Solving the Riddles

What stayed after everything is gone, is that love that’s, always been, there, on how what’s most important will stay, even after dementia had, taken everything of our loved ones, away, translated…

The outbreaks made the homes into a locked up room with no strangers allowed, with only my mother and me in it.

As that feeling of “I’m home” had yet to settle in me, the burdens, the pressures of caring for my mother came pounding down on me.  From before, I’d only gotten the “reports” from the foreign hired nurse about my mother’s conditions, and now, I’m, a part of it.

illustration from UDN.com

The rhythmic knocking sounds came from the kitchens, I’d walked near, found my mother, banging the ladle on the sink, mumbling, “I want the wok!”

I’d learned to stop asking her why, and opened up the cabinet door.  There was, the pottery wok, as well as the ironclad wok, I’d taken out the sturdy, can’t be broken ironclad wok, presented it to her.

Her facial expressions were like in a slow-motion movie, in a bit, she’d, reiterated, stubbornly, “I want the wok!”

“Isn’t this the wok?”, I’m not articulate enough in Taiwanese, but I still remembered the word for “wok”.

“Someone stole it!!!”, then my mother started crying and making a huge fuss like an infantile child, I was so scared I’d, immediately found something that shaped or sounded like what she was looking for, for her to, hold onto.

Then, she’d finally, carried a huge bowl in her hands, and finally, got, settled down.

I’d recalled my childhood then.

As my mother worked in and out of the kitchens during those days of old, I’d, stood by and watched, and, started, wandering into the stove with the fires, and the sharpened knives.

“Hand me the ladle”, she’d, ordered out to me, to get me away.

I don’t know what she was saying, I’d made an educated guess, and, took out a sift from the cabinets to hand it to her, she’d burst out in laughter then.

Her laughter turned into, my tears now.

We can’t, laugh about the demented elderly’s conditions the same way we can, about the unknowingness of a young child, every mistaken name, became what she’d lost, and can, never, get back.  My mother became, that box of puzzles with the pieces gone missing.  Her behaviors, odd, and unpredictable, and her words, languages were, encrypted, leaving me fatigued, trying, to figure the meanings out.

My mother still carried that large bowl, stated, that when “youngest child” (me) gets home from the quarantine, she’ll prepare me a bowl of noodles with an egg to turn my luck around, because I’d once told her how I loved the noodles she used to cook for me.

Can’t believe, that my mother still remembered it.  How I’d, always told, that I loved her eggs and noodles cooked in sesame oils, that she could start up a business with it, that one day, I would learn how she made it, only, that one day kept getting put off.

But is it, too late already?

I’d taken out the eggs the goji berries, the ginger, and the thin noodles onto the counters, as I was in doubt, where I should, start, my mother started pouring the rice wine into a bowl, the placed the goji berries in to soak them up, slicing up the ginger into pieces, heating up the wok.  As I stood by, like a, wallflower, and I only have one wish in this moment, that this moment can, stay eternally, never forgotten.

And so, this, is how even as everything is forgotten by the demented elderly person, s/he will still remember the love s/he had for the child, and, that, is something, the only thing that’s remained, of our elderly, demented, loved ones, the memories of how they used to, love us.

The Former Youth Baseball Start Stabbed His Girlfriend Who was a Contractor to Death Because She Wanted to Break Up

How this breakup still, ended in, MURDER!!!  A love that, turned into, a murder, at the very, end, off of the Newspapers, translated…

The once youth baseball player, who’d won the Porter World Cup with his team, the Taipower Company employee, Yin, after divorcing, started dating the Taipower contractor, Chang for more than a decade’s time, recently, he suspected that she was breaking up with him because she took up with another man, yesterday at the Taipower local office in Chiayi, he used a fruit knife, and stabbed five times into Chang’s heart, causing her to bleed out, she was rushed to the hospital, but died; Yin was dumbfounded on the chair, and tried to excuse himself, “I’d accidentally stabbed her”, the Chiayi D.A.’s Office charged him with murder, and asked the courts to take him into custody.

The assistant of the sales department of the local Chiayi District office of Taipower Company, Yen told, that Yin worked in the  materials managing department, responsible in what he did, that Chang was from a related materials provision company, that the Taipower Company felt regrettable over what had happened.

