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I look at all the positive, reflective images of the covid 19 lock down and feel sad. Some how I missed that experience. Does my story still count, can I say out loud that the people around me weren't kind and supportive? Here is what happened to me.
1. I work as an Occupational Therapist in a residential aged care facility. Our residents have been in lock down since the Newmarch nursing home out break in March. Management is afraid of that occurring for them. The residents have been asked to not leave the building and can't have face to face visitors.
The residents don't connect well using Whatsapp or Facetime. It isn't their thing.
The residents are lonely, bored and are feeling unloved and isolated.
Yes they are alive but they are not living. It breaks my heart every day I go to work.
2. My mum has advanced dementia and lives in a nursing home in regional NSW. I am not allowed to visit, she can't talk and only responds to non verbal communication cues and Facetime/Whatsapp does not register anything in what remains of her memory. I cannot support her at this time. My heart breaks again, she is my lovely mum and I can't show her my love. One style of communication/connection does not suit everyone. But who is being creative enough to care?
3. At home our new neighbour is doing an imposing enormous renovation/rebuild. The noise starts at 7.15am and ends at 3pm every week day. Concrete grinding, loud music, swearing, yelling and mess all over the front footpath. The builders despite being asked have not changed their behaviour despite my husband and the neighbour next to us working from home. The neighbours on the other side lost their jobs. End Part 1.
1. I work as an Occupational Therapist in a residential aged care facility. Our residents have been in lock down since the Newmarch nursing home out break in March. Management is afraid of that occurring for them. The residents have been asked to not leave the building and can't have face to face visitors.
The residents don't connect well using Whatsapp or Facetime. It isn't their thing.
The residents are lonely, bored and are feeling unloved and isolated.
Yes they are alive but they are not living. It breaks my heart every day I go to work.
2. My mum has advanced dementia and lives in a nursing home in regional NSW. I am not allowed to visit, she can't talk and only responds to non verbal communication cues and Facetime/Whatsapp does not register anything in what remains of her memory. I cannot support her at this time. My heart breaks again, she is my lovely mum and I can't show her my love. One style of communication/connection does not suit everyone. But who is being creative enough to care?
3. At home our new neighbour is doing an imposing enormous renovation/rebuild. The noise starts at 7.15am and ends at 3pm every week day. Concrete grinding, loud music, swearing, yelling and mess all over the front footpath. The builders despite being asked have not changed their behaviour despite my husband and the neighbour next to us working from home. The neighbours on the other side lost their jobs. End Part 1.