, although her wardrobe included several unique pieces. Classic country chic – that was her look. Matching shorts and tops for the golf course. Straight skirt, crisp shirt, cashmere sweater and penny loafers to show million-dollar properties to a high-end clientele.

Now she was living with dementia in a “nursing home” where she was dressed in the same dirty clothes for several days in a row to cut down on laundering costs, and her “adult protective underwear” didn’t fit as it should. As if there wasn’t enough to cry about, the butt-ugly bulge was icing on the dementia cake.

I had “changed” Mom myself many times after asking one of the Dementia Jail staff to show me how. I wanted to do everything I could to make Mom as comfortable as she could be under the circumstances.

“You wrap the long tabs around her waist and attach them at the back with this sticky bit,” the caregiver demonstrated. “It’s kind of like Velcro.”

The tabs overlapped to create a waistband.

“Then you pass the pad through her legs from front to back,” she said as she did it. “The back part also has sticky bits on the corners, they attach to the waistband. It’s sort of like an old-style baby’s diaper, except the place where the safety pins would be is at the back instead of at the front.”

I’d never changed a diaper in my life, but it wasn’t rocket science. This caregiver had been doing it for yonks; her demo and instructions were clear. No doubt she had shared the same procedure with dozens of trainees over the years, passing knowhow from one person to the next.

“But what about the bulge?” I asked.

The ridge started at the bottom right hand side of Mom’s tummy and ran down her upper thigh (think over-endowed male ballet dancer without a cup who “dresses” right). Besides being unattractive, I guessed it would be uncomfortable for her.

“What bulge?” The caregiver hadn’t noticed. I showed her.

“Hmmmm. I don’t know,” she was unhelpful on this score. “All I know is this is the way you put them on.”

The bulge continued to annoy me. I just couldn’t get over the shitty “diaper” design and the ugly bump. But I didn’t say anything more about it to anyone.

One afternoon about year into her stay in jail, I brought Mom to the toilet to change her shortly after I got there for my daily visit. I could smell she was long overdue. When I pulled down her trousers, I found that, besides being full, her “pad” had been put on backwards. The waistband’s long tabs were attached at her belly instead of at the back, as the personal support worker had shown me they should be.

My blood began to boil. Mom’s Dementia Jail hosted student nurses on practicums; a dozen or so had been there for several weeks. Apparently one of them had “done” Mom, but no one had shown her how to “do” her properly.

“You’d think they would read the instructions,” I said to Mom, exasperated. I’d sat her down on the toilet by this time; she had no idea what I was talking about.

“What instructions, Punkie?”

“It’s okay Mom,” I chastised myself for not keeping my mouth shut for her benefit. “I forgot to read the instructions. Don’t worry, I’ll get them now.”

I went to the closet and grabbed the bag of TENA incontinence pads from the shelf and brought it back to the bathroom. Mom couldn’t be left alone for long without risk of her standing up and then falling down, which is what would lead to her death two years later.

I looked at the package. The instructions were poor. A series of three diagrams showed the midriff and upper thighs only. The only clue that this might be the front of the torso was a tiny dot of a belly button. Even then it was hard to figure out. The drawings only showed one perspective. There were no buttocks, nipples or other physical features that would have made it unambiguous.

I extracted a fresh pad to investigate further. Oh my God. Once I examined the pad with a curious eye and laid it on the floor, the cause of the bulge became immediately obvious – the pads were being put on backwards. One of the student nurses had obviously read the instructions or figured out for herself how the pad should be put on properly.

It was impossible not to see which bit was meant to be at the front and which at the back once the pad was relatively flat. One end was much wider and fuller than the other; it should cover the behind. The other was much smaller, narrower and far less bulky; it should go at the front. The bulge was caused by the billowy back of the pad being scrunched up bellow Mom’s belly, between her legs and down the top of her thigh instead of where it should have been – covering her bum.

The problem had nothing to do with the design of the pads and everything to do with how they were being put on.

This incontinence product was clearly meant for someone who could dress herself. The wearer wraps the long tabs around her waist and attaches them at the front like an overlapping belt. She bends down, reaches between her legs and pulls the front part through and up, then attaches its two corners to the “belt” with the sticky bits and voila!

