They told us to make sure she had nothing valuable so I removed her diamond. Its a big place but I don't understand why Mom's stuffed animals, her cheap bracelet and her toiletries have gone missing. I wonder how long her new pj's, robe and socks will be in her drawer.
Has anyone else had this problem. All they say is it isn't the staff but so many people come in all day they can't be responsible.
This is ridiculous!
Make sure that other residents are not wandering into her room and taking stuff, too. Other than that, not much that you can do. (I think it's crazy, too.)
( Also I would add, that it could be that she has given some of the things to other residents, if she has dementia - my aunt did, sometimes.)
My Mom had only her clothes, and her eyeglasses, nothing else personal. I had brought in Mom's pj's but had noticed the Aides never used the items, instead they had Mom in a hospital gown. So I brought home her pj's. A bathrobe would have been to cumbersome for her to wear.
The facility supplied the toiletries, not the best in the world, but in Mom's dementia state she wouldn't have known the difference anyway :(
Mom had a bulletin board where I had placed her favorite calendar, doubt she even paid attention to it, and I would put up any greeting cards she got which she did smile when I showed her the cards.
Nothing was ever missing in the three months Mom was there, but Mom did gain two clothing items that weren't hers. Mystery how those items found their way into Mom's closet, unless one of Dad's caregiver brought them in for her. I had to put away those clothes because they weren't elder friendly meaning difficult to put on and take off. What I had bought for Mom were tops that had half zippers or half front buttons in front and were one size larger, made it easier for the Aides to dress her.
I made my mother a fleece blanket with the logos of her beloved baseball team, Twins, on one side. It went missing shortly after I gave it to her. We later pieced together this story: It got left in a common area. The aide held it up and asked if anyone knew whose it was. Yes, someone replied, that is Bill's. So it went to Bill's room. Bill did indeed have a fleece Twins blanket and didn't realize that he now had two. Mom did get her blanket back, but it took a while. Many "thefts" are of the innocent "Oh, here's my read mittens!" variety. People mistake something for their own (even if they haven't had red mittens since 1989).
Label absolutely EVERYTHING. It may not prevent it from walking off, but it will help staff know where it goes when it shows up in the wrong place.
Dementia or even "normal" diminished cognitive functioning is very, very sad. And it makes life difficult for staff and innocent bystanders.
(BTW, we don't label all the plush animals. We are kind of hoping some will go missing!)
I know these homes have to make a profit - I get that, but sometimes I see such appalling abuse of the staff and the residents by the management/owners it makes my blood boil. Example that really got me mad was a care home in a large city that employed ONLY staff from the owner's own country the staff had accommodation if you can call it that - they had one room and one bed between 3 of them they topped and tailed it - as one got out and went to work the other got in. What about days off? they didn't get any. Did they speak English - nope none of them did were the residents ethnic? Nope all english - how on earth can that be even minimal care when they can't read a care plan in the language of the country they work in. How can they tell a resident what they are doing or ask for consent if they can't speak the language? Words failed me - I hasten to add this home has been shut down and the owner barred from opening another. Aldo the staff have funnily enough been deported back to their own country.
Don't start me off grrrrrrrrrr
(How nice to be able to blame everything on the elderly person.)
My mother was something of a clothes horse and her wardrobe and drawers were stuffed. If she couldn't find something she maintained it was stolen and was always asking or me to buy her more clothes. One day, after she said she only had one pair of pants, I went through her closet and drawers, came up with 6 pair of pants plus tops that she had claimed were stolen. They weren't stolen, just everything stuffed in so tight you couldn't find anything. When she passed I spent a whole day and made two trips with my truck loaded, just to clear everything out.
I was curious how the Staff worked with the patients, so I made sure I visited the morning shift, then the afternoon shift, and the night shift. Wow, that sure gave me a better understanding how much work is involved. Example, one day right after dinner was all cleared and the nurses/aides were trying to round up the patients to get them to bed, an hour later I heard one nurse say "Lord, give me strength".....
Imagine being a babysitter and trying to get 30 "youngsters" into their room and getting them ready for bed... and many of them didn't want to go to bed.... but you get them tucked in and before you know it a couple patients have slipped out of their rooms and were roaming the hallways. Rinse, repeat. Whew!! I don't know how the Staff does it.
Oh, another thought for missing items, bring a flashlight and look under the hospital bed. With all the metal and wires under those type of beds, you'd be surprised what you can find because the cleaning staff can't clean under there very well because of the wires, etc. I finally found the remote for the TV in Mom's room.
Ive put them in the wash they are still wet.
I want to see them.
She just would not let it go, pretty much like a dog with a rat. Drove me insane so I do see both points of view.
An as for Lord give me strength - its that old chestnut - less staff on at night - just the time when people with dementia are MORE likely to need support
I did notice at the nursing home my Mom was in, at first I thought there was less Staff as the halls were empty except for maybe one nurse/aide, but I eventually saw more than I had thought when I stayed over two nights with my Mom, and I was roaming the halls at 2 in the morning just to stretch my legs. There were quite a few Staff members.
In my Mom's nursing home, there was a key lock compartment in the closet to place items that one think are valuable. Of course we don't know what is valuable until it is misplaced.