I've past the from my 60's into my 70's, now aged 70 I'm definitely catorgorised as 'elderly'. I failed to represent myself as a disabled person. I've been moved from disability services to elder care services and the move dropped me down a well shaft I cannot get out of.
An elder care physiotherapist offered to ' bring me a sheet of exercises to do' - which effectiely means I don't get physiotherapy. I am a full time wheelchair user, incontinant and depressed, sheets with wee diagrams of how to raise arms and legs and stuff is not what I need.
The elder care OT was ultra energetic and told me she'd get my office into shape for accessibility and wheelchair use. and declared as she left the house "next week operation office". She beamed me up and I was so grateful, relieved and happy...only 'next week operation office' never happened. She came and declared "have you anyone to help you tidy up?" This is NOT quite the same as a skilled disability specialist making your office accessible. I plummeted down mega stages in depression.
I refused to see either again. I know crap when I see it!
The geriatrician came to assess me (third one to do so) and declared she didnt know why she was doing the assessment, neither did I, I had undergone two assessments in Tallagh Hospital by an eminant Geriatrician...who made recommendations - never acted upon. This is par for the course.
I asked for her report, I never got one, never saw her again, GONE -God knows what she wrote down. When I ask her to come back I'm tld I'm outside her catchment area...HUH? I wasn't when she came, now I am. Its enough to drive you insane.
Now they tell me they want me to see another Geriatrician (the fourth) miles away.
and so it goes on.
I'm in elder care - hey - that means 'die for gods sake - die!'
