Sorry I’ve been gone! I’m working a lot.
As a sitter or caregiver for senior residents in a hospital. So far this has been the most emotionally demanding job I’ve ever had. Don’t get me wrong. I love it and the difference I can make, but it has been very eye opening on just how sad most seniors lives are in homes.
They’re stuck within the same walls of this hospital. Within the same routine. Doing little else other than existing without much purpose anymore. Most of their families abandoned and left them there to rot without ever coming to visit.
They say it’s because it’s hard for them to see their parents or spouses like that. You know with dementia and everything. Not being entirely there mentally anymore, still, I don’t know if leaving them to die in alone in a home without ever seeing them is the right call for that.
I guess because this class of citizens is so neglected, there’s always need for caregivers like me. It’s my job to be their companion in a bleak and depressing environment where they don’t have much else.
I get to be their positive and happy light when they don’t really get that from anyone anymore. Not even their families. The things they tell me. The way they cry. It’s hard to even write this because it just takes so much emotionally.
Children are often beloved. Adults carry all the responsibilities of society. So it’s the old folks who can’t really give anything back anymore that seem to fall the wayside.
Even when they’re difficult. Even when the mental degradation of being old and the frustration of living in such a settling where you’ve lost your independence and love from everyone you knew. Even when that brings out the worst in some of them. I get to be the closest thing they have to family now which is a responsibility I take very seriously, but it does take a lot out of me. On a brighter note, I can’t remember the last time I could sleep this well.
They’re stuck within the same walls of this hospital. Within the same routine. Doing little else other than existing without much purpose anymore. Most of their families abandoned and left them there to rot without ever coming to visit.
They say it’s because it’s hard for them to see their parents or spouses like that. You know with dementia and everything. Not being entirely there mentally anymore, still, I don’t know if leaving them to die in alone in a home without ever seeing them is the right call for that.
I guess because this class of citizens is so neglected, there’s always need for caregivers like me. It’s my job to be their companion in a bleak and depressing environment where they don’t have much else.
I get to be their positive and happy light when they don’t really get that from anyone anymore. Not even their families. The things they tell me. The way they cry. It’s hard to even write this because it just takes so much emotionally.
Children are often beloved. Adults carry all the responsibilities of society. So it’s the old folks who can’t really give anything back anymore that seem to fall the wayside.
Even when they’re difficult. Even when the mental degradation of being old and the frustration of living in such a settling where you’ve lost your independence and love from everyone you knew. Even when that brings out the worst in some of them. I get to be the closest thing they have to family now which is a responsibility I take very seriously, but it does take a lot out of me. On a brighter note, I can’t remember the last time I could sleep this well.
