I found this gem of a post over at Title Varies Slightly in which she writes about her experiences while in a nursing home.
She writes: "I wanted books. I wanted conversation. I wanted to see anyone with not-gray hair NOT in a uniform. Friends asked, “Is there anything you need?” I answered, “Quarter Pounder with cheese and large fries please.” They thought I was joking. I wasn’t.
The night the kitchen caught fire, they didn’t evacuate. They closed us all into our rooms so they would know where to find us if they had to evacuate later. I had the immense good fortune to be closed into the TV room (my room was on the other side of the kitchen), so I got to watch the whole drama unfold through the plate glass.
I was bullied and bossed by teenage employees, received my medications on a wildly varying schedule, and sometimes would have been given someone else’s meds if I hadn’t been aware enough to know the difference."
She was refused pain medication and placed in the Alzheimer's wing due to a bed shortage - and kept there. Go on over and check it out.
We still have so many young people with disabilities living like this every day.
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