The first home my dad was abused in was one of those super duper homes.
Yeah, it didn’t stink of piss, I’ll give them that but the actual “care” was no better. He’d still be left sitting in his own shit. I’d go in everyday. They wouldn’t have got him changed, he was still in the same clothes as the day before but covered in shit.
I had to go into hospital for a week, no one else to see him, when I went back, he was in an awful state and he’d fallen in that time, they had left him with dried blood all over his hands and face.
Moved him elsewhere and more awful things happened.
I disnt want him in a home as I used to work for one of the big chains. It broke my heart but I couldn’t keep him safe at home. They are all terrible.
I remember being at a conference once where one of the owners was laughing about dementia research, saying how idiots give money to dementia charities and that if a cure was found tomorrow, it would be hidden as there is so much money in it. he then went on to say how much he loved demetia as that’s what kept him in a new Range Rover every year.
I wouldn’t demetia on anyone, but I hope that man gets it and suffers for years.