Here’s a demo:

Easy, fast, and simple for someone who is able to do it herself; not so for a caregiver assisting someone with dementia who needs help in the toilet. For a caregiver, putting this type of pad on the way it is designed to be worn is cumbersome, slow and problematic.

I know because as soon as I discovered how the pads should be worn, I began putting them on properly. I reckoned it would be more comfortable and sanitary for Mom – not to mention that it eliminated the unsightly bulge at the front of her trousers, and reduced the likelihood of the pad overflowing and drenching the back as had happened on several occasions that I knew of.

I asked the staff questions about the toileting procedures, and suggested the pads be put on as they were designed to be. But even when I shared what I had learned, the jail staff continued to put Mom’s pads on back to front. Why? Because it was faster and easier and that’s the way they’d always done it. Why change? Who cares?

“People with dementia don’t know the difference,” some might have said.

“No one’s ever complained,” others might have echoed.

People with dementia may or may not know the difference; but I’m sure they would feel the difference just as anyone else would feel the difference if their underwear were on back to front.

Likewise, people with dementia may not complain in the same way we might. Maybe we don’t hear them because we haven’t taken the time to learn their language. Perhaps we’re not listening well enough.

Robbed of their voices, people with dementia use their physicality to communicate. As a result, they are often sedated for aggressive behaviour that is caused by the way we interact with them rather than by the disease itself. We are often the cause, they are the ones that get the blame.

My mom was much more aware and “with it” than people gave her credit for, and she knew it. Nevertheless, she may not have been able to fully articulate if, when and why something felt uncomfortable. Ill-fitting clothing that pinched or pulled or was too loose or too tight might have caused her to be anxious and distressed without her being able to say why.

I would be really unhappy if I were made to wear my underwear back to front. Wouldn’t you be? This is a perfect metaphor for the way we currently treat the elderly and people with dementia. Like my Mom’s pads, the whole damn thing is the reverse of how it should be.

Similar stories of neglect and abuse are shared by tens of thousands of others in North America and around the world. If we don’t make significant changes soon, it will be the story of millions more in the not-too-distant future.

It’s time for a change that isn’t ass backwards.

*Note: I wrote this post long before the tragedy of COVID-19 manifested. Sadly, many of my fears became a reality with the pandemic. Still, there is time to prevent more needless suffering in the future. Please speak up for better healthcare for us all, young and old.

**Note: I’ve had comments from care workers saying they have to put pads on backwards in order to make it more difficult for residents to remove them for one reason or another. I completely reject that notion as yet another form of physical restraint. Furthermore, there was no reason whatsoever that would have justified putting my mother’s pads on backwards. It was simply a matter of ignorance, convenience and efficiency.

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6 priceless gifts you could give people living with dementia (and everyone else for that matter!)

These gifts are inexpensive (they don’t cost dollars and cents, so everyone can afford them), and yet priceless (because of the fact they can’t be bought, and must be given from the heart). Even better, they can be gifted all year round!

Please consider giving one, several or all of these gifts this year (and always) to people who live with dementia in your family, your community and around the world.

Respect

You could treat people who live with dementia like the human beings they still are no matter what “stage” of the condition they are living with. You could treat them like adults, not children. You could respect their wishes, wants and desires. You could believe their lives still have value, and you could demonstrate that belief in the way you interact with them.

Love

You may have been told that people who live with dementia become empty shells. But that’s not true. They are people with rights and needs just like the rest of us, and they need to be loved just like the rest of us do. Share your love.

Time

You could give them the most precious gift of all: the gift of time. Carve out a space in your busy life and go to visit someone living alone, or someone who rarely gets visitors even if they are living in community. Once you get there, sit and stay awhile. You don’t have to do anything – just being with someone is often enough.

Understanding

People who live with Alzheimer’s disease and other dementias are widely misunderstood, stigmatized and marginalized. If each and every one of us took the time to educate ourselves and to really understand what’s going one with people who live with dementia, and what causes them to behave the way they do, we would all be a lot better off. If you haven’t already begun learning, start educating yourself now.

