I’ve locked them in a home, abandoned them for the rest of their lives.  It’s going to kill them and I’m the person responsible.

Do you know how difficult it is accepting that reality?

People look at me and know what I’ve done.  They judge me for tossing my parents aside.

I’ve become a terrible person and don’t know if my parents will ever be able to forgive me for what I’ve done.  Not a day goes by that I don’t question what I’ve done.  I question my decision each time I go to see them.

Mom cries when she sees me.  She asks if we’re going home soon.

Dad doesn’t know me but smiles when I say who I am.  His eyes light just a little before he’s sucked back into the darkness of Alzheimer’s.

The doctors and nurses have no sympathy for me or my parents.  They are concerned with making their own lives easier.  They use drugs to chemically restrain my parents.

When that doesn’t work there’s always that god damn chair.  You don’t know hell until you see your loved one strapped in a chair, a drool puddle about them on the floor.

It’s for their own protection I’m told.

I know the difference.

We treat animals better.

They use the chair to avoid having to work and deal with those things that make this disease horrible.  They have no sympathy for those they care about.  They strip their dignity, place them in a diaper and tie them to that god damn chair.

I advocate for my parents but the system is designed to wear me down.  I argue and fight but the institution pushes back until I can’t fight anymore.

They question my sanity, my ability to cope with what I’ve done.

Have they read my mind?

It hurts but I know for me to survive, I have to accept the reality I’ve helped create.  I have to live with what I have done.

I’ve institutionalized my parents but I’m the one that’s trapped.  I’m trapped in guilt watching the only people in this world to have ever loved me unconditionally subjected to legalized abuse from an institution I once admired.

I pray for my parents’  death.  Death would release them from this horrid disease.

I question whether this is what I really want because deep down I know I’m praying for relief to my own guilt and anguish over what I’ve done.

Death would release them and allow me to mourn.

The Montreal Police Service is looking at how GPS tracking can keep Alzheimer’s disease patients safe.

Daniel Rousseau, a police spokesperson said “For us, the priority is the safety of the population. In cases where citizens go missing because of Alzheimer’s, we want to get involved as quickly as possible to return them.”

This would expand current GPS tracking used to track prisoners and expand it to track those suffering from Alzheimer’s disease.

People suffering from Alzheimer’s disease have a 50 percent chance of being injured if they are not discovered within 12 hours of going missing according to Montreal Alzheimer’s Society.

Using GPS tracking will allow Alzheimer’s disease patients to be quickly located and returned to a safer environment.