Based off of understanding, the fifty-five-year-old Yin was married before with two daughters, the fifty-one-year-old Chang was also previously married, with a son, later, both got divorced, they’d met on the job, and started dating twelve years ago, because Yin had oral cancer, during his treatment, Chang looked after him.

The police found, that Chang made Yin upset by mentioning breaking up, and he’d not agreed, and had argued with her many times already, yesterday, he’d used the excuses of delivering some documents to her office, hidden the knife inside his coat, walked to Chang’s office on the third floor, then, stabbed Chang in the thorax repeatedly, she’d bled out, and died before she could get to the hospital.

Chen, a friend of theirs told, that after Yin’s surgery for his oral cancer, he’d become emotionally unstable, and would be up at night, he’d often called him to try to soothe him; the former chair of the youth baseball team of Fuzi, Chiayi, Huang told, that Yin was always well-behaved growing up, and as he was on break, he’d always come back to his hometown, to teach the younger generations to play baseball, that he’d been ill of late.

As Yin attended the Fuzi Elementary School, he was a member of the youth baseball team, got the representative team of Taiwan, n the thirty-third William Porter Youth Baseball Qualifiers, he was the trifecta winner of homerun scorer, and, his team won the championship trophy in the world series that year.

So, how easily, a man cracks, because he felt that he’d, invested too much into the relationship, and, the woman was, deserting him, with the compounding trials of his own lack of sleep from his oral cancer, and his girlfriend’s wanting to break up, is that final straw, that made him commit murder.

Blame it on Their, PREFRONTAL Cortexes…

Blame it on their, PREFRONTAL, cortexes, in the teens who’d, committed those, hard crimes, the felonies, the crimes so atrocious, that everybody starts to take in their breaths as they heard them.

Blame it on their, PREFRONTAL, cortexes, it’s NOT their faults, for the prefrontal cortexes only becomes, fully and, completely, developed, in our, twenties to thirties (right???), so that’s why, the teens are, impulsive, engaging in, risk-taking behaviors, besides, they’re all, way too, hormonal.

Blame it on their, PREFRONTAL, cortexes, those serial killers, they’d not matured into adulthood yet, something must’ve gone wrong in their, upbringing (i.e. abuse, neglect, assault, etc., etc., etc.), and besides, these adolescent criminals, they’d lacked good role models in their lives, it’s easy to see, how they’d, taken, to that lifestyle, of crimes, and, offense.

and, here’s the difference of teenage brains and adult brains, diagram from online

Blame it on their, PREFRONTAL, cortexes, but NOT their parents, for not setting up the morally responsible rules, for NOT setting them straight when their children misbehaved because, how are e supposed to know, that allowing our children to do whatever the @#$% they wanted to do with NO limitations, is what led us, up to this point???

We don’t know that, and, none of us, can predict the futures, so, it’s nobody’s fault, and if you want to blame, blame the teens’ risk-taking behaviors on their, underdeveloped PREFRONTAL, cortexes!

The Last-Year Middle School Student Molested a Young Girl, “I Learned it from the Teashops”

I thought, that at least, when we get to our, teenage years, we would’ve already had the SENSES about what we can, and cannot do, but apparently, that’s, NOT the case here, what the @#$%!!!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

A last year middle school student in Changwha, in the broad day light on the nineteenth, molested a young girl who’s a neighbor in the broad day light, as the older brother of the young girl saw, he’d called the cops, and the adolescent admitted, that he was taken to the teashops by a male elder, and he was only, copying the “moves” that he saw, was charged with molestation, and sent to juvenile court, the judge mandated him to get placed in juvenile detention, the county government asked for the counseling provisions for this adolescent male.

The county government department of education told, that this middle school student has a learning disability, that his bad behaviors were caused by the adults he is raised by, that other than the student himself, they will continue to give the families counseling on how to raise up their children correctly.

The police investigated and found, that on the nineteenth, the young girl followed her older brother out to the local temple’s celebration, bumped into the middle school age boy, they went to the parks to play together, as the young girl’s older brother went to get some snacks from the shop, the middle school student took the young girl’s panties off while she was playing on the slides, and the girl’s older brother came back and caught him in the act, the older brother ran to the women in their local community to ask for help, and to have the women to help him call the police.

Then, the middle school student left the scene, bumped into his own uncle, and told what happened, and, was led by his uncle back to the park, to apologize, and at this time, the patrol officers came, the middle school student admitted, “I did it!”, was led into the police stations to be interrogated.

The middle school student told, that he’d followed a male elder to the “tea shops”, and saw the men and women do some “moves”, that’s why he did what he saw to the young girl too, he didn’t know, that he wasn’t supposed to do that.

The social services told, that the middle school student’s family was a registered low income household, his father was unemployed and an alcoholic, most of the children in his family are learning disabled, or with mental incapacities, but most of them weren’t registered as handicaps, the family had lost its functions just about completely; the adults’ taking him into the “teashops”, and he’d picked up the bad behaviors there, that the functionality of his family is, really, alarming.

The school told, that the middle school student often couldn’t understand “what the teachers are teaching”, kept repeating the same mistakes, and not known what he was doing wrong, that had he been placed in special eds, with teachers who watched him closer, then, he may not have offended.

The Department of Education stated, that the office will help with sorting through the afterwards of the incident, and will make sure that the middle school student gets the gender equality education lessons, to help him set up the correct values on sex.

And yeah, so, this kid can’t actually be held, accountable for his behaviors, not just because he’s still a minor, but because of how he was, socialized, it was his adult relatives’ faults, for taking him into the “teashops”, leaving him to watch them FUCK those whores, and, seeing how children still learn by modeling after their adults’ behaviors, and, because this KID’s PREFRONTAL cortex hadn’t been FULLY DEVELOPED, as mental maturity comes in, the mid-to-late twenties (was it???), that’s why you can’t really, blame him, for HUMPING that young girl!  Or, can you???

What We are Learning in Living

On homeschooling, how children are learning, when we’re, unaware, through their interactions with their own, external environments, translated…

One of the benefits of homeschooling is that we can break through the boundaries of learning that the schools create for us, the kids no longer chose from running the laps, playing the balls for physical activities, they can also choose swimming, rock climbing, baseball, and, they don’t need to switch activities once every two weeks or so, we can use the years as the units of learning for each and every physical activity.

Recently, my son took up air-yoga, this sort of coordination-prone and challenging oneself sport helped my son build his self-confidence as he was not agile in running, or tossing the balls, he’d stated it clearly, that he will become, a yoga instructor in his future.  And, for most people, they would be confused, because, in the impressions, aren’t the yoga instructors mostly, females in tights, twisting their bodies around, stretching their limbs to their limbs?  It didn’t feel, too, masculine.

But my son had already been “unlimited by his gender”, not just because this yoga instructor was a young man, with long hair, and earrings, but because of my work in advocating gender equality, which allowed him, who’s homeschooled, to get involved with what I was, working on, and, in recent years, all the seminars, all the books he’d read up on on the subject, may have exceeded that of the school teachers.

But, taking my son along to work, it wasn’t, easy.  Even if my work is quite flexible, I’d not needed to stay for long hours at an office setting, my son can do his own things when I’m working on my drafts, as I went to give the lectures, he’d sat, quietly by, read his own books, but, after all, he was quite young, and, couldn’t help it to run to the podium to hug me, or to grab away my mic, my projection pen, the other assortments of technologies, gadgets I was using in my lectures, and it’d made me mad, that I swore I was, never taking him to work with me again.

illustration from UDN.com

Until he entered into the second grade, and can get along on his own better, and, it wasn’t as difficult for him, to be there, when I worked.  One day, I’d gone to a children’s bookstore in Taoyuan to share an illustrated book on sex education, in my two-hour long lecture, he’d found a shelf full of comics with the scientific subjects, as he’d found this slot of treasures, he’d started reading it for very long, and, although he still ran up to me to tell me things a couple of times, but, everything got resolved, soon enough.  Afterwards, I’d bought him a volume, with the money I was paid for the lecture, and to support this independent bookstore that watches over the children.

On the way home, my son started asking me, what I’d lectured about, of the stereotypes of gender, that was it a gender stereotype when others asked if he were, a little, girl?  Wow!  I can’t imagine, that he actually, heard me, while he was, reading his own books.  As we got home, I’d, taken a few illustrated volumes on gender, to have him be able to choose it as one of the books for his own reading assignment of the week, we’d passed through this day, pleasantly.

It’d dawned on me, that it all depends on the adults, whether or not their young will steadily, enter, into the systems of, learning.  For instance, the phonetic spellings, for a young child who’d encountered the world of symbolic language for the very first time, it was all unknown, if the teachers can provide a more active means for them to learn, instead of forcing them to memorize the phonetic symbols rote, then, it will surely, speed up their paces of learning, and reduce the pains as they learned.  And, on the subjects of gender equality education, if the kids are told what to do this, what not to do that in class, then, to them, it would only be whether or not “I followed the words of the adults”, but, if we can, help them evaluate things in their own lives, to pose their own questions on these matters, to discuss the subject matters with them, then, the kids will then, internalize the materials.

But, it’s nothing easy, teaching our own young, especially when we want to “teach using life”, it’d become, that much more of a, challenge.  Sometimes, I would get upset in teaching my son, attempted to control how the learning sessions would go, to make sure that my son understands what I’m teaching to him.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I still can’t get past what’s inside of myself, we’re not in school now, so, why is that game of catching up still being, played, what am I, hurrying at?  I’d needed to, remind myself constantly, to NOT complain all the time, that my son can’t understand, what I should do is to change my own thought, to use a wiser way, to help my child understand, what he wants to, understand.

And so, this is the lesson you learned, from how your own young son learns, and, children are, absorbing everything they encounter, from watching how the adults interact, to how they interact with their own, external environment, and, if we keep that in mind, and, we find that way to teach our own young effectively, then, they will be, more than educated, even when they are not, placed inside a school setting to learn.

That Boy with Asperger’s

Until you’d encountered that first child with Asperger’s, you’d started, questioning the things you’d encountered, and, you’d used the experiences, the knowledge you’d gained from this first young child, to help the parents of another child, to help them get the right help they needed for their son, translated…

In my forties, I’d gotten to know my self through caring for others.

He was, a young boy with Asperger’s that’s given all of his school instructors huge headaches, he’d been kicked out of several afterschool program one by one.  In a chance encounter, his parents learned of the free homework help sessions, and wanted to try it out for him.  At first, his mother worried that because I didn’t have training in special eds, that I wouldn’t know how to interact with this boy, so after every single sessions, she’d asked me how the classroom sessions went.  Later, she’d found, that we got along, dandy, that her son managed to finish all of his, assignments, and she’d, commended me for being, patient.  But I knew, that I’m, anything but, and, I’d felt, bashful over receiving this compliment from her, and, felt, that there was, this unknown connection I had with, this young boy for some reasons.

a list of traits that cane be used for indicators, but formal diagnoses are still, necessary for confirmations

from online

To get to know more about Asperger’s Syndrome, I’d, researched online, found an informal questionnaire for assessment, and, being driven by my own curiosities, I’d, assessed the child, and, I’d, scored forty-three out of fifty.  At that moment, it was like, the light bulb came on suddenly, and, all of my situations from when I was young, I’d found that answer for suddenly: growing up with my three sisters, I’d much enjoying playing by myself; my mother jokingly told the guests, that I’m, autistic; my younger sister had flipped through the magazines that were given to us, and she was surprised and asked me, why did I mark the points on there, as it was, leisure reading for us; and I’d, shown my classmate that furry caterpillar I’d found, and it’s, shocked them so much…………

I’m ever the more grateful, for meeting up with this young boy, seeing how he grew, and I’d, reviewed over my own childhood moments too, and helping others; one day, a sister from church poured her hear tout to me, that her son in preschool had gotten into too much trouble, that the teacher went all out in taking care of her son, and couldn’t take care of anything else in the class.  As she’d, described the situations to me, it’s, as if, that familiar scene came back again.  In my suggestions, she took her son to the hospital for a diagnoses, surely, another, boy with, Asperger’s, another life with all the wonders, the twists, turns, the ups and the downs……………

So, this is, how you’d, figured yourself out, because the child that was left in your care started showing the signs you’d shown when you were young too, and, because you are more educated, than your own parents, that’s why, you were able to, figure out a way to connect with the children you work with, and, get their parents to help their own young, to have the children correctly diagnosed, so they can continue to receive the right kind of assistance they will need in their lives.

