Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Twilight before Sunset

Are we prepared for twilight before sunset?

Vaishnavi Jayakumar
27 Jul 2010 12:37:00 AM IST

Terry Pratchett described his experience with Alzheimer’s as travelling through a country that was part of a huge computer game called Oblivion.... “At the same time as I began exploring the wonderful Kingdom of Dementia, which is next door to the Kingdom of Mania, I was also experiencing the slightly more realistic experience of being a 59-year-old who finds they have early onset Alzheimer’s.... And so now I’m a game for real. It’s a nasty disease, surrounded by shadows and small, largely unseen tragedies.”


More Indians are facing up to the unwelcome realisation that this bizarre, pathetic stranger who has consumed your loved ones, can no longer be wished away citing excuses of ordinary old age eccentricities, mild senility or forgetfulness. Nothing has brought this more into public view than the case of George Fernandes. A recent report in this newspaper said the former Union minister ‘who is suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, was brought to the courtroom in a wheelchair and appeared lost. He was not coherent, it was stated’. This was at his appearance at the Delhi High Court where his wife and brothers have been battling for the custody of the 80-year-old former trade union leader.



The hard, cold truth is that one in three over 65 die with some form of dementia. So someone in your circle of friends is probably already a caregiver — according to the 2001 census, seven per cent of the population were over 60, a figure expected to rise to nine per cent by 2016. The figures indicate that the custody battle over Fernandes is likely to affect more of us in coming years. A term we will be hearing a lot more of will therefore be legal capacity.


Over the past year, a group of disability and mental health stakeholders comprising consumers, caregivers, professionals and activists have been heatedly debating the ethical aspects of what this term means, especially in the context of the perennial caregiver lament: After me, who?

It’s not surprising that much of this debate has originated with the same group that pioneered guardianship law and security in India. The National Trust of India for the welfare of persons with autism, cerebral palsy, mental retardation and multiple disabilities was set up by the government in 1999 as an answer to that distressing question.

While parents of persons with serious mental illness and other chronic disease-caused disabilities sought redress of similar guardianship and social security worries, a viable solution was precipitated by India’s ratification of the United Nations Convention on the rights of People with Disabilities in 2007 and the subsequent flurry of law reforms it necessitated. (Currently amendments are underway for the National Trust Act and the Mental Health Act, while the People With Disabilities Act did away with patchwork amendments in favour of a new law reflecting the human rights paradigm.)

The movement has evolved quickly from issues relating to guardianship and substituted decision-making by power of attorney; to a more consumer-centric default assumption of mental competence that sees no legal contradiction in providing a person decision-making support while maintaining their full legal capacity. Simply put, it means that having a mentally debilitating condition will not rob you of your capacity to take your own legal decisions (related to property, treatment options, institutionalisation, etc). The law will ensure that you have support in making your decisions but the decision is still yours.

But the question arises, is the rest of India as well-prepared? Or is the gap between ideology and implementation going to increase further? Is the government prepared for this reform, with its leapfrogging over guardianship directly to consumer competence and mental health parity? Can informed consent ever be truly democratic, or is such choice an illusion? Is a concerned and capable third party any less effective in guardianship compared to a family member?

Is the average Indian citizen aware that a damaged and disabling state of mind post-retirement is inevitable? Along with those golden retirement plans, have you planned for the twilight before sunset? Have you got your affairs in order? Have you prepared advanced health directives for emergencies when you are at your most vulnerable? Made your exit option preferences clear? Made a living will?

Soon these options will be made available in the law and the only choice will be either to stand passively on the sidelines as a bystander (while your dignity and legacy are discussed to death quite literally!), or living life on your own terms till the very end.

“There are only four kinds of people in the world — those who have been caregivers, those who are currently caregivers, those who will be caregivers, and those who will need caregivers.”

(The writer is the co-founder of The Banyan. E-mail: jayakumar.vaishnavi@gmail.com)


Friday, January 1, 2010

INDIA PARTITIONED


WHAT AILS JANUS?

It's that fa-la-la-la time of year TO EVERYTHING (TURN, TURN, TURN) THERE IS A SEASON (TURN, TURN, TURN) ....January is a comin' in - A TIME TO BE BORN, A TIME TO DIE and everyone's singing cuckoo. A TIME TO PLANT, A TIME TO REAP Tweets, born by the tweeple of the noughties, A TIME TO KILL, A TIME TO HEAL whizz past bearing pathologically hopeful tidings of determined seasonal cheer. A TIME TO LAUGH, A TIME TO WEEP In short, it's bipolar god season - a tribute to the travails and testing times of Janus of 'two-heads facing opposite directions' fame.

Janus, (the Roman God for whom January is named) is the god of gateways, marking new eons in the passage of time - of beginnings and endings -one head cynically seeing the past, the other, with unbounded hope, the future... his polarised state of mind, the unconscious inspiration for Dickens' "Best of Times, Worst of times" beginning and The Beatles "You say Goodbye, I say Hello".

