Featuring Freda




Freda nearly toppled today.

It is a fine balance between activities which ensure her safety and those which liberate her from fixity.

We talk a little about the risk of disruption versus the persistent and stimulating spice of the unfamiliar.

I say to her that occasionally I have found myself wondering how what we do together is of ongoing value for her. 

Which activities are most supportive?

Her instant rejoinder is “I find what we do immensely helpful” 

She demonstrated walking on her pelvis to the front of her chair.

She went on to relate how a few days ago she had had a fall in her kitchen.

She was not hurt, but the clutter of furniture around her made it impossible to move.

Eventually she pressed her alarm buzzer which brought people promptly to her door  

They did not have the code to her key safe. She cannot remember her key code.

A conversation through the letter box ascertained that she did not need an ambulance, so they left with advice to contact her GP.

Still on the floor and phone out of reach, she little by little moved the furniture and found she could lie flat.

Then, sitting up, she did the manoeuvre that she had just shown me to walk along the floor on her pelvis to the kitchen stair and pull herself up.

“How did you remain so calm?”

(I on the other hand was far from calm, but felt it wiser to follow Freda’s pragmatic lead)

“After 30 years the technique is so much a part of me that when I need it, it’s there.”

In the meantime a friend had visited but been unable to get in to help.

Justin in the Mansion cafe next door is going to lay on a 100th birthday party next April.