I don’t know where else to turn or who to talk to, so I’m afraid you’ve got me wittering on again. I’m at that “ugly crying, struggling to get my breath” stage and now of course I can’t think straight, let alone be succinct!
TL/DR - Dad is being ostracised.
I’ve posted before about several issues with the care home that Dad has been in for 7 weeks now and we’re still trying to iron out some of these problems. I finally have a meeting with the manager and deputy on Thursday to discuss Dad’s care plan (postponed from last week) which I had to keep asking for - 6 weeks to me seems a long time to get one sorted. Generally the home is great and has a good reputation locally, good staff retention etc, but I’m finding it hard to let go, especially when mistakes have been made that have caused issues, such as severe pain. It was me, not the staff, that identified he had been mistakenly put on ‘as required’ pain relief & hadn’t been given it at all despite him being in a really bad way. My main wishes are that my dad is happy, safe, and hopefully keeping mobile (in order that be able to get out & about & therefore stay happy). We fully believed that him going into residential care would help achieve this in ways that we couldn’t (especially with the issues we were having finding any carers to help us out) because he’d be with similar aged people, less isolated, encouraged to move more & do activities, & his medication would be accurately timed. However, his medication is not given at specific times, which is allegedly important for Parkinsons and was part of the reason drop in care wasn’t suitable. The rest is a bit of a pickle (apologies it’s so long).
Dad hasn’t wanted to go down for lunch (the only meal they take in the dining room) and hasn’t wanted to have anything to do with the activities. Some of it I can understand, he hates bingo and some of the activities are a bit cheesy, but I’ve tried to encourage him to at least sit with people for company while they make salt dough teddies etc. Initially he wasn’t ready but since the second or third week it seemed more than that. In the first week he went down to lunch a couple of times but it was a struggle because it’s not obvious that he’s blind or deaf and they sat him with a resident who couldn’t talk! After the 3rd week I walked with him & the deputy past the dining room & managed to convince him to have lunch there. I asked if he could perhaps sit with a chap I’d seen around a few times who seemed quite jolly as we needed to get him chatting with people and wanting to get out of his room. She went a bit quiet and I was steered away from the dining room so I never knew who he sat with and I tried not to be paranoid about why. I wondered if perhaps it was to do with this chap & him, or even not about Dad at all. Since then Dad has point blank refused to go down for anything without being able to offer a reason, and has missed out on so much. He now walks from his chair to his toilet and back, about 2 metres, and that’s it. Other than when we visit he only sees the carers, some of whom tell me what a character he is. One apparently told him “why don’t you just shut up!” the other day, which I find hard to believe.
Today I visited with the Sensory Loss Advisor and we ended up walking him to both of the lounges so the advisor could see what obstacles there were, how he moves etc. We walked into the quiet lounge where people were reading the paper and Dad called out hello but I felt like they were irritated that we’d disturbed them. We went to the other lounge and out onto the decking for a while and when we came back through the dining room people were sat down waiting for lunch. Many of them looked unhappy with us and I thought it was because I was having to loudly advise him of which way to turn next etc. This is a blind, deaf man, negotiating his way through several tables and chairs that he has no mind map for. I tried to say to him it would be so much easier if he just sat down to lunch here and there seemed to be some murmuring from the residents and perhaps a comment from a lady about it being much easier if he wasn’t… (not sure when she said). He decided that he would stay for lunch and I jokingly said he was lucky I didn’t have a sharp object after all the trouble to get him through the tables. The men’s table didn’t have another place set so I asked the table with the ladies on if he could join them. They smiled and said there were lots of places several tables away. One lady sat on her own put her hand out for Dad to join her and I was so touched but she can’t speak and the gap was too narrow for him to negotiate. He ended up sat on his own which was totally the opposite of what I was trying to achieve! I mentioned to one of the carers that he was on his own and was there anyone else coming, hopefully someone he could actually chat to, and she offered to lay a place on the men’s table. I went over to Dad to move him and could hear the men’s table saying no, we don’t want him, trying to stop the carer from putting down cutlery etc. She asked why and one of them said “He’s a gobby old loudmouth.”. I said to dad he could stay where he was, quickly said goodbye and rushed out before I broke down. I ran through the building choking back sobs and failing, up to Dad’s room (I’d left my blooming bag there) followed by the poor sensory loss chap who didn’t know what to do, and with several carers left open mouthed on route.
So… I guess we’ve identified why Dad doesn’t want to go and mix with the other residents, it’s because he’s not welcome. He can be unpleasant and rude but my goodness he’s been down to lunch only a few times so what on earth has he said to upset everybody so much and why the heck wasn’t I told?! Now I’m torn - you stay in your room Pops if that’s where you want to be, but also, that’s not fair & it’s not doing him any good. He won’t be the only difficult one I’m sure but I wasn’t expecting him to be so ostracised by the other residents.
On top of all this, I’m being badgered by his former partner’s family (tenant in common situation, they were together for about 20 odd years). She died 10 years ago, her husband died maybe 3 years ago, but since they got wind of Dad needing care just before Christmas, they’ve started hassling me about various points in the agreement that they are wondering if we are doing (we are.) I’m struggling with belonging in my own family right now and with Dad not belonging in his care home but unable to return to his own home, I just want to go and collect him and find a flat for us to live in where we can be outsiders together. I feel so utterly broken and unable to help him, or myself. Thank you so much if you’ve got this far! xx