Perpetually suspended in motion, being torn in opposite directions with conflicting values and warring emotions must have been like vertigo to poor Janus, as Doctor Doolittle's Pushmi-Pullyu could vouch for. All Doolittle disciples will remember fondly the motion-challenged almost extinct, llama like creature (with a head of an antelope and another of a unicorn) Pushmi-Pullyu. Every time the Pushmi-Pullyu wanted to move, both its heads attempted to go in opposite directions!

"This, Doctor," said Chee-Chee, "is the pushmi-pullyu--the rarest animal of the African jungles, the only two-headed beast in the world!

Lord save us!" cried the duck. "How does it make up its mind?""It doesn't look to me as though it had any," said Jip, the dog.

"I notice," said the duck, "that you only talk with one of your mouths. Can't the other head talk as well?"

"Oh, yes," said the pushmi-pullyu. "But I keep the other mouth for eating--mostly. In that way I can talk while I am eating without being rude. Our people have always been very polite."

A natural disaster here, an epidemic there... a mysterious celebrity death, a paparazzi-fuelled scandal. A war a year, mating dance-like peace overtures, eyeball-to-eyeball confrontations, terror attacks and counter strikes...Economic boomtime and stock market crashes - the inevitability of the relentless march of time was probably made tolerable for Janus with another invention of the Noughties - the convenient (if fictional) amnesic Goldfield's syndrome, of 50 first dates.


Otherwise the tiresome cycle of history with genocides passed off by outrageous rhetoric and symbolic apologies...must be one big yawn of been there - done that to this custodian of history. (Except perhaps for the odd Y2k false start and entertaining ending to a decade - 2012 or whatever the doomsday prediction theory of the day!)

A CONJOINED MIND


Janus' struggle is reminiscent of Bollywood favourite leitmotif - identical twins separated at birth, but with a Midnight's children meets MarionShiva twist in this tale - the twins are conjoined at the brain.
Mencius said in Hallmark fashion: "Friendship is one mind in two bodies." But what of two minds, one body...the never-ending debate of India vs. Bharat?

For India's elite, the decade reads like a Geography Mastermind quiz to which only the likes of Kim Peek has all the answers Kandahar, Pokhran, Bhuj, Godhra, Guatanamo Bay, Banda Aceh, Nandigram, Puthukudiyiruppu... We don't live in that India so alien to us in our converging, urbanscaped world of malls, social networking, insulated, amniotic worlds and reality shows....till a 26/11 happens. And justice is fast-tracked so that the mob's blood lust can be quenched, never mind the cold ashes of Erwadi's victims.

I had tried to explain what was churning my mind to my wife who in her enthusiasm mentioned the crass inequity of the situation to her sister, an affluent urban socialite. The reaction of the latter was simply stunning. "But, you know sister; these farmers do not mind living like that. They are so used to it, you know!" That clinched the thing for me. Not only was there the horrendous cleavage between the two notional entities, but there was further, a wall of apathy, indifference, unconcern and insensitivity. The predators had hardened their hearts to the miseries of their preys. It was this lack of sensitivity that convinced me that for all practical purposes the two notional entities were two separate nations, in spite of the fact that they shared a common flag and national anthem.

The decade that started with the upbeat Pepsi mantra "Yeh Dil Mange More!" ends with the sobering recession realisation that Trump had got it wrong, Greed wasn't good. Unfortunately with the convenient ante-retrograde amnesia the decade thought of, such realities will be fleeting, a la 50 First Dates.

So Stiglitz-Sen's brave stab at translating Bhutan's 'Gross National Happiness' into tangible economic terms will be the decade's fairytale ending that never was. And Manmohan Singh's inclusive growth remains a pipe dream for one India, and an amniotic bubble for the other. The NIMBY ghettoisation mentality reigns with the chat show questions like "why these 'uneducated' people drink away their money?" being hotly debated, punctuated by tsks, clucks, sms polls and tweets. The unfamiliar territory of the Other India's bleak landscape of farmer suicides, India Inc's wake of pollution, drought, famine, floods and female foeticide is Bubble India's environment of Prozacked psychotherapy, CSR greenwash, power cut cribbing, Mumbai Monsoon Moaning and underhand ultrasound sex tests.

THINGS FALL APART, THE CENTRE CANNOT HOLD

A friend recently told me, that it was high time I changed my Hello Tune from Lennon's schmaltzy 'Imagine'. Judith Minty's marriage poem "Conjoined" comes to mind:

TOGETHER AS WE MOVE,
DO YOU FEEL THE SKIN THAT BINDS US
HEAVY IN THIS HOUSE?
TO SEVER THE MUSCLE COULD FREE ONE,
BUT MIGHT KILL THE OTHER.
AH, BUT MEN DON'T SLICE
ONIONS IN THE KITCHEN,
SELDOM SEE WHAT IS INVISIBLE.
WE CANNOT ESCAPE EACH OTHER.

This is conjoined India's catch-22 quandary.Imagining India is tricky....I think, I'll stick to just Imagine