Dawn McElhiney
Apr 2026
I wish I could leave zero stars. My stepdad was transferred here to the brain unit from the VA Hospital in downtown Baltimore. To say I wouldn’t wish this hospital on my worst enemy is an understatement. He left the VA walking (with a walker), talking, taking care of his ADL’s to a mental state where he couldn’t do any of those things. It seems that their philosophy is to over medicate them and not treat the patient as a whole person. Complaining gets you nowhere, as they think we not smart enough to do our own research despite a patient having every single adverse reaction to a drug. Once you start to complain about the lack of care, the avoidance game begins. If the patient is in a pretty much vegetative state (glassy eyes, zoned out) then the patient can’t communicate their needs nor try to get up and then the staff seems to forget about the patient. They refused to acknowledge that my stepdad (Vietnam war with a purple heart and bronze star) has PTSD and would continually ask his wife “how do you know he has PTSD?”. He is in such a state that he couldn’t even participate in psychiatric therapy if it were an option. Not to mention that the CRNP in charