I was eighteen - in a locked ward with fifteen men and a charge nurse who'd been in the army -
I'd had no training - they just gave me a white coat and a bunch of keys -
One evening, Nigel went up to the door of the ward, which was locked - he tried and tried to open it, rattling and kicking it -
The charge nurse shouted, louder and louder - Nigel! - stop that!! -
There was more and more anger in the air -
Poor Nigel - you saw his shoulders slump - he crept away - humiliated, like a beaten child -
All that Nigel wanted was to walk through the door, away from these men with strange faces -
12.00
Wednesday 10 December 2015
Responding to Challnging Behaviours in Dementia Course
Petersfield Community Centre
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