Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Dana, Ada, and Mom as a Negotiator, Therapist, Counselor


Mom (and David) on June 28 and 29, 2011 During Dana’s visit.

Hi, Suzy~
            Dana got off this morning a little after 5:00.  She wanted Karl, not me, to take her, so he did!  I sent them off with Magic Cookie Bars, but Dana left a pink purse with lots of $20 bills and a Master Card under my car seat.  I guess she got off without using it.
            David was in pretty good spirits yesterday.  Since we’re going to be taking him to El Sobrante on Sunday, Dana and I took him to El Tapatio, where the waitress was really friendly and he ate well.  I like those new carpet-like designs they have on the streets at Fruitvale and International! 
            As usual, David didn’t have a lot to say although he did offer that there were two new residents, and one of them had “eyes like my social worker.”  I thought  “Kazuko?” because of my familiarity with stereotypes, but I asked, “Mary?” and he said, “No.  The other one.  I don’t remember her name.” 
            I suggested Reiko, and he agreed, but I don’t think Reiko is his social worker.  What is her position?  Dana pulled her eyes up with her fingers (with nails that Mom would later say are perfect for Halloween), and David said that was what he meant by the eyes.
            I asked David whether he’d gotten my postcard from Germany, and he said, “I think the techs stole it!”  I expressed doubt and asked, “Do you think they collect postcards?”  and he said, “Well if they’re concerned, they should ask me about it.”  The rest of the time he seemed content to listen to us—and content was what Dana asked him about being.
             “Are you pretty content?” 
            David said, “Yeah!” 
            She also asked him whether he knew about Mom.
             “She’s getting old,” he said, and Dana said, “More than that.” 
            David said, “She’s losing some of her senses.” 
            I told him again how often she asks about him and expresses the thought and hope that he’s content.  I also said--sincerely! When can we arrange this?-- that we’ll take him to see Mom since she can’t come to see him.  (I still have some hope that she might be able to go out now that she’s not obsessed with staying near the toilet, but I think the disorientation of going out AND of seeing David for the first time in so long—When was the last time?  Christmas?--would be too much.) 
            Dana got home (here) around 11:00 PM, after seeing you, Mom, and Karl’s school in Vallejo.  We talked until about 2:00 am. 
            She told me she’d enjoyed seeing you and had had a long conversation and then found out that Karl had a flat tire, which had added to your anxiety about the next day and interview.  That was too bad! 
            Then she told me about seeing Mom early evening Tuesday, when Karl just dropped her off so he could fix the flat tire and she could have one-to-one contact with Mom. 
            She said that Mom showed no recollection of seeing her the previous  day but seemed happy to see her and said that it was “remarkable” that she was there. 
            She also said, “Those are the cutest shoes and stockings I’ve ever seen.  You look so adorable.” 
            Mom was watching a show, and Dana said, “I did my masterpiece of quiet.” 
            (We’d talked about how we probably overwhelmed Mom on Monday, and I told her what Jonathan had told me about being not just patient but calm.) 
            I think they had a good visit, but Ada had said she felt left out, and when Mom said, “Well, I haven’t seen this daughter for five years.  Would it be all right if we talked?”  Ada just scowled. 
            Then Dana said she tucked Mom into bed, but Mom got right up again. 
            Dana said that she thought Mom seemed elegant and brilliant, and I know what she means.  Dana and I don’t always (maybe not even often) perceive things the same way, but we agreed on that.  Mom played Clair du Lune and was, according to Dana, “at her dignified best.”  Dana said that Mom said she was head of everything and added, “I’m the head of myself.” 
            Yesterday, I went in first, while Dana was using  the restroom at Aegis, and Mom was watching Lucille Ball (again) with a group of other residents.  She was sitting perpendicular to Ada, who did not jump up and ask to be hugged. 
            Mom seemed to remember that Dana had come the previous day.  When Dana came in, we moved from the TV room to the garden.  Ada did jump up to go with us, and I told her she was welcome to come out with us even though I thought it would be nice to have the chance to talk to Mom without Ada’s complaints that she didn’t feel included.  I hoped that Ada would walk around the garden.  I was happy Mom was willing to go out to the garden even though she said, “We won’t stay long.” 
            When I said, “Oh, I love that garden!” she said, “Well, you don’t have to worry about things,” and when I asked her “what things?” fearing that it was going to be BMs, she said, “Magical things you have to attend to.”   
            I think she may really have forgotten that her reason for staying in for so many months was  her bowels. 
            Someone was leading a gospel sing in the main living room, and Mom knew another way out—a way that was less disruptive.
            Ada did not walk around the garden after Mom, Dana, and I were seated.  She said she wanted to sit down too, so I got up and gave her my place.  I gave her a picture I took of her and Karl.  But she still said, after a couple of minutes, “I don’t feel included.  I feel that I’m not wanted.” 
