by Joanne Harding
Being appointed Executive Member for Adult Social Care at Trafford Council was one of the proudest achievements of my life. However, it is more than a role: it is personal.
In March 2019 I submitted a motion to Council, asking Trafford to adopt in full the recommendations of the Unison Ethical Care Charter.
As I delivered my speech, I held a photograph of my gran, Annie.
Annie was political, tiny and formidable, and I loved her.
She was an important influence on my life, and I wouldn’t be the woman I am now without having her advice and guidance.
I watched as she was ravaged by dementia: there was confusion; inability to recognise any of us; wandering and putting herself at risk, not able to feed and clothe herself; and needing assistance with the most personal of care.
I saw carers come and go, different ones trying to coax her to eat and drink.
I watched as they watched the clock. Knowing they had limited time to care for her, before they had to head off to the next person needing their support.
I watched as she sat motionless and lifeless, slumped in a chair, as she eventually had to be moved to nursing care.
The woman I knew as fiercely independent was now totally dependent on others to look after her. I remember feeling horrified and terrified in equal measures, every time I went to visit her at the care home that was just too poorly equipped to really care for my lovely gran.
Fast forward to 2020 and here we are in the middle of a global pandemic, with care homes on everyone’s lips.