Seeking the Sources of Water in the Desert

Losing sight of what’s, really important, having wandered in this world too long, translated…

I’d been told, that before venturing out into the deserts, we should start living in suspicion.  The information on how to get water to drink is a matter of life and death, so, those who’d not gone to the deserts, their words simply can’t be, trusted.

what you hoped to find

an oasis, photo from online

The words are, totally, unreliable, like how the oases are often, nothing more than, mirages in the deserts.  To remember the locations of where the bodies of water are located, the merchants and travelers devised a sort of a communications system: emotions.  It is said, that emotions, preceded words, isn’t it?  Once the travelers got a serving of the springs water, they will sure that they feel what the water made their bodies feel: this is a water of happiness, that is, water of, nostalgia; this is dancing happily water, that was, water under the bridges.  Their secrets were, passed, like tiny vials of water, among those who’d just, walked into, the nothingness, telling the individual, if there’s a feeling that came from nowhere in you, follow it, then, you shall, find the sources of water quickly enough.

Those who’d had their ventures into the deserts would become, unusually, silent after their trips, because it’s too dry, it’d, made them, realized the relationship between water and language.  Was that what you’d, once told me too?  that there was that sorrowful feeling, with a glass of water you’d, drunk.  But, I’m sorry, for I’d, lost all my words and sentences.  I can’t tell it to you, that the tears that ran dry from my eyes, finally, became an oasis in the desert, and, found you, alas.

in the midst of this…

nothing but the scorching sun, the heat, and the, barrenness…photo from online

And so, this, is on grieving for someone you’d, lost, that feelings are what’s most expressive in us, that the feelings are, the rawest way of expressing ourselves, and yet, we’d become, overly, reliant on words and sentences these days, we’d, not gone back to the origins of it all: how we feel about things!

An Army Officer Drove Drunk & Killed a Woman, Ran from the Scene and Destroyed His Own Car to Get Rid of the Evidence

A hit and run, with the perp attempting to escape the law, but he still, got caught, and his father still felt compelled, to try and wipe his, ADULT ass too!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

He’d Changed His Outfits Twice, and as He Was Called in, He’d Lied about His Car Being Stolen, the Marines Handed Down Severe Punishment for Him, Relieved Him of Duty, the Courts Mandated Him into Police Custody

The army officer, Yuan early yesterday morning drove drunk in Miaoli, after he ran over and killed the woman, Liu, he’d escaped, and, later he’d even, driven the car he hit the woman with to a distant location, not only did he remove the license plate, he’d committed arson on his own car to get rid of the evidence, because Yuan was stopped by the police right before this, the identification of the hit-and-run driver was immediately known, as Yuan came to the police station, he’d claimed that his car was stolen, until the police reviewed over the surveillance footage caught from the traffic cameras, did Yuan admit to driving under the influence, that he’d hit the woman, then run, his BAC read 0.64, after the D.A. interrogated him, they’d asked the courts to mandate his custody, due to flight risk, which the courts signed off on.

The Marines Training Facility issued the statement, that they’d felt heartbroken over what had happened, that they will “enforce the punishments alongside the law”, punish him severely, and relieve him of his army service duties.

Yuan’s (age 26) parents are both medical staff members, the Mercedes Benz he drove in the hit-and-run was a preowned vehicle, that his family wasn’t as rich as the outside world thinks Yuan’s father worried that he may not be able to pay for the damages that his son had caused to the families of the victims, and told the police he wanted to offer his final respects to the victim, but the police worried that this may upset the families of the elderly woman his son ran over.

Two night ago, Yuan and his friends were out drinking at a karaoke bar until the midnight hours with friends, as he drove drunk past the Zhongshan Road and Mingshen Street intersection, he hit the elderly woman, Liu (age 77) at a high speed, Liu fly upward, and fell next to the parked scooters by the side of the road, at this time, Yuan sped off faster, and, drove the car to the deserted lot by Yingtsai Road, removed the license plate, then set the car on fire, as Liu was taken to the hospital, she’d, died.

