Friday, September 6, 2024

Gimme

What’s with this surging need?                                                                                 Demands the old hand over, recede.

I can stand or lean any way I choose.

At my age, not much to lose.


I sit and type and wonder why

The words come flying out of “the sky”.


Have they been hiding all along

If so I’ll use them as My Song.


Am I poised to live and learn

Will I continue to actively earn?


So many questions, far less time

Will I burn or will I shine?


Does it matter any way 

If I choose to have my say?


Like bursts of light.

Words join as if in flight.

 

Like Geese in the air

They join and create.


They fly away

To live another day.


Winter is harsh

It hides their food.


We humans see.

We’re not fools.

Each finds their own tools.


To survive and to wait. 

Knowing there is an expiration date.


While we can, we do.

When we can’t, we won’t.


Today I have the choice.

Today I raise my voice.


Megaphones can screech

Across the electronic page


Telling me I’m worthless

Just because of “age.


Then why, tell me please,

Do you want to incur


More candles each year

To blow out in a blur?


You can’t wait to age 

You see it as a “perk”


Let me tell you, my “friend” 

That’s acting like a “jerk”


Value what you have

Embrace where you are


Soon you’ll hear the shouts

Causing you to doubt


Others have been born

They demand a place


Wanting to take yours

It’s going to be your fate.


It’s a life story

Filled with doubt and worry


Stand up, speak out

It’s never too late


Spread love

Not hate


Strange how survival is seen as distress

It causes concerns and such a mess!


From what we achieved

And refuse to “secede”.

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Money, Money, Money

To have and to hold, til death do us part . . .   

Planning and celebration followed by change and fears

I think therefore I am, only as long as I can 

My everyday life and living.

The road we walk, from here to there                                                                       

Winds, climbs, turns and drops

In control, at the helm, able to steer, able to halt. 

Decisions I make point to the direction I take.

Would it were so easy as years flying by

So many aims for pie in the sky.

We're told we can make it if we just try.                           

Decades added swiftly now.                                                                                                     

Time stands to fall around One and All.

I stopped expecting he would change

Like my Dad, he focuses on self.

Hurting those who gave and loved so long

Can't change a cat's stripes, the saying goes.

Ah, well, perhaps one of his five

Will someday see what's made them blind.

False, misleading, self centered lives

How sad the parent's focus, how sad their plans.

Can't change what he refuses to see. 

The harm they do isn't to "me".

It's self inflicted and self imposed

Some day he will lighten the load.

Until that time I see and I know . . . 

What waits ahead is pre-chosen

He can't serve two masters

Freedom did not change or end with me.

Sad he's not able to say:

"Let's stop this unneeded separation . . .

My behavior was wrong, I made many mistakes . . . 

I jumped to conclusions and put my "self" above all. . . 

That self centered focus is what causes a fall. . . 

Someday, my son, we'll meet again

You will be able to speak freely, will see far clearer

It could be sooner, if you so choose

We all have a very large amount to lose

Even farther as the road lengthens

As generations come and go.

It's your choice, as always, 

We do not sit and wait

Our lives filled with giving, not hate.

 Sad you've not seen the light 

The darkness called and you went.

Perhaps you'll wake up someday and see

You left the best behind when you hit the tree.

Sunday, August 18, 2024

Get A Real Life!

Written Jan 23, 2017.
Husband, five, and Mom, three years, have passed. 
Seems like yesterday. 
I've moved forward -- my way.

My Husband. 
My Mother. 
Start to live again, I'm told. 
You "deserve" a life.

My life has been. . .
Continues to be. . . Service to others.

Do we tell someone who's lost a loved one to Cancer to stop speaking out? 

How about saying to someone who has MS there's no longer need to walk for MS, talk about the "disease" or any other?


It's over now, get on with your own life.
You can't do anything different. 
What happened, happened.

I am
The voice of those overwhelmed
The hands of those trying to balance life
The voice of those who have passed, 

If I am silent, 
Their passing would be in vain 
Others could suffer the same mistreatment. 
Relationships and families tearing apart.

Tomorrow's capabilities through today's revelations.
If only I had known ...
If only someone would have... 
I raise my voice
Listen, Reach Out, Walk alongside

My Journey Continues

People seem to not want to talk about Dementia. 

They're willing to talk about Alzheimer's, the Association for the disease has made this one part of Dementia more "palatable" and more "acceptable" because the name doesn't detail as directly the fact the disease is MENTAL.

