“I don’t bloody want to live longer, thank you very much!” This was my father reacting to a news item about another new advance in medicine. His words didn’t surprise me, but the anger behind them did. My parents find themselves, for the first time in their lives, looking at a future where they will be dependent on others – something they both dread. They are comfortably well off and can afford support, but they have become increasingly restricted and rarely get out and about anymore. They have built a life for themselves that means they are quite isolated and, in my eyes at least, offers the comforts that money can buy but few joys. They have both said on several occasions that they feel they are in death’s waiting room.
I’m sure that I’m not the only person for whom the realities of getting older are being starkly illustrated by my parents’ experience. I may be a way off needing to get too practical about my own arrangements for the so-called ‘third age’, but I feel I’m being prodded to start thinking about it seriously. And so I have been taking more notice of articles and programmes about residential homes, supported housing and care for the elderly.
What I see doesn’t fill me with confidence! Tales of failure in care abound in the press. Abuse is all too often hitting the headlines and the costs of any kind of care appear to be spiraling daily. Society, certainly in the UK, is struggling to cope with its aging population. And the baby boomers are coming – demand for care and residential support is set to rocket, just at a time when the coffers are empty. Our government has encouraged privatisation to the point that local authority provision is virtually non-existent. Most care and accommodation is now privately run, for profit rather than for the betterment of our communities.
I have realised that I must think about all of this now. Why the urgency? Because I’m not only unhappy about the options – I think they are totally unacceptable! I know that there are older people happy with their care and some residential centres and their staff are excellent. But these seem to be in the minority. And the current residents of the many homes up and down the country come from a generation that often think it rude to complain. They trust those in authority and look badly on those that kick up a fuss. Having volunteered for a charity working with vulnerable elders, I have seen first hand that few older people are cherished by their communities, respected for their experience or lauded for their achievements and wisdom.
I don’t want a future where my activity is timetabled – ‘Monday afternoon is bingo and on Thursday those nice people come and do a sing-song for us’. I don’t want someone to patronise me and call me ‘dear’. I don’t to sit in a wipe-clean chair, in a row of others, set around the perimeter of a room with a TV on full volume that is never switched off. I don’t want to find myself eating a meat stew because nobody cares that I’m a vegetarian. I don’t want to have to go back in the closet because equality only exists in a policy in a filing cabinet. And I don’t want to pay ridiculous fees for the privilege of such an existence.
So what kind of old age do I want? I would like to buy or build somewhere with a group of people, where I can have my own private space but where there are also community spaces. This way I could be independent and have private time, but I could also share a garden and enjoy a shared meal occasionally. Ideally, it would also offer a greener way of life, if not off the grid certainly part of the way there. But the residents, the community members, would own and run everything themselves.There would be no profiteering business involved – just a community of people running their own lives and employing their own external support as and when needed. And I don’t see why this kind of community shouldn’t have all age groups – a real community. Just because I will be old why would I want to be surrounded only by other old people?
I’m not advocating anything new – this is the way society is supposed to work isn’t it? A community of people, looking after themselves but also looking after others. Pooling resources to buy expertise when required. It’s how taxes and local government were supposed to work, before greed and the needs of big business took priority over tax payers. We can’t change that system overnight, but we can start to build an alternative. And people are already doing this. Communities, coops and co-housing initiatives are starting to make their mark.
I have talked to others about this idea but many are hesitant. It sounds like a good idea but people worry. What happens if you don’t get on with the other people? Easy, I think – you get to know people first. The biggest issue I have found is that people are very reluctant to acknowledge that they could ever be anything other than able to carry on as they are. Younger people seem more open because they can see other benefits – a better environment in which to live and bring up children – a chance to buck the system – a way to create a more sustainable future – a chance to do things differently.
An Englishman’s home is his castle, or so we were told. That idea has never appealed to me so I have no qualms about turning my back on the castle. Instead, why not join some like-minded people and take control not just of our homes but our community, working together to create a future that works, that won’t bankrupt us and won’t leave us at the mercy of ACME Care Inc? If I can be a part of a strong, supportive community, in charge of my own destiny, then hopefully I will never be heard to curse a chance to live longer!