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I feel guilty for checking my mother into long-term care against her will

Karen Wilson writes about the heartache of seeing her mom lose independence in the face of aggressive Alzheimers.

When she called me a "traitor," my heart shredded into tiny pieces

Anxiety and foreboding are in the air as the care team waits to greet Karen Wilson's mother in this illustration. (Wendy Martinez/CBC)

This First Person column is written by Karen Wilsonwho provides support toher parents in Sherwood Park, Alta. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please see the FAQ.


"Find your own way home!" my mom screeched as she rolled up her car window. I jumped back, narrowly avoiding crushed fingers.

"Drive Terry!" she ordered as she pinched my dad's thigh.

"Stop it Mom! Dad's not going anywhere!" I screamed, losing my patience yet again.

My dad looked defeated and beaten. For close to two hours, my momhad stubbornly resisted our cajoling, pleading and arguing as we tried to get her out of the vehicle and into Villa Caritas, a geriatric psychiatric hospital and the only place in Edmonton that could handle her.

She has aggressive Alzheimer's. And it's a hard thing to admit, but like many Canadian families trying to care for older relatives, we reached the point where our family couldn't handle the swearing, hitting and other behaviouranymore.

At Villa Caritas, the health-care teama psychiatrist, nurse and orderly were patiently standing by to admit my mombut it took the hospital's security guard to convince her to get out of the car. I missed that because I was anxiously pacing and sobbing uncontrollably in the hospital's foyer.

She was restrained in a wheelchair and became agitated as she was wheeled past me. "Traitor!" she screamed.

Tears continued to pourdown my face as my mom's accusation cut my heart into tiny pieces. I was overwhelmed by guilt because I had done all the legwork that brought her here. Granted, my dadwas signing the legal documents but I had made all the arrangements since emotionally he couldn't.

What kind of evil, terrible daughter was I?

Karen Wilson (right) and her mother Joan share a moment together several years ago. (Submitted by Karen Wilson)

My 82-year-old mother has always been high-strung (her siblings' words) but her generation would never admit to having mental issues. My mom's embarrassing, erratic behaviour was our family secret.

We were so used to dealing with her undiagnosed anxiety that we didn't see the worsening aggressiveness of her Alzheimer's.

A few years ago, my youngest sister and I began looking into support to help both our parents. That's when our rollercoaster journey through the convoluted and confusing health-care system began.

My mom developed physical problems, such as a broken tailbone after falling down a flight of stairs. My dad covered as much as he could for my mom, even taking her out of the hospital against medical advice. He desperately wanted to believe shewas going to get better but he eventually was forced to admit her memory was failing.

Those days whenshe didn't even recognize me cut like a knife. And my dad's impulse to shield me from the full extent of the problems left me in a continuous state of unease; I still suspected what was going on.

Most of the time, my dadcould stop her from wandering. But one winter night, she left at 3 a.m.

An old family photo of Joan Wilson, Karen's mother, holding her infant daughter. (Submitted by Karen Wilson)

When the RCMP found her, she had fallen and smacked her face on a curb and chipped her front tooth. Against medical advice, my dad brought her home again. Less than an hour later, during our daily phone call, my dadcasually said the words I had begun to fear: "Oh by the way, your mom had a bit of a fall. You might want to come over to see her."

In a panic, I drove 70 minutes to get to Sherwood Park from my home near Lake Wabamun.

When I ran in and looked at my mom, I stifled a scream because it looked like she had gone ten rounds in the boxing ring.

During a phone call with my sister, my dad was finally forced to admit that he couldn't take care of my mom by himself anymore. It took only three days after my mom'svisit with the doctor to get her a placement. She hasn't been home since.

Now that my mom is in her and our first choice long-term care facility, I feel a strong sense of relief because she is getting the 24/7 careshe requires.

I have fought the best I can against Alzheimer's; I just can't help feeling she remains a prisoner.


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