Redesigning: the death of the care home?

In nature, the new is frequently born through cataclysm: the flood, the forest fire, the ravages wreaked by a storm. Perhaps we can use the current conjuncture in a similar way. We could free our imaginations for just a moment by imagining the death of an institution that exemplifies the impossible boundaries we have placed between every day human care and the service that goes by the same name; an institution that in this pandemic has been the site of so much grief and death: the care home.

The story of a friend of mine may be familiar to you. Shortly before the pandemic made such things impossible, she visited her mother who is frail, elderly and lives in a home where she must be bathed, dressed and fed by others. My friend no longer recognises the wisp of a figure her mother has become. Her mother in turn has long forgotten who her daughter is. This situation is a source of anguish for my friend – let’s call her Mary – who, despite the fact she will not be recognised, makes the long trip from London to the North East on a regular basis, full of love for her mother.

On one particular visit Mary found her mother distressed and in considerable pain: it seemed her tooth had broken. Unable to get a proper look, she suggested to the doctor on duty that perhaps an anaesthetic could be arranged in order to examine the problem without causing her mother distress and address the pain. Oh no, the doctor demurred; the anaesthetic would need to be general and it might kill her.

The care home is a place fraught with complex emotions and contradictions. Few of us can bear to think about the frailty that is inherent in being human. And hardly anyone wants to live within an institution. Our apprehension that we may be moved from our home to ‘a home’ is not only a fear of death – the only exit. It is a fear of loss, of the disruption of life’s natural rhythms. Being dressed in someone else’s cardigan, eating things you dislike, next to people who do not interest you, losing your memory and your mind.

Of course, care homes for older people are only one part of our industrial care system. It surprises many to learn how few of us will in fact reside in such places and surprises even more of us to learn of the substantial care need among younger adults and among the 15 million of us who suffer from chronic health conditions that require active care, as opposed to the medicine on offer. In fact, of those receiving care paid for by their local authority, around a third are younger adults who account for around half of annual funding.

But the care home perfectly symbolises the care system we know today. It is a node in a form of warehousing that is euphemistically called ‘care’ and is on offer for everyone, not just older people. Childcare – another point in this failing system – is also organised according to the same industrial logic. This logic seeks to lower the unit costs in order to increase the scale of production. The answer is low wages for carers and as many young children as possible allocated to each carer. Against the advice of childcare experts, up to eight pre-school children can be left with one adult carer. Policymakers assure us that the carers are increasingly well trained. But no adult, however well qualified, can take eight very small children on a walk or make something with so many tiny hands at once. The activities core to our human development are curtailed.

For older people, and for adults who are cared for within their own homes, the ‘care’ on offer is not much different: you simply find yourself at a different point on the industrial conveyor belt. This is the system that will offer a young person ‘a befriending service’ rather than seek ways to make every day connections to existing friends. It is the system that confuses the practical support adults need to live their lives, with paternal ideas of care provision. And it is the system that leaves notes by the door, reminding the visiting carer – who will rarely be the same person and will have a 15-minute visiting slot – that the white flannel is for the face and the blue flannel is for the bottom.

Care today is not defined by the warmth of human connection or the practicalities of support needed, but by an uneasy relationship between the market place and transactional state regulations. The care home is a place where fortunes are made. It is well documented that too many children’s homes and older people’s homes in the UK are centres of profit: physical assets are wrapped into complex financing structures where taxes can be avoided, and immense wealth is made from ‘flipping’ the assets when the time is right.

Unsurprisingly, given the mismatch between human need and the state/market structures, few can bear to work long in these conditions. In her moving and magisterial study of the crisis of care Labours of Love, Madeleine Bunting writes of her visits to a care home that is well run, ‘…but the quiet routine seemed to amplify the sense of surplus, of unneeded human beings and of unwanted time.’ In the end, Bunting can’t bear to go back, ‘I had retreated, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of human need bursting out of that neat building.’

I have written before of the choice faced by many thousands of health workers, social workers and care workers, between burn out and numb out. Working shadow shifts in different institutions (such as care homes for older people and residential care for at risk young people), I notice the gap between the ‘personal care plans’ routinely referred to by my colleagues and the reality of the person sitting waiting – to be moved, fed, medicated. Bunting describes the ‘distant, bland competence used by the staff, with varying degrees of cheerfulness’. She describes a lack of humanity as a way of coping.

