This story and the question it generates are overtly about sex, but are really about how much we should control each other.
Many years ago, late one night, a police friend of mine visited his 80-something, extremely-senile mother in the senile senior citizens ward of a well-known Philadelphia nursing home. He went to her ward, and saw that she was not in her room. Then he notice that NONE of the very senile senior citizens in her ward were in their rooms. Deeply puzzled, he addressed an inquiry to an attendant. “Oh,” said the smirking attendant, “They’re all in the Multipurpose Room…but I-I-I-I wouldn’t go i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n there, if I-I-I wer-r-r-r-re you-u-u-u-u-u. You might not like what you see-e-e-e-e!”
Walking around the corner to the Multipurpose Room, my police friend opened the door – and there, on mats on the floor, was his 80-something, extremely-senile mother, stark naked, engaging in you-can-guess-what with a writhing mass of about 20 other 70-, 80- and even 90-something extremely-senile old folks of both genders, all of them stark naked. Yeeeeeeeech!
Shocked, my police friend gently waded into the group, gently disengaged his mother, who was sobbing uncontrollably and saying to her son, “Let me go! Let me go!” and escorted her out and back to her room, where she screamed and sobbed.
Then he went to the attendants and flashed his badge and blasted them, threatening them with arrest for permitting Rape and Involuntary Deviate Sexual Intercourse (based on the notion that senile people can’t consent) if they did not immediately disentangle the folks on the floor.
The staff gently broke up the session, and sent the protesting, screaming, crying senior citizens back to their rooms.
After you get done laughing and telephoning your parents’ nursing homes, please post whether the non-senile world should exercise that level of control over such activities by the senile folks.