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Personal Narrative: Working With The Elderly
I have worked in many facilities and have dealt with many different kinds of people and what they want. There are some people that do not like to be touched and would rather do something else than massage therapy as a relaxation method. What I have found most popular is the animals. The elderly feel so loved with the pets and make them feel like someone loves them. Some of the elderly I have worked with actually will talk to the animals because they feel like that is someone to listen to. Our job is to make them feel comfortable and for them to know we will do our best to make them happy!! Very good read!
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