Originally Posted by
Tybee
The new facility got my mother to take a shower--it took them a week, but they did it.
She had been wearing the same clothes, day and night, at the old place, for over 4 weeks. When my husband and I were moving her things out, we found trash and old food everywhere. One of her nightgowns hanging in the closet smelled so bad it made me sick.
(It has been my mission, since I arrived here, to get her out of that place, and I had to fight my brothers every step of the way, as they kept telling me "they are doing such a good job with her." I was ready to call Adult Protective Services. She was so stressed that she actually hit someone.
Today, at the new place, she was actually happy and relaxed.