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Nursing Home Hell

So very little happens in a nursing home that is special or uplifting. It's a false environment. It's an aggregate of diminished people offloaded by their family's who could not or would not care for them. We are in a for-profit warehouse of death. A place where it is legal to strip us of our identity, our dignity, and our rights. A place where we are vulnerable to not only sexual abuse, but also physical and emotional abuse as well.

While I have not been sexually abused thus far, I have suffered many indignities. My privacy has been violated. And I have been physically and mentally abused. I have experienced shunning at the hands of staff members.

I am technically continent however the staffing is so lean or inefficient that I am forced to wear disposable briefs and had to learn to use them. I had to learn to defecate in them as well when it took as long as an hour or more to get my call light answered.

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