Ugh.
Long story, get your popcorn/snacks.
OK. My grandparents are paternal side only. They are now in their 80's, I believe Grandpa is 88 and Gramma is around 85. Grandpa is starting dementia, general memory loss and just...losing a few marbles. Slow physical movement, shuffling feet, bent over, neck pointing around 2 o'clock. Not in the best shape. Gramma's pretty close to that. She's got diabetes, (had for a year plus) and has purpley swollen ankles, is at least 40 # overweight (tummy weight) and is a slow speaker also. Not as slow as Grampa is.
I found this out a few days ago.
I have lived in AK and WA, away from the relatives for a long long time. I went to OR for a visit to some other friends and stopped by G & G's place. For the first time in about 15 years. I haven't been in touch with them, because, well, Grampa can be a real control freak and just picky as heck, while Gramma is great at heckling and yelling at you. Just really hard to be around them - as a kid!
But from Dad, I know they're in declining health....so I went to see them.
OMG.
The home they're living in is ......unbearable.
I went in for a visit, and felt sick when I walked in. The stench of urine and ammonia is THICK. The front door is blocked off by baby gates outside the door (a small yip yip dog lives with them). I got into the front foyer, and was ...ill. The ammonia smell. Ripped carpet, unfinished floors. Crud - clothing, boxes, stuff....unorganized and thrown around the front room.
I got to the dining room, and was dismayed by the table's being covered by 2/3 of just...junky stuff. Unidentifiable stuff. Pill bottles, yes, but also ...clothing? Boxes? I couldn't tell. Kitchen, adjacent, was OK - floor not clean (I don't think they can bend) and kitchen island covered with stuff.
Grampa had a sammich ready for himself, and opened a bottle of juice for Gramma. He's able to pour it, not bad muscle control, but just...wow.
The living room where they sit is relatively clean. But I can see a dirt trail from the side door to the chair where someone sits.
My thing is - I've told my dad, who's the eldest...living in another state..not OR. The other 3 kids, my uncles....live in the state, even within 20 mi of my grandparents. Is this ...acceptable ....to have this home like this?
I couldn't live like that ...as a functional adult. But as a semi-functional adult, I would still be kind of icked out by it all. Isn't something supposed to happen - someone supposed to help? I'm kind of po'd at my dad - even though he's in a different state - that this squalor is happening.
Any thoughts?
Cutenoob
Long story, get your popcorn/snacks.
OK. My grandparents are paternal side only. They are now in their 80's, I believe Grandpa is 88 and Gramma is around 85. Grandpa is starting dementia, general memory loss and just...losing a few marbles. Slow physical movement, shuffling feet, bent over, neck pointing around 2 o'clock. Not in the best shape. Gramma's pretty close to that. She's got diabetes, (had for a year plus) and has purpley swollen ankles, is at least 40 # overweight (tummy weight) and is a slow speaker also. Not as slow as Grampa is.
I found this out a few days ago.
I have lived in AK and WA, away from the relatives for a long long time. I went to OR for a visit to some other friends and stopped by G & G's place. For the first time in about 15 years. I haven't been in touch with them, because, well, Grampa can be a real control freak and just picky as heck, while Gramma is great at heckling and yelling at you. Just really hard to be around them - as a kid!
But from Dad, I know they're in declining health....so I went to see them.
OMG.
The home they're living in is ......unbearable.
I went in for a visit, and felt sick when I walked in. The stench of urine and ammonia is THICK. The front door is blocked off by baby gates outside the door (a small yip yip dog lives with them). I got into the front foyer, and was ...ill. The ammonia smell. Ripped carpet, unfinished floors. Crud - clothing, boxes, stuff....unorganized and thrown around the front room.
I got to the dining room, and was dismayed by the table's being covered by 2/3 of just...junky stuff. Unidentifiable stuff. Pill bottles, yes, but also ...clothing? Boxes? I couldn't tell. Kitchen, adjacent, was OK - floor not clean (I don't think they can bend) and kitchen island covered with stuff.
Grampa had a sammich ready for himself, and opened a bottle of juice for Gramma. He's able to pour it, not bad muscle control, but just...wow.
The living room where they sit is relatively clean. But I can see a dirt trail from the side door to the chair where someone sits.
My thing is - I've told my dad, who's the eldest...living in another state..not OR. The other 3 kids, my uncles....live in the state, even within 20 mi of my grandparents. Is this ...acceptable ....to have this home like this?
I couldn't live like that ...as a functional adult. But as a semi-functional adult, I would still be kind of icked out by it all. Isn't something supposed to happen - someone supposed to help? I'm kind of po'd at my dad - even though he's in a different state - that this squalor is happening.
Any thoughts?
Cutenoob
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