I ever had (many years ago) was working in a lock-down section of a nursing home.
At first I was afraid it'd make me question my basic faith in God & humanity, but in the two years I found myself doing it--quite the opposite happened. I learned a ton from those people. It's amazing how good-souled we get if we're lucky enough to live into that sorta phase of life. Granted, I didn't have to deal with the loss of the "persona" who was a vital part of my life — & so I was privileged to simply deal with the people as they were. And frankly, they were amazingly sweet — & just good, innocent people. If any of them had deep shame, hurt, or regrets within them, I certainly didn't see any of it.
mutu.