
Every time I explore other assisted living facilities, my bathroom always draws me back to Huntington Manor.
I am 72 years old, nonambulatory due to a rare disease (inclusion body myositis), and am living in an assisted living facility. It took me a lot of searching before I could even find one that would accept me. Most said that they would not take care of someone who wasn’t able to stand or walk. My “neighbors” are almost exclusively people 20 years older than me and most are incapable of carrying on a conversation. (no fault of their own, disease and age have damaged important cognitive functions.) The caregivers here are very conscientious, but like most, they are overworked. I am fortunate that I can be my own advocate and thus I get very good treatment.
Every so often, I will check the surrounding area of Southern California to see if something new has arrived that might provide a more stimulating environment. At the end of each search I always return to my room and feel grateful for what I have, because it is fully wheelchair accessible including an enormous roll in shower. Most of the facilities have tiny tub-showers with fiberglass enclosures and little built-in seats that could not possibly accommodate me. As for their “activities” the larger facilities seem to focus on the needs of the least common denominator and provide “sing-alongs” featuring songs from the 40s, bingo, and various childish games. For this, they charge anywhere from $5000 – $7000 per month. By comparison, I like to spend my time studying computer programming via the Stanford University lectures on iTunes. (Or writing this blog.) I know that I am not the only person who is older or disabled but also has a continued desire to learn.
It is obvious that we need a new paradigm for the care of an aging population. As we live longer, more and more of us will develop chronic illnesses that reduce our mobility or our cognitive facilities. In my own case, the ideal solution would be to live in my own home with visiting care givers to get me out of bed and shower and into my wheelchair in the morning and then get me back into bed at night. For most of the day I can be independent except for meals, which I could obtain at a local restaurant or my local microwave. The problem comes from not knowing exactly when I might need help. If I were in bed at night and an emergency arose, what would I do? If, during the day, I dropped something important and couldn’t pick it up, how would I get help? Right now, I can press the pendant that is always around my neck and someone will be around to help me. At home alone there is no such system. The cost of round the clock in-home care is prohibitive and would be a terrible waste of human resources anyway.
My concern is that the movement of for-profit corporations into this field means that any rational and humane solutions will be forever blocked.
Mike Shirk






