MENTAL CHALLENGES ARE STILL VERY FORBIDDEN AREAS OF DISCUSSION.

My husband also had mental processing challenges due to the administration of several drugs.  

DEMENTIA LIKE BEHAVIOURS AREN'T LIMITED TO AN AGE.

Down's Syndrome. Multiple Sclerosis. Concussion. Brain Damage due to accident or birth related affect lives, Medications

Mental Health is often thought of as either being a grave illness, a birth defect or an accident of life. 


Mental Health management to most medical practitioners means use of drugs to alter or control.

I seek to find other ways to see, understand and find ways to caregive for and with loved ones.

Visiting our friend in Mom's previous "home", her Long Term Care, I overheard a woman who was leaving the facility talking about her husband.

She said how "good" he was when she arrived. 
Then, she said, he ate and his "behaviour" became difficult. 
She said "THEY" were going to have to do something.
Give him something to change the way he was.

DRUGS. GIVE HIM MORE DRUGS. 
Alter his behaviour to reflect what "she" felt comfortable with. 

He was expressing feeling, need or concern. 
It was not in a way "she" found acceptable. 
A wife like many medical professionals. 

Seeing what's on the surface not looking for the cause.
The husband could have a reaction to meds he's being given.
The husband could have unfulfilled needs.

He might have had a bladder or bowel release and was uncomfortable but his declining mind could only interpret it through anger, hostility or negative action.

TODAY'S COMMON REACTION TO CHILDREN AND THE ELDERLY IS to drug them.
It's not new, practiced for decades.

Make them docile. End the behaviour through the simple swallowing of a compound that may be an underlying cause of the behaviour.

Delaying, not resolving, never recognizing it's not control the person is displaying, it's the inability to affect possibly physically and/or mentally.

How many drugs have we found once thought to cure or solve a problem cause severe reactions, complications  worse than the problem, or even DEATH.

Remember Thalidomide?  Look it up. Use the Internet to learn from respected, non partisan sources to grow knowledge and find ways to support positive actions.

We don't consider "aging" to move from being an infant through to an adult, but it is.

We don't consider "aging" as a negative and something to want to turn away from or fear until we start to listen to the voices chanting the mantra of AGEISM.

Listen carefully to what is said around you, to the voices crying out and the whispers that surround -- see the change, the rotation, the movement from those who "have been" to those who "are becoming".

Watch and listen closely. 
Open your eyes, your mind and your heart.
Look beneath, beyond and read between the lines. 

We do not age as one.
We age as a society.
We grow older with one another -- if we are wise, that is.

Friday, August 16, 2024

Women Of Great Strengths

Strong Women  

Every day I see them. 

Do you see them?

The Caregivers, Workers, Leaders, Women With Purpose

Some stand out while others move mountains unnoticed.

Gladys Burrill ran a Marathon, at Age 92

Burrill earned the Guinness Book of World Records as the oldest female to complete a marathon. 


At age 92, she finished the race, which took place in Honolulu

in nine hours, 53 minutes 16 seconds.

 

Diana Nyad Swam from Cuba to Florida at age of 64

In 2013, on her fifth attempt at age 64, Diana Nyad 

was the first person confirmed to swim from Cuba to Florida without the aid of a shark cage. 


The journey was 110 miles long and took her 53 hours straight.*

 

My Mother’s Mother birthed 11 children with all six boys serving their Country during WWII and grandsons volunteering for Korea and Vietnam. 

She chopped down a tree in her yard with a trunk that was 8 to 10 inches wide at the age of 87 because none of her six sons could find time. 


My Mom, walked miles for school and for Church. 

She was a caregiver for her siblings and did work at home until joining her older sister at the age of 13 doing housework for those "more fortunate in life" to send money home for the "younger ones" and then taking in the youngest girl and giving her a High School education.


In her early forties, to prepare to leave an abusive husband, my father, she studied Chemistry and Human Anatomy to pass tests to become a Beautician, now called a "Stylist'.



In her mid fifties, she fell and broke her wrist, had to close her beloved business and joined our family with one son, a few months old; our family would grow to another son and daughter.


From the time she was 65 into her 90’s, we encouraged her and she traveled the world, walked the Great Wall of China, was in Germany a week before the Wall Came Down, in Tien Mien Square two weeks before the demonstrations. 


