Well, I’ll talk to myself on this thread if no-one else is!
Just had an enlightening experience while out on errands – and this project came to mind. Had witnessed a frail little lady in the bank, struggling with hearing (damned microphone stuff through screens), struggling with having to put her PIN into a machine ... realising because of said microphone system she was withdrawing a substantial amount of cash out ..... very difficult not to jump out of the queue and try help her out. Watched, relieved, as she took her time away from the counter securing her bag and carried on with my own business.
Outside a few minutes later I witnessed her trying to navigate some stairs on the 'precinct' and detoured to see if I could help. ‘Could you use an extra arm to lean on?’ She was very grateful and I ‘linked’ her up the stairs to the higher concourse. Am already thinking, I could have been someone (as I had) just witnessed her withdraw her cash and be after her handbag
– what a lot of trust our frail people need to accept help? ‘I have to try the stairs, she said, because it’s too long a walk round the other way not to.’
At the top of the stairs I asked if she was OK now it was all level walking. ‘Well, I wouldn’t mind your help,’ she said. ‘I’m looking for Specsavers’ (You just couldn’t make that up, could you?
). By the time we got to Specsavers, I knew how old she was (a very young 94!), where her daughter lived (too far away to help her), how Social Services are taking away her laundry service ‘....and how the b****y hell am I supposed to be able to peg washing out?’ and how every precinct in the area has changed so much it’s hard to get your bearings etc etc ..... sorted out where she was getting her taxi from to get home again and she agreed Specsavers staff could ring one for her .....
As we walked along the level (still linked at her request) she almost stumbled .... her walking stick had got trapped in a drain cover
and it threw her off balance ..... ‘Oh thank goodness for you,’ she said as she regained her balance leaning heavily on me. ‘You really have done your good deed for the day.’ Bless.
I rather think she has done ME the good deed. It’s been a few years now since I was able to help mum in these ways, and it is easy to forget all the potential dangers that lurk just ‘going about everyday business’ ...... just being frail is one thing, being frail and having dementia and trying valiantly to be independent or just because there is no support and at the mercy of strangers at times something else ... how close she was to a potentially serious fall shook me – just ‘providence’ I had happened to spot her – and she had been the kind of person willing to accept help!
Must go – need to jot off a letter to the council about changing those damned drain covers so they are not so wide a walking stick can get lodged in them!
Karen, x