The police were notified of the fire, and rushed over, and, comparing the street cam of the location where the hit and run occurred, they’d found that the car was the one that hit the elderly woman, that the owner of the vehicle was Yuan, whom the police checked earlier at the karaoke bar, the police immediately called him in.

At seven in the morn, with his father accompanying him, Yuan turned himself in, first, he’d lied about his car being stolen, that he’d not known what happened, and refused to disclose any details of the hit-and-run, the police mentioned that they captured him on video, that he was wearing a black t-shirt when they checked him at the karaoke bar, that he’d gone home to change his shirt after the hit and run, then, set the fires to the lot where he’d abandoned his car, then, headed back home to change his clothes again.

Yuan saw that he couldn’t evade the responsibilities anymore, and admitted to the drunk-driving hit and run, then, was led to the location where he’d set his own car on fire, and, a few meters out by the bamboo forest and the ditches, the police discovered the license plates he’d taken off his car.

And so, this LOSER tried to evade responsibilities of the drunk-driving hit and run, and, the marines taking him off of duty, him being taken into custody is still not punishment enough, not for the families of the elderly woman whom he ran over, and killed, after driving drunk.

He’d Tried to Evade Punishment for Stabbing the Clerk of a Super Convenience Shop Using the Insanity Plea, Charged with Murder

Tried to use the insanity plea, unsuccessfully for his committing murder, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The famed paper carving artist, Chiang last year went to the super convenience shops without his mask on, was displeased at the clerk, Tsai’s asking him to put his mask on, got into a fight, Chiang went home, got a sickle, and stabbed three times into Tsai’s heart causing Tsai to die, after he murdered the clerk, he’d used the insanity plea of “I only remember segments from murdering the man”, the D.A. had the psych evaluation done by the hospital, and found that as Tsai was stabbing the clerk to death, he wasn’t incapacitated mentally or psychologically, yesterday, Chiang was prosecuted on murder, and the D.A. asked the courts for a heavy sentence.

Chiang (age 41) in the midnight hours of November 21^st of last, headed over to the super convenience shop on Guanfeng Road in Guishan, Taoyuan to buy things, because Tsai the store clerk verbally told him to mask up, otherwise, he refused to check him out, Chiang left in upset then put his mask on, returned back to the shop, and, as he’d paid for the items, he’d, taken his mask off, and thrown it at the clerk, Tsai, they started in altercation.

Chiang went home again, and changed into another set out outerwear, with the short sickle (the blade of 16-centimeters), the craft’s knife (6.5 centimeter blade), as well as a screw driver, went back to the super convenience shop in the early hours of the morn, as soon as he saw Tsai exited the shop, he’d, stabbed the man using that sickle in Tsai’s thorax and abdomen, Tsai was stabbed in the heart, started bleeding out, fell down outside the store, and died, Chiang then, turned himself in.

During his interrogation with the D.A.’s office, he’d admitted getting into argument with the clerk with a knife, but claimed that he’d lost his sense, and gone home, changed, with the knife, that he was going to fight Tsai, and he’d been on anti-depressants for a long time too.

The witnesses retold, that Tsai exited the shop wounded, pulled out the sickle, and asked him to call for help, then, Chiang had, grabbed him by the head, and, rammed it against the pavement, and after he’d confirmed, that the victim had, died, he believe, that Chiang was of sound mind.

The coroner confirmed the cause of death of the victim bleeding out from getting stabbed in the chest, and the surveillance outside the super convenience shop captured the murder too; the D.A. sent Chiang to Changgang Hospital in Linkou for a psych evaluation, and it showed that Chiang had sleep disorder, and symptoms of depression, but, “not considered the major psychiatric conditions”, that his judgment, cognition, and intelligent were, all within, normal range.

The D.A. believed, that Chiang was of sound mind, before and during the murder, that he’d, brutally murdered the clerk because he was told by him to mask up, that he didn’t admit to what he’d done, and asked the courts to give him a heavy sentence.

And so this, is still, not going to be the very last, there were the cases of the store clerks’ asking the customers to mask up and getting stabbed, or murdered from before, and this perp had no emotional control, he’d, gotten angered at the clerk’s request for him to mask up, and stabbed the man to death, and he deserves the severest of punishment available in this country.