In her mid 80's, she took our pre-teen daughter on a Nile River Cruise visiting the Pyramids and walking significant distances to share her love of other cultures and places. 


We started a Multi-Gen family lasting over forty years.

 

Genetics, the right food and keeping active physically and mentally along with the financial means and interest can take us far beyond what we think we can do.


If they can, I can, You Can -- with a little physical and mental "luck of the genetic draw", focus and determination.

 

*https://www.careline.co.uk/success-top-10-late-bloomers/


Saturday, July 20, 2024

Beginning The End

I saw it happening. Didn't want to believe it. 
Shared with family. Can face when not facing Mom.  

Her passage into the final stage of Lewy Body Dementia--like other stages -- slow at first, highlighted by major changes, not always visible, often seeming to reverse. 

We're not certain how far into this stage she's travelled.

As we see the "new stage" we wonder when it began. 
I think we're seeing it when we're really into it because the changes are more noticeable and seem to be more prevalent.

How far along are we on this journey with Mom?  
Are we really slipping into the final final stages?  

SNC Nurse Manager called and said she thought Mom was ready for Hospice. 

I haven't cried for a long time.
Not  since my husband's death have I really sat down, tears flowing without any ability to stop them. 

I started to cry, I was at work, 
I hid the tears until I could be alone.

We were unable to visit for two days. 
When we arrived, Mom was slumped over.
She was  almost falling out of her wheelchair. 

I'd seen other residents this way. 
She couldn't communicate. 
Just two days had passed.

Mom wasn't communicating as much; she was talking before. She was eating or could be encouraged to eat.
She held and was able to finish, both pieces of an egg salad sandwich.

Now she looks as though she's lost at least twenty pounds.
Why didn't I see this extensive weight loss? 
Was it because her clothes are the size they are?
 
Some blame goes to the Nurse Manager.
She said Mom was holding at the same weight as always.
Just a few weeks ago.
Truth or fiction. We relied on whatever we were told.

Could Mom have lost that much weight without our seeing it happen? 

Yes, we'd both been busy.
I now had a full time job.
My daughter had a very busy part time job.
We weren't stopping by every day. 

She was eating we were told
She ate well even when we weren't there to feed her.

False, misleading, deceptive; not reality.
Meant to "pacify" members of "the family".

They "could" feed her?  It was obvious they were short staffed.
If loved ones weren't there, a "resident" was often "on their own.

Mom and others could be seen using their fingers.
Not able to use a fork or spoon.

From potatoes and gravy to veggies like corn or peas -- driven by the need to eat.

Tears come to my eyes even years later when I'm re-reading and feel so guilty, like I abandoned my Mom, even if I was working two jobs, trying to survive, desperately believing we would be together, the three women in the family -- again. 

Hospice. It's such a final step. No matter what they tell you about people going "off" Hospice.

At Mom's age, this is most probably not going to happen. 
I don't like the limitations. 

If we accept Hospice we can't take her or send her to the hospital for an infection.

Mom and so many others have had UTI's.

I see UTI's as not something that has to be a part of growing older and incontinence. Am I being realistic?

If those who are responsible for her care checked her more frequently and didn't let her sit in her excrement or urine, I don't think UTI's would be so frequent.

I see how short staffed they are; I hear the men and women beg for someone to take care of their needs. 

I hear an LPN tell someone to "be quiet" and "I'll get to you".

Twenty minutes later she's still distributing medications and no one has helped the person who called out.

If Mom's Caregivers at the SNC watched her as closely as we did, they'd see the changes, catch the eye and other infections. 

Most of all, they'd monitor her illnesses/infections as a medical facility, which in Missouri a Skilled Nursing Center is, alert the Dr in charge the medication did not work.

We can't not try to help her. 

Mom's wishes have always been to seek medical help for infections. 

We'll make the decision and take her to the hospital -- even though she'd just been about ten days ago.

I'm walking the road with Mom and I'm not that far behind where she's travelled even though Mom had me later in life. 

I'm afraid for her. I'm afraid for me. I'm afraid for you.

Sunday, July 14, 2024

Changing Generations

Just Yesterday, High School and College Graduations, Speeches and Awards, Dreams and Desires.

Where will they be ten years from now?                                                       Graduates believing they can define their lives and segment?

Filling spaces others left or moved on. Wiser? Encouraged? Disillusioned?

The AI Clock has been ticking and taking.

How adaptable are these "graduates" with some experience?

Still pursuing "more" education, certifications, internships.

