Shannon Ingram
Writer/Speaker/Trainer
Book: The Heart Way-A Journey from Corporate to Care
www.shannoningram.com
When I took on the role of caregiver to my octogenarian parents, I thought no subject would be too difficult to discuss with them. We had always enjoyed open dialogs on a wide variety of topics. We worked together to resolve the issues of taking medications at the appropriate times every day, handling finances, giving up driving in favor of being shuttled wherever they needed to go and living quarters. The only subjects that were off limits were hygiene, and worse, incontinence.
When I did laundry, I was shocked to discover my parents’ undergarments were horribly soiled, and in some cases, their outerwear was too. Taking a shower was no longer a pleasant experience for them, and they didn’t want to talk about it. Every day, they would tell me they felt clean, even if they smelled awful. I tried talking them into letting me give them each a bath and bought a chair and a new hand-held nozzle for their shower. They insisted a quick rub with a washcloth was all it took to stay clean and they could do it themselves, to which I responded, “NOT! And furthermore, you need to wear adult diapers.” With that, they asked me to leave. It was embarrassing for all of us.
Driving home, I realized this was the worst challenge we had encountered. I knew there had to be a better way to support them without sacrificing their dignity. I stopped at the pharmacy and talked to a sympathetic pharmacist who suggested the Depends type of padded underwear for my mom and special plastic pants for dad that could be purchased at the medical supply store. I researched plastic pants on the Internet and found there were several kinds that looked and apparently felt just like “real” underwear.
I bought some products for my parents to sample and took them to their home the next day. Thankfully, Mom and Dad were happy to see me. I asked if we could sit down at the kitchen table and talk about the nasty subject of “leaking.” They agreed. I shared with them what I had researched and they checked out my purchases. I had bought a special garbage can for them to use solely for this purpose. They were impressed, even grateful. I shared with them that almost everyone their age was using these products and Mom said, “So it’s not just our dirty little secret.” We laughed.
That was three years ago. Today, they have adjusted to living with padded underwear, although Dad still misses his old boxer shorts. They allow me or their other caregiver to give them a bath now. With “time, love and tenderness” – the lyrics to one of my favorite songs - even the most degrading topics can be discussed and resolved in caregiving.
What’s your experience of tackling incontinence? Do you have any tips or questions? Please share with us.