Building a Friendly Community for the Demented Elderly, Helping Them Come Home

As we’re, already in the era of, super elderly here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

There’d been the families of demented elderly who’d told me, “you kept calling to the public to take a note of the matter of dementia and Alzheimer’s, we’re all very grateful, but, every time I’d inquired to the related organized inquired to the related organization if there are ways to prevent the elderly from wandering off and getting lost, they’d always told me to put that bracelet on my parents or use the GPS tracking devices.  I feel, that those who’d suggested these resolves, surely, they’d never considered, how the elderly population would, hate these things.”  He’d sighed, “what are the ways that really actually, worked, to prevent the elderly from getting lost?”

Seeing how stressed he was, I’d recalled the famed physician, Hasegawa, who is also, an Alzheimer’s patient himself describing his own personal experiences of wandering lost: “in the subway I took many times on end, I’d felt, strange in it.  I can’t find my usual route, so I had to, ask someone for help.” The man immediately rebutted, “this Japanese physician knew to ask for help!”

I’d said, “Think about it, who gets lost the most often, not the already progressed into the advanced stages patients of Alzheimer’s, but those who are only in the beginning stages of it, their symptoms still hadn’t worsened to them not heading out, so they would still, ride out or to stroll, that’s why they get lost easily.”

That day, we’d, discussed many issues of elderly with dementia wandering off, losing their ways, there were the books in Japan, who are, more advanced in the super elderly era than here, discussing the matters of demented elderly getting lost, that got translated into Chinese that officially introduced the term, “demented wandering lost” formally.  This will only get more and more apparent, and more serious, the key being: what can we do, for the demented elderly who wander off easily”

I suggest that the families who’d found the symptoms of dementia, setting in the elderly in their homes to see if they’re willing to wear an identification, a GPS tracker of sorts, if they don’t, or they are up for it, then, you can have the elder carry a phone with GPS capability on it, the functions should be simplistic, but the volumes must be turned up to maximum, so the elder would know that someone is calling them, and can clearly talk with the caller.

If the elder refused these, then, you can try and put the bracelets or the necklaces with the identification markers, normally, the clinics have these available for asking, but if the elder thought the appearances of these aren’t to their liking, then, the families can get the personalized jewelry for her/him to wear.

the floor plans of a dementia-friendly living environment, found online

a part of a nursing home, I’m thinking

And if none of these are accepted by the elder, then, the families can keep track of the elder’s appearances, to help the police recover them when they get lost.  The means include: taking the photos every day and updating the photo on their identification cards, documenting the elderly’s face, body, and clothes, in the most convenient of ways, that way, when the elder wanders off, the police can use the facial recognition software to find them.  And, with the fingerprints on records with the local police stations, this can help the families find their lost elders with dementia back more easily.

And, a lot of the families started stitching the names of their elders on their clothes, along with a contact phone number, and if you’re worried that this can leak the personal data out, then, you can stitch the QR codes on, or stitch the personal data in some place not visible, like behind the collar, or in the inset of the clothes, as the police find the demented elderly wandering, they will try to find the clues of where these elderly come from from what they were wearing first.

I’d told the family these examples, and, I’d returned to the Japanese physician’s case.  I’d told the family, “don’t matter the stages of dementia, as the patients of dementia understand to ask around, then, it can greatly reduce the chances of them, getting lost.  But unfortunately, the elders, they don’t ask on their own.”

I’d stressed, that “I hope that when it comes to our generations aging into the elderly age, we can ask more, then, we will, reduce the risk of getting lost.  Of course, there would be the needs of those whom the elderly ask to have the empathy over how the elderly feel confused and anxious as they got lost, and leading them toward the right directions, to the point, of leading them to the police to ask for help—this, would be what’s called, “Alzheimer’s Friendly Community”, so long as the environment is positive and warm and gentle toward elderly who are demented, then, the elderly with dementia will get home more easily.”

And so, this still showed, how we all need to, chip in, to watch out for one another, to lend a helping hand to someone who needs, but unfortunately, due to many cases of awful incidents that’s already, happened, people are, less and less likely, to help, and you still can’t keep your demented elderly family members locked up, chained up at home, and so, the problems remained, unresolved.