Jun 15 , 2018
Live as if I was 80---MF17 Elder Experience
What does it feel like to be old? Maybe for those vigorous young people it's hard to imagine. In order to enhance empathy for the elder people through a live experience, MF17 students visited Lohas Elder Experience Center and wore the simulation suit to experience the daily life of an 80-year-old person. Let's take a look at how they felt:
Where do I begin explaining what a refreshing and an eye-opening experience it was to 'live as if I was 80' for an hour? It was not something I could ever imagine feeling like, that is for certain. I will start from the very first moment I entered the office where I transformed into an elderly man for an hour.
It was early in the morning and I was the first person to enter the room among my classmates. Going there, I had very few expectations as to what I would be doing or how it would be realistic. I was proven wrong the instant I was dressed in a way to live like an 80-year-old, but I will get to that in a second.
The whole activity took place in a medium-sized office compartmentalized into different sections representing separate daily activities any one would be undertaking multiple times a day. Being the first one to arrive and having time on my hands before any other classmates came, I had the chance to look around. There were three 'exercises' that caught my eye immediately: the dinner table, the medicine table, and the bedroom/bathroom.
Since I was there early, and there was still time to 'get in to character' I tried the activities without any of the difficulties an elderly person might have. That, I think, was a crucial aspect of my experience since I had a reference point to compare to after the activity.
I began with the dinner table. The table was set for four people. Each plate had on it four different types of food: rice, other circular flakes, beans, and lentils.. The center of the table had four bowls that were filled with one of the items on the plate. Immediately you realize the goal is to take the food from the plate using the chop sticks and put them in their respective bowls. Without being dressed as an 80-year-old, I did it with ease. There was nothing difficult. Simply take the food with the chopsticks and place them into the bowl. Simple.
Then I moved to the medicine table. Here you had to sort the pills you would need to take according to a daily pill regiment. The pills were colored differently, and this too was easy for a 24-year-old.
After that, I moved to the bedroom/bathroom. Here you had a bed, a hospital bed, where the 80-year-old would sleep and the bathroom they would use. There were bars all over the area and you could understand that they were there to help the elderly stand up, walk etc. It seemed redundant for me since I needed no such support.
Then, my friends arrived, and everything changed rapidly. They dressed us up in clothing that would give us the difficulties an old person would have. We were strapped with weights on our ankles, wrists, arms and on our torso. We were given gloves that made gripping objects difficult. We were given yellow glasses that made seeing extremely hard, and we were given ear plugs. Immediately after dressing up, I could no longer hear, I could not see properly, and moving around was much more difficult.
So, we began the same three exercises I did before my friends came. What I did with extreme ease and comfort, I could no longer do. Separating the food wasn't the problem, although not being able to see made it harder. What was difficult was grabbing the food with the chopsticks now that I had gloves on and couldn't close my hands properly.
The medicine table was a disaster for me. I spent at least 15 minutes filling in the boxes for ONLY two days: Thursday and Friday. There were maybe 20 pills in total I had to put in the boxes. After spending that much time and effort, the exercise left my back hurting because of the extra weight. Finally I took off the glasses to see how I did. I got most of them wrong. I couldn't see colors, so I placed the wrong pills in the wrong section.
Last was the bedroom/bathroom. After an hour of activities and walking around with weights on my body, the assistance that seemed redundant at first was now necessary and helpful. The bars would be crucial for me to navigate the bathroom, especially if the floor was wet.
All in all, I had a very informative experience. I learned of the hardships old people must live with every single day of their lives, and I learned that I wouldn't make a great old person. I wouldn't be able to eat because I could no longer use chopsticks. I would probably either have major complications or even die fast, because I would take the wrong medicine at the wrong time, or not even take the pill in the first place.
It was only an hour but was a lesson that will last a life time.
——MF17 Student, Mehmet Eyup Erdogan