Compassion

Imagine what it might be like to be experiencing brain changes in which your memory and your ability to understand the world are shifting in ways that make it hard for you to navigate reality. Imagine what it might be like to experience stigma and isolation, to have other people take control of your life. Imagine what it might be like to walk in their shoes, and then give the people you interact with who are living with dementia your compassion and understanding.

Advocacy

People who live with dementia are often treated like objects, like pieces of furniture, as if they are less than human. Many are unable to speak up for themselves. We need to be their voice. We need to ensure that they are treated with dignity, and that they get the care they have a right to. When you see people who live with dementia being neglected, abused or treated in ways they shouldn’t be, SAY SOMETHING! And then keep advocating until things change.

These are gifts that money can’t buy, but that we all have the capacity to give.

Please give generously.

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5 things that may help when you and/or your care partner feel lost and confused

During the first two years Mom was in dementia jail, she was still able to walk. I would often bring her to my house (which was a three-minute drive up the hill), for supper, a music session or just to hang out.

We would talk about everything from soup to nuts. Sometimes our conversations were light and airy, sometimes they were emotional and difficult. When they were the latter, I made a special effort to be with her in whatever space she was in so we would be connected.

My life experience has taught me that some stuff can’t be fixed, no matter how hard you try to make it better. And as a care partner, I learned that people who live with dementia are human beings with feelings just like the rest of us. They struggle just like the rest of us. They want to succeed just like the rest of us.

When Mom and I struggled, we supported each other. We found these five things helped us get through tough times (maybe they’ll work for you too):

  1. Hold hands
  2. Cry together
  3. Do what you believe is the right thing
  4. Do the best you can
  5. Share chocolate

Here’s a real life example / demonstration from a conversation Mom and I had on April 10, 2013. I had brought her to my place for supper. We were struggling, and we didn’t know what to do:

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alone: a heartbreaking poem by 89-year-old lilly who lives with dementia

September 8, 2019: “Do you want me to read you the really sad poem I wrote last week?” Lilly* asks.

“Gee Lilly, I don’t know,” I say. “Not if it’s really sad.” I’m feeling a little melancholy myself.

“I’m gonna read it to you anyway.” Lilly has a mind of her own, no doubt about that! She and I have been playing Scrabble on Sunday nights for about year. I go to her place sometime between 7 and 8 p.m. and we play for an hour and a bit. She tells me the same stories over and over as we play, and I listen like it’s the first time every time.

Lilly is a fine Scrabble player, and I lose about as often as I win. She also has a great sense of humour, and is generally pretty positive despite her many physical challenges including spinal stenosis, which keeps her hunched over, in pain and using a walker.

I’ve come to learn quite a lot about Lilly, who will turn ninety on Valentine’s Day 2020. She has six children (a seventh died a few years ago), and ten grandchildren. Great grand twins are expected in November, and Lillly is determined to live until they’re born.

Lilly’s family members call and visit often, and although I’m not there to witness it, I’m certain at least one of them is in touch each and every day. She has other regular visitors, including me, and she goes to a full day adult program (which she adores), on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. She has LOTS of contact with family, friends, and support workers. But sometimes, because of her dementia, Lilly forgets about the abundance of social interactions she enjoys, and she feels lonely as we all do from time to time. When that happened last week, Lilly, who is a great poet and writer, put pen to paper.

As she read me the poem she had written, tears came to my eyes, and at the end, my heart broke with despair. Lilly gave me permission to share her poem (with a few tiny tweaks by yours truly):

alone

©2019 Lilly & Susan Macaulay

alone

i haven’t had a visit
i haven’t had a call
it really seems my family
doesn’t care at all

this is a special weekend
too bad that they don’t see
i’m lonely and I feel
that no one cares for me

i’m old now and I guess
i’m a bother to them all
but oh! how I am wishing
that one of them would call

i do not like the message
their silence seems to send
it comes through loud and clear:
they wish my life would end

Please don’t forget people who live with dementia, even though they may forget you. Call often. Visit often. Hold their hands in yours. Hold their hearts in yours. Tell them you love them over and over and over again, especially when they may not remember what you have said. It means the world to every one of us, young and old, living with a disease or not, to feel we are loved. 

