Do you know what elderly people are thinking?

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Don’t dismiss me

Most older people can honestly say that they do not expect people to stop in their tracks to admire them (basically because they don’t care what others think). So what if they are older, they still have something to say. My body may be older but I have not lost my mind. Don’t dismiss me.

Don’t speak loudly or slower

I can see and hear you. You do not need to speak louder. You can talk normally. My brain still can still comprehend spoken conversations and my hearing is quite good. 

Even with glasses I can see your expressions and see you rolling your eyes. You may not agree with what I have to say but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong just because I’m older.

Don’t assume that they I’m stupid

Just because I’m older does not mean that I’m stupid. I am smarter than most people. I am computer literate, the only difference is when I text someone I spell correctly. I probably have more education than some younger people. Old does not mean that I have forgotten everything and exist only to exist. If you would take the time to ask, I might have the answer you are looking for.

Unless I ask for help, don’t hold your hand up to stop traffic when I’m crossing the street

It may be harder to do some things. I may not be in the same shape I was when I was younger. It’s a trade-off. I may have aches and pains but have learned, along with the years, something called wisdom. I’m not ready for a rocking chair. Rocking chairs make it hard to use the computer. Many older people are still working and many who stay at home are earning money on-line.

What you really need to know

Older people have old friends. These friends have lived through all the world events with them so there is a greater understand of the past. Young people have no way to understand what it was like and so think that the past is dead and no longer matters. Listen up, it does matter. As younger people age, they will begin to understand. This phenomenon is not new. That’s why we thought our parents and grandparents were old. We did not understand their point of view because we had not lived long enough to see the world from their perspective. We waited until it is too late to ask the questions. 

Older people are not isolated like their grandparents of the past. it’s not just the Internet, it’s cable TV and radio. It is easier to stay in touch with current events. Most older people are willing to fight for their rights. Check out the people who are protesting. Not all of them are young people. ~ by Ann Hinds 8/24/2010

An Inspirational poem and story

This poem, Being Old! , touches all the things that are important. It is an incredible piece. It says more eloquently what all older people think. The poem is posted here but go to the link to read the story. 

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman’s beside me . . . . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . see ME!!

Author~unknown 

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