Perhaps a few years of experience, finding their skillsets once cutting edge are bordering on obsolescence?

Keeping Up With The AI "Joneses" will be far more challenging than keeping up with the humans.

How many burned out? How many just gave up?

Trying to use what's now obsolete education and training that used to be a building block but now is simply a series of platforms leading to a place where jumping off occurs.

(History repeats itself when AI went from a dream to prototypes to every school, library, business and almost all homes.)

ADAPTATION NEVER ENDS.

Boomers were stuck in a continual need to change to increase income, to move to gain better possibilities and to realize acquiring and adding from household items to children, was a major decision more complex than additional costs.

Today, seen by many as "affluent" who were actually only moving into a slightly higher socio economic class when they moved from an apartment to their first small home, added family members and possibly moved again with a slight upgrade. 

Then, for some, the "biggie" -- buying that "forever home".

IT'S THE ONE THEIR SECOND GENERATION REPLACEMENTS ENVY AND WANT "TURNED OVER".

This "Generation" is often the same ones whose parents pushed their parents -- The Boomers -- for "family vacations" where the "well funded and invested" Grandparents footed the bill for them and their parents.

Now, they have been entitled for decades, got an education, went into the job market, decided they could get a "hustle" and made some good money -- for a while. 

Whoops! Not really a business person. The shining light of so much coming in overshadowed the glare of what lay in the shadows of "reality" business organization and development.

GEN X. What a name for a group of humans!

Is that "X" marks the spot where we fell asleep at the wheel of life and so many passed us we could barely catch up let alone get ahead?

At least previous Generational Titles were a little more creative!

That's the challenge, really; change takes decades but what it does is often bypass some generations, setting aside others.

Friday, July 12, 2024

Grief Wears Many Faces

Grief wears many faces -- the everyday, the horrific loss, the time past and the faces presented to the world in each human encounter experienced today, tomorrow, everyday.

Death is one form of Grief. It seems to be the most challenging because there is no hope in the here and now for change. 

Death, after all, is the final frontier and not reversible.

 I met a woman who was working through her grief of a couple of years. Her "friends" keep telling her it's been long enough, she should "do other things" of course, they tell her what she shouldn't do, too.

She had a very long marriage, as she said "good pair" who made their lives together and survived decades of challenges.

Not to be minimal, but think of it as having in your life anything, human or an object, when it's "gone",  you "miss" having it. 

The degree to which you miss this object is often associated with the length of time, the value and the part it played in your life. 

Well intentioned friends and acquaintances often do not grasp the level at which the loss is experienced and for how long.

Grief has many "faces" to the world:

Some had less than good experiences in their relationship and so the "passing" may even be a relief but reflected to the world as one of their having "adjusted" so well, so quickly as they moved on. 

It's different for everyone; don't be quick to judge, to approve or disapprove; it's their life, not yours.

Some find a need to replace or restore their lives through finding another to share the time and reclaim life as they knew it.

Some bear the loss seeking solutions along the way to understand, comprehend and manage a new, yet unwanted, life beginning.

Others have been affected by more than just the death, illness, loss -- they are struggling to move forward while most people walk around these individuals, some offer support of one kind of another, most go on living their lives giving their support or encouragement when they have the time or when they come in contact with the "bereaved".

Why do we only see grief as being a "deep" feeling and if someone doesn't "display" this form of grief/sorrow, they are heartless, uncaring and unfeeling?

Some of us hide grief created by the actions taken by someone in their life that aren't associated with death but have the same effect. 

Realizing responsibilities must come before self focus.

Some cannot accept actions they took and while regretting privately actions, words or deeds, lack the courage to acknowledge and instead use this time to accelerate attacking and negating.

Children who remove the ability to talk with or visit grandchildren because they cannot resolve differences through active listening and engagement in resolution processes or take responsibility for years of abuse they did prefer to shift and create blame in another.

Parents endured behaviours from these children over many years and now the "child" uses the "ultimate weapon" -- denial of the only thing they really control access to believing they are "winning" a "battle".

How very sad to use human beings in this way. 

There are, of course, valid reasons for denying contact including physical abuse but to insert another human being into a situation where you cannot face the challenges in the relationship you've created does not resolve the situation and only adds "fuel to the fire".

Sadly, these grown "children" pick up their marbles and go home when they cannot get the other person to follow their lead, to do what they want and to give up whatever the other wants.