            We repeated the refrain about the wish to talk to Dana,  who was here from Chicago, and Ada said, “I know.  I just don’t feel wanted, so I’m going in.” 
            We said okay, and she went in.  Mom said, “I think it’s time for us all to go in.”  
            So we did, and there was Ada, who asked, “Can I come with you?”  So…we all went back in the Perry section, and for a while we sat in the little room with the stuffed animals.  Ada stayed with us, and repeated her refrain, which led to Mom’s being the therapist/peace-maker/mediator for the two of them. 
            Mother said, “Just yesterday, we went out together.” 
            Mom also asked her something like, “How do you plan to reintegrate back into society?” and made a reference to dealing with the “powers that be.”  She said they could then work on projects. 
            Mom mentioned politics and maybe a music event. 
            “Are you employed now?” Mom asked Ada, and Ada said, “Yes, but not every day.    Once in a while I have to work.” 
            Mom said that if Ada gave her her telephone number, she would call her, and they could do something “if you have the time and interest.”
             Then Ada said that she had to take care of their children, and Mom asked her how old they were.
`           “They’re in junior high.” 
             “And is their father around?” Mom asked.
             “I don’t want to talk about that!”  Ada said. 
            Later she said that she and her husband felt that taking care of the children was the most important thing in their lives. 
            Mom asked where they lived, and first Ada said they lived in Berkeley, and then she said they lived around Walnut Creek.
             Dana commented, “Ada wants to be friends on her terms,” and Ada said, “No, it doesn’t have to be on my terms, but I just feel that you’re always scolding me,” and she looked at Mom.       Dana said, “Yes, Mom, you do look like your scolding people,” and I said, “I feel that Mom’s trying to communicate in a positive way,” and Mom said to Ada, “I think you may be projecting your anxieties into me.” 
            Ada said, “Well, you make me feel that I don’t belong,” and Mom said that she included her there when she was playing the piano for the residents and “You could have been one of those persons.” 
             Ada said, “But that was for everybody,” and Mom said, “But you were included,” and Ada said,  “I just don’t feel I belong,” and Mom said, “Next time let’s do things differently.  I want us to be close and not fearsome.  I’ll see what I can do.” 
            At the end of our visit, instead of saying, “Come again, but don’t come soon” as she had on Monday, she said, “Try to come more often.” 
            I was impressed by how Mom was once again working hard to make peace, to articulate her feelings and give options. 
            Carol greeted us as we were leaving and asked, “How did it go?”  Dana and I answered simultaneously. 
            Dana said, “Awful!”  and I say “Good!” 
            What do you think?
            It’s true that not much of our visit was directed towards Dana.  The questions Mom had about her were questions she asked on Tuesday, apparently, when Mom asked questions that were really about when Dana was first married. 
            But I think that Dana got to see Mom functioning purposefully—alive and active in the moment and being part of society. 
            Remember how, in the hospital, when we told Mom that she’d be going to a retirement home she said, “I’ll be an outcast from society, and I’ll be forgotten.”
              I think she really feels she’s connecting with society at Aegis even if she’s having to work really hard to get through to people like (are any other people like?) Ada.
            (She wasn’t really connecting with society on Poshard Street, where she was almost a recluse—making demands and, ultimately, accusations rather than playing the social worker!)           Oh, and I forgot to mention Kay.  At one point we went to the patio area behind the dining area, and I showed Mom some pictures I’d taken of her and Dana and Karl, and then I went to get the white binder album for the pictures, and Kay was sitting on Mom’s bed.  I said hello and she said hello and then added, “I’d just like you to get her things and get out of here.”              Kay’s daughter Donna was visiting, and when Mom came in to use the bathroom, Kay repeated the “I’d like you to get your things and get out of here,” and Mom said something like, “Well, maybe I can find another room or another roommate,” and Kay said, “What’s wrong with you?”
            Mom said, “Well, I think that there must be something wrong with me or you wouldn’t want me out of here.” 
            I’m not sure whether we ever reminded Mom that rejection can sometime reflect on the rejector more than on the rejectee, but that certainly fit into a talk Dana and I had about Good Will Hunting and the break-through moment when the therapist said, “It’s not your fault…It’s not your fault…It’s not your fault.”
            And each time Will said, “I know!  I know!  I know!”  until he finally really heard and started sobbing.
            I think we were with Mom from around 1:40 to 3:00, but I’m not sure. 
            Dana and I then called Kathy and went by and had a nice dinner together at La Pomodoro! 
            I think we dropped Kathy off on Poshard around 8:00 PM.  All, and all, I think it was a really nice visit.  I feel pretty good about how Mom’s adjusting, and I think that Kathy and Dana do too.  How do you feel?
            I hope you’ll soon hear that your job is more secure and you’re contracted in a new and better way.
            Love,
            Tina

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