December 3, 2009

Six Word Memoir.

Sign on the dotted line.

I became my Mother’s legal guardian.

-Joe Molinari


I was in my early twenties, working at an Alzheimer/Dementia unit during my undergraduate years. I always worked until 11pm. The nurse worked until 5pm, leaving around 20 residents in the hands of three unqualified, college-aged kids. It was close to 11pm when I heard shouting down the hall, which was not uncommon, but I ran down there–also realizing the other two were outside on a cigarette break. Walking in the room, I was greeted with a woman on the floor splattered in blood (from a fall, we later realized) and four other residents standing around her, concerned. I looked at them for a possible explanation when one pointed at me and said, “Why would you hurt this woman?” convincing the others that I was to blame. As I tried to console the woman on the floor, the others started pushing me away. It was me against four adults, all in their late sixties. I quickly realized, OMGIMTHEADULT.

-Nicole Lane


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