They are planting the seeds of a tomorrow when their children will be adults and will have the ability to question and possibly put into practice what was done to them on the real perpetrators.

They have struggled in life facing and owning their negative actions and often hide behind masks they create to hide the reality of what they've done and continue to do. 

To the world at large, these providers of grief may appear to function normally, possibly even exceeding in areas, but in reality they are deeply troubled individuals who need to face the real problems in their lives, not those they "identify" or replace what should be faced, what should be resolved.

The definition of grief that includes "trouble" and "annoyance" I would expand and add "a force that weaves into and around the life experience causing unforseen and unanticipated disruption and potentially unreclaimable losses."

INTERESTING COMPARISON:  I've been writing about the need to redefine or rexamine DEMENTIA and recognize it's not the depth of the disease, it's the impact the disease causes in all its stages.

THIS IS GRIEF'S DEFINITION AS WELL.

To believe Grief starts with death and over time subsides or goes away is as false, misleading and deceptive as believing the only kind of Dementia is Alzheimers. 

As for me, I've chosen not to accept Grief as others define the process. 

Has Grief affected me? Absolutely. 

Does Grief rule my life and control me? Definitely Not!

It's understanding where you are, where you need to be that becomes important to allowing for grief but not succumbing to it or building the forcefulness of its impact on you.

I've lived believing each day I face choices, make decisions and continue the path with those whom I love and loved, walking together even though we're apart.

Many days, many years that have followed have not been pleasant, enjoyable, welcome; many have been devastating, challenging. 

We, you and I, decide each day how we will move through that time, when we have moved forward and to what point without someone with whom we shared and may still have or may choose to place in a different perspective, a life bond.

Grief is personal. 
Grief is not the feelings of a friend, acquaintance or family member. Grief can be shared but grief is unique to all it affects.

We, you and I, can find a small speck of joy or simple positive thinking in the deepest of life's challenges.

Grief, in any form, is natural. 
You have the personal right to adjust, to find relief.
You're allowed to change your focus to a positive life movement. Society no longer dictates a specific time or dress for mourning. 

Grief. Mourning. Adjusting. Living. 
It's true life is never the same .
It's true life would never be the same any way.

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

It's A Dog's Life in many LTC's

Visited Mom's old facility.. 
Calendar showed three days of "Seated Activities". 

Sit. Stay. Good resident.   
It's a Dog's Life for many.

All the "activities" in the lower level Activity Room are board games and "sit down" games, or Seniors can visit the resident cat and now the resident rabbit who takes up a major part of the room in a cage.


You can watch the resident dog as he waddles here and there. 
He's quite old now. Just like many of the others living here.

Great to have animals around but where are the spaces for Adult Movement Activities? 

Oh, that's right. they have the "dining area". 
Just move aside the chairs and tables. 

They can't? Well, someone will .... when they have time ... or when they "think" to "organize" a "class".

Where can residents "work out"?
 
They need a medical script requiring Physical Therapy.

This is a Long Term Care Facility. 
By law, in most states, it's a "medical facility".
They have "their own" medical staffs although not consistently.

The residents are considered "patients".
Distribution of "meds" is a daily routine. 
Many arrive with a few and soon have multiple.

No one counts the number of "mind numbing" and "life slowing"
medicines given to "keep Mom and Dad moving slowly".
Easier to control and manage by low staff levels.

Interesting how we believe movement is key to continued good health and then we "lock up" parts of our society and take away any and all real physical activity believing they will fall, they will have problems they cannot and will not ..... etc.

Staffing costs money that eats into profits for the "investors".
This is not a "service", it's an "investment" requiring positive returns.

Where's the library with books and computers?
 
There is none. 
A few books are displayed in the "living room" on a shelf.

Decorations mostly, across from the "entry desk" in sight of "friends and relatives" arriving and departing.

Safety and Security? That requires staffing and additional cost.
Walk right in. Go wherever you want. 

People are supposed to check-in but that's seldom what happens.
Often without personnel so anyone can "get in".

One book where people sign in and out with times.
No tracking of who's visiting to see who comes and goes.

The only computer is in a room reserved for "staff meetings", "family" conferences and occassionally reserved for a resident's birthday with family/friends. 

The computer is "out of bounds". 
Not to be used or touched except by staff.

Residents are seen as "too old" to use "technological equipment".

Facilities practice the old saying:
"You can't teach an "old" dog "new" tricks.