* Not her real name.

©2019 Lilly & Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry widely via this post, but please do not reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media or blogs. Thank you.

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don’t mourn me long

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Pia Roma sitting on my VariDesk in 2017. She was an excellent catssisstant ❤

June 26, 2019: I wrote this a month or two before I had to put little Pia Roma to sleep on June 29, 2018. I was in anguish for months, hoping she would die a natural death before I had to euthanize her so she wouldn’t suffer. Pia had been Mom’s beloved companion for about eight years, and then mine for seven after Mom went to #DementiaJail.

I still miss her by my side.

euthanasia

This poem is dedicated to everyone who has had to put a beloved animal member of their family to sleep.

©2018 punkie

euthanasia

your heart beats strong
as the hours grow long
softly you do stride
through this life
with all its strife
and troubles to abide

a feline muse
clothed in silver hews
with golden eyes moon-wide
you helped me write
through days and nights
lay patient by my side

and we played with string
ran around in rings
laughed until i cried
while disease within
like original sin
consumed, then health denied

though it’s humane
to ease the pain
when everything’s been tried
that you must leave
me here to grieve
sickens me inside

friends say i’ll know
when it’s time you should go
but how shall i decide
to cause you to sleep
in the eternal deep
as if god’s hands were mine

 

©2018 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry widely, but please do not reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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care partner struggles alone without support of loved one’s adult children

Some of the stories I hear from care partners break my heart. Many find themselves in the same boat: being abused by their own family members who do little or nothing to contribute to the well-being of another family member living with dementia.

Here’s a comment from MyAlzheimersstory subscriber LK:

“You really hit the nail on the head with this post, Susan.  We carers just need a break sometimes, we need a weekend away, we need someone to come and take the person living with dementia out or offer to sit with them for an afternoon.

I am a carer for my partner of fifteen years, we’re not married and the house we live in is his.  He has four grown up children, none of whom are any help; they don’t visit and don’t offer to take their dad out (one lives on another continent).  I wanted us to move up to live nearer to my family who are currently a two-hour drive away. Three of the four children (including the one living on another continent!) said “no you’re not going to move our dad.”

The oldest has joint power of attorney with me and has said he will block any sale of our current home. Although they offer no help, three of the four of them are determined to make my life even harder, which has resulted in me having to see a solicitor to see what my rights are.

I no longer have any goodwill to give to the three who are blocking the move – whereas before I would have taken my partner to visit the ones who live in this country I won’t do so now, which is a loss to my partner but I can’t do everything especially as they seem only to be judgemental over the way I look after their dad and seem oblivious to the fact that I might need some emotional support from my own family!”

Although my situation was different than L.K.’s, the result was the same – exhaustion, frustration and PTSD for me, and neglect and abuse for my mother during the last four years of her life.

Even more discouraging is the fact that, more often than not, the law seems to support the abusers!

Still, we must not give up #FightTheGoodFight

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2017/10/04/7-things-dementia-care-partners-need-more-of/

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2016/02/18/dont-give-advice-to-people-who-are-drowning/

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2014/07/13/an-open-letter-to-everyone-who-knows-what-i-should-do-before-i-ask-them/

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dementia care partner mom investigated for having daughter help with care

Catherine Bixenman-salesi, who is a member of the online dementia support group USAgainstAlzheimers, is the primary care partner to her mom who lives with Alzheimer disease. Catherine regularly shares innovative, interesting and easy-to-implement “work arounds” to address the challenges she faces interacting with her mom. I shared her great ideas previously here and here. On February 3, 2019, Catherine, who lives in New Jersey, USA, shared a post on USAgainst Alzheimers that made my blood boil. Here it is in its entirety, reproduced with Catherine’s permission:

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Well, this is how upside down the world has become. My 16-year-old daughter wants to go to nursing school. I am a registered nurse and frankly, I wish she would find another profession, but I believe it is her choice. I try to tell her she does not need to go to nursing school because I am a nurse and it is no way like it is portrayed on Grey’s Anatomy!

