I could have written a one‑line warning: “Don’t let your loved one stay here.” But my mum deserved more than that. She never had a voice because of her illness, so this is me giving her one last voice. My mum lived here for three years, and during that entire time we dealt with repeated failures in her care not one offs, but ongoing issues that affected her dignity, safety, and wellbeing. Our concerns were constantly minimised, or dismissed, even when we raised them in meetings. I was told on three occasions to consider moving her elsewhere. It was easier for them to have her moved than to provide the level of care she required. My mum did not want to move because she feared worse things happening somewhere else. Her belongings went missing, including a sentimental cushion from her grandchildren. It was only returned after police became involved, with no explanation or apology. We often found her room in an unhygienic state, and we witnessed serious infection control issues, shared equipment not cleaned between residents, and staff not changing gloves before touching her or her belongings. My mum couldn’t feed herself or drink on her own, yet we regularly found her coffee cold and untouched because carers did not return to give it to her. The food shown on the website looked nothing like what she was served or what other residents received. I will be sharing photos of the meals my mum was actually served, along with the images that were previously shown on their website. I raised concerns about the difference between what was advertised and what was provided, and the website images were updated afterwards. Posting this under fair dealing for criticism and review so families can make informed decisions. There were times I had to show staff how to change my mum properly, position her safely, and use equipment correctly, basic skills trained carers should already have. A few staff were kind and respectful, and we are grateful for them, but the problems happened when she was left with others, especially the night carers. We fed her ourselves every day because we couldn’t rely on the facility to do it. Instead of spending quality time with our beloved mother, we were forced into the role of carers and constant advocates. She was fully aware of the neglect, and when we raised her concerns, we were told she was “losing her mind.” This was untrue and deeply disrespectful. The emotional toll was enormous. I dreaded visiting and often left in tears. What was taken from us was the ability to simply be her children in her final years. That can never be replaced.