Question: If a two year old can use a cell phone to play games and explore why can't an eighty two year old do the same?

Provide one for Mom/Dad? Unfortunately theft is also high.

At Mom's old facility, anything that involves some or more involvement by staff just isn't  "feasible", isn't considered or is negatively presented. 

Depending on the medical conditions and judging from the few people who use the "Main Dining Room", it's a handful who can get into the area since all use walkers or wheelchairs.

Wheelchairs that need someone to push or movement of huge wheels keep people from "exploring" or as the facility says, "wandering'.

Once in a while the local "book mobile" comes by. 

It parks outside. 
You have to be mobile to visit.
It requires a "step up" which few can do. 
Doesn't anyone think about these "barriers"?

In the "fireplace room" just off the reception area where there's a couch, some chairs and where some residents and many "visitors" spend time especially when the weather isn't good for going outside, the low seating couches and chairs require assistance by a second person and are seldom used by residents.

Instead, they sit in wheelchairs. 
Moved from place to place. 

Few with strength to "move the large wheels.
There they sit for hours on end.

Oh, and there are "favorites". 
Usually women who "join projects" or show participation.

My friend, Carol was one for a very long time.
She "posed" for pictures showing the "social times" and promoting the facility to the outside world.

There are two bookcases with donated books. 
A few are Large Print. 
I've only seen a handful of residents ask about the books. 
Most probably don't realize they could ask to read them. 
They look like decoration, not for reading.

Magazines?
NO.  Newspapers. NO.

It's assumed at Long Term Care Facilities that the residents are beyond the ability to move except with a walker.

Almost all use wheelchairs or Gerry Chairs (where they sit/lay and have little attention).

They enter the facility walking and quickly realize, like children, they do what they're told, how and when they're told not asking questions.

There are three levels of "Senior Living" -- Independent, Assisted and Long Term Care in Missouri but only one, Long Term Care qualifies to have Medicaid beds.

Long Term Care is defined in Missouri as needing certain amounts and levels of "personal assistance in daily life" and there are qualifications regarding ability to move independently that can disqualify a person from LTC. 

Upstairs, on the third floor, a TV is turned on. 

Some sit and watch. Others sit and stare. 

Staff "chose" what's on TV and sometimes that choice isn't a good one for those with memory loss, sight problems, hearing problems or who may be experiencing mental processing challenges. 

For the Staff, it's a great way to have your afternoon soap opera and work while watching.

There is little or no stimulation, activity, exercise that really moves the body and the mind.

Only those who are "mobile" on their own or who are a "favorite" get to the "lower level" activities.

Do you go to a Gym? Do you workout? Do you walk or swim? 

We're told every day how important walking and movement are, how challenged our bodies become including the internal organs when we sit all day.

So what do we do in Long Term Care?

We treat movement as dangerous. We slow down the body and cause more challenges as we practice lethargy rather than encourage movement. But....that would mean more staff....more expense...and there are no rewards for lifestyle improvement in Long Term Care Facilities from Insurance companies as there is in the "real world".

We take away "hazardous" walkers. Why not invent safer ones?

THERE!  Yes, you Entreprenuers and Small Business people. The market is out there; the need is growing every day. 

Invent. Create &  above all CARE about those who are where YOU will be .. sooner than you think.


Friday, June 14, 2024

Battle of the Ages

Ever notice how age has become a "mention" in many conversations and on the internet?

It's fascinating to me how certain age groups are brought to the front and have "top standing" for a while soon to be replaced by one that's younger, more "cutting edge" and less "conforming'.

Boomers or Seniors have become the "adversaries of the day" being promoted as sitting on wealth, not "having to work" and able to enjoy "the good life".

Why when someone "covets" what another person or group has achieved and retains become so "necessary and wanted" do these "groups" find numerous ways to criticize and attack to try to gain control and push others "out of the way"?

Those of you in your 20's, on your own, formed a relationship, perhaps married and beginning a family or wanting to "share a home" with others to have more room and a nicer location -- you have far better prospects than the Seniors you're trying to displace, move on or out.

"Seniors" doesn't mean reaching a certain age -- it's defined by knowledge, usage, ability and access to technology capable of continually adjusting to "the next" innovation and advancement.

Leaders in yesterday's classes would still lead today, it's the person, not the decade.

Simply put, age isn't the definer in society, it's accessibility and ability -- where, when, how long and in what ways determining where and how people live, work and survive.