Her school offers two vocational classes one for medical assistants and another class for those that want to go to college. The last, you need to have good grades. She is is an A / B student. To make a long story short she was so eager to get into the program, she tells her guidance counselor that she helps me care for her dementia nanny.

I get a knock at the door: two police and two Division Youth and Family Services workers. I was so embarrassed. The social worker starts out with may I come in? We received a complaint that you let your daughter care for her grandmother and you make her feed her…ect. I said come in, but I am going to record you! How dare you! Well, my mother played with my phone and put it into a knock lock mode, so I could not record, but they did not know that. The lady tells me that I could not record our conversation. I said like hell I cant! This is my home and you are standing in front of me, four people. Who is my witness! The policeman said yes it was my home, and yes I could record.

Thank goodness my son was visiting. I went and told him to sit and listen to our conversation. I told them that my daughter has never given my mother a shower. I only asked her to help get her in the tub, I told her I am a nurse and did not use my daughter as a slave. My daughter helps me keep Mom steady when we put on her depends and only once she cleaned moms ass. Only because she pooped when I was at the grocery store. My son told the lady that was the truth and that when my mom soils herself. Even if he volunteers to help I just instruct him about what supplies to get or to make mom’s bed. I told the ladies if I made my daughter my mother’s aide, why did I drive my kid to school and why did I let her go to a friends house during the weekend?

I told the ladies that as a nurse I taught my daughter how to use the hospital bed, turn Mom, and help my mother out of bed with not one person but two. She knows never to get Mom up alone, ever! If I have to run to the doctor I tell my neighbor who is a nurse. My mother is DNR and DO NOT HOSPITALIZE and all the papers are on my refrigerator and posted on my mother’s bedroom door. They ladies went and looked at my mom, they looked in every room of my house. My home is clean!

The one policeman whispered in my ear how sorry he was and he sees I take excellent care of Mom. So I call the school and find out it was my daughter’s counselor that made this call. I said did it occur to you that my daughter was trying to let you know she wanted to get into the vocational program! If I used her as a slave, I am very sure she would not want to be a nurse! That she needed a parent’s signature to get into the program, so she is the one that came to me to sign the permission slip! Dumb ass counselor.

Social services left telling me that it was a misunderstanding. I said yeah – how about this false allegation and negative effects could or would have on my clean nursing license. Now I have to wait to get a letter of clearance. Waiting. Called the school; the counselor said that social services never called her back …so I said they came out 24 hours after you made your false accusations and its taking weeks to get a letter from them to get cleared…DID YOU FOLLOW UP? So if I understand correctly you called social services and they came to your school and questioned and investigated my daughter first before they came to visit me to make sure our stories lined up – which they did – they talked to me and never took my daughter from my home, because you made a bogus call and wasted taxpayers money? My daughter’s counselor did not like my words and common sense. She hung the phone in my ear!

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I find this story absolutely astounding, and a clear example of how the work of family members who are dementia care partners is so terribly misunderstood, particularly by many so-called “professionals.

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2016/02/18/dont-give-advice-to-people-who-are-drowning/

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2014/07/13/an-open-letter-to-everyone-who-knows-what-i-should-do-before-i-ask-them/

 

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puppies & people living with dementia: it’s not rocket science (p.s.: forget the pillows — leave them with the real thing!)

We know what works — this little visit with puppies got 13 million views in five days on Facebook.

So why the hell don’t we just do it? Why don’t we have puppies and kittens and plants and flowers and music and joyful stuff in long-term care facilities and in our own homes instead of TVs and geri-chairs?

Mom got more joy from her kitty cat Pia Roma (her “best friend”) than she did from anything. It’s so simple…

And yep, it’s a great idea and all, but Is it just me or do the PLWD look justifiably confused when they give them pillows as replacements for the real puppies? It’s like, “Hey! wait a minute, you just gave me a puppy and now you’re going to take it away and leave me with a pillow? Huh?”

Sure it’s a nice gesture to bring along a puppy, but maybe the rest of it needs a bit of rethinking #justsaying Or maybe I’m wrong…What do YOU think?

the paws that refreshes

a magical musical alzheimer gift

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