The alternative is to leave. Care is a sector with high turnover rates and an estimated 100,000 plus vacancies. Kelly is one of thousands of carers who cannot bare to stay. ‘My shift was 7am to 3pm, but I would work sometimes until 8pm because I was always behind. Later I discovered that my insurance stopped at 3pm, and after that it was at my own risk.’ Kelly recounts the worry – that she had not done a good job, the pain at leaving people who plead with her to stay just 5 more minutes. She lost weight, took the worries home, stopped sleeping. After 18 months she has to resign. She explains to her manager that this is not care. He explains to her that this is what social services can afford.

In his 2019 film Sorry We Missed You, the filmmaker Ken Loach shows the impact of this form of industrial care work on the care worker’s home and family life: the costly social spill overs that undermine us. Abbie loves her care work and we see her kind and mindful care for those in her charge. We live her long shifts (impossible to fulfil on public transport once she loses her car) and we see how the combined low pay and long hours of her and her husband’s work (Ricky is a delivery van driver) make it impossible to juggle caring for their own children. Supervising homework, noticing when her teenage son runs into trouble, doing the laundry, saving enough money for the electric meter and the myriad more things that are required to maintain family life are out of reach for the care worker. We watch as, in debt and exhausted, Abbie’s once loving home life comes apart in the face of impossible odds.

The low wages that Abbie must endure may contribute to the profits of the private care provider but they create costs elsewhere: the untold personal cost of an unravelling marriage; the significant financial costs to the state through the need for police intervention; the court appearances of her son; the need for school intervention, a truancy service and mental health support.

Too often when we talk about redesigning care, the conversation is about redesigning pathways into and out of these systems. We also talk about how these systems might be better funded. But the reality is that we need to talk about the stuff of care itself and we need to start to unpick and reweave our systems in new ways. This is hard. It requires new stories, new ways of seeing and working, and new forms of data and accounting.

The work and methods of the French philosopher and historian Michel Foucault provide us with one such shift in perspective. In the middle of the last century Foucault embarked on a unique study of institutions. In invoking the death of the care home, I am echoing and inverting one of the most famous of these studies: The Birth of the Clinic.

The Birth of the Clinic is a study of the transformation of a system: a moment in history when disease – which up until the end of the 18th century had been located in the family and the family home (with family members responsible for care) – moves into the medical space of the clinic. Once established, the clinic becomes associated with certain rules and practices. Power becomes vested in the new medical profession whose systems of observation and classification create an almost abstract science that is no longer about the individual human or the wider social context. The contemporary development of statistics played a particular and important role in this new culture and practice.

It’s hard not to see the parallels between the clinic and the care home: a focus on the body, rather than the whole social being; a binary shift from family to institution; a sanctity of the professionals – the ones who know – and the reliance on data and indicators, which officially tell us what is happening – whether the home is clean and the residents are ‘cared’ for, but in fact occlude most of what we want to know: how people are feeling, the quality of human interactions, the balance of power between those in need of support and those paid to offer support.

Foucault likened his historical analysis to archaeology. In seeking to uncover how institutions come into being he was trying to understand and make visible the way certain institutions come to order society in ways that are so deep rooted they are perceived as immutable and beyond question. The procedures and ways of operating of these institutions – the clinic, the prison and I would add the care home – are tightly regulated but seldom questioned. Indeed, Foucault’s studies show that such institutions are rarely reformed even when they have clearly failed. Instead the impulse is to reinvoke or redesign the original, such is the strength of the wider systems of data, regulation and professionalism that these institutions hold in place.

Again we can see the parallels here with the care system and the ways in which plans for deep reform are regularly stalled, ignored or watered down. We can also see the abstraction to which Foucault refers in the striking way in which care debates today are largely conducted without reference to the wider social context: the increasing poverty and widening social inequalities that impact on children’s care in particular. Children in Britain’s 10 poorest neighbourhoods are 10 times more likely to be taken into care compared with their affluent peers. And yet this correlation between poverty and care is not central to current plans for system reform, which continue to emphasise the regulation and practice of the system as if it operates in a social vacuum.

I’m using this comparison because I want to illuminate the way things within the care system that we currently see as disparate: research, data, working conditions, our understanding of risk, of cost, of regulation, even the language of care, are part of a connected way of thinking and operating that can no longer serve us. By invoking the death of the care home, I am not necessarily suggesting we do not need homes, rather I am asking a bigger question about how we might free ourselves from the concepts that no longer serve us in order to think again and to flourish. I’m also situating our need to redesign and reimagine within a particular historical context. We have inherited an industrial system of care. In this century – a new technological era in which we face new challenges and have new possibilities – we can create something new.

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