Escape Committee

Rosemarie's communication is usually unintelligible but not entirely opaque.

On a number of occasions recently her distressed monologues have changed into intense,  intimate,  conspiratorial murmurings. The general gist seems to be that if we stand up and move quickly we can get out.

The urgency and the trust are truly heart-breaking.

I am not sure where this came from. I think possibly my repeated assertions that, when she can transfer from wheelchair to car and back with minimal assistance from one person, I can take her out places, has combined with her sense of forced residency (or as she sees it, imprisonment) to conjure up images of escape.

This very difficult to deal with. Usually I manage to deflect it towards discussion of walking or making attempts to stand up and do a few steps. This sometimes diverts her but some times she says "No...Quick...Now...". That clearly.

Her awareness of her location and her distress at being there are increasingly evident now and this is becoming a real problem. Her anger is mainly directed at me but can be extended to other members of the family and in some cases visiting friends.

But not the staff. They are the prison guards and must not suspect anything.