Why share my journey?

When I was 16 I did work experience in an elderly care home and I could not comprehend how to even begin to relate. I grew up with 'putting someone in a home' being wrong, a disappointment and a failing. As an adult I watched documentaries highlighting abuse in care homes that looked similar to the one I had done my work experience in. Then thankfully I ended up married to social worker. Then Grandad Ken got dementia.

Then I had to learn to navigate a world were the only people who aren't lost and confused are the people making the rules and fixing the prices.

Then Nanny June got dementia.

Without the amazing social work insider knowledge I would have a served us all an injustice.

Dementia is a relentless and cruel journey micromanaged by legislators who can't relate and relies on carers who are underpaid. Care homes are tough places to visit let alone inhabit.

I post about Nanny June so you might get a little realistic glance into a world that one way or another will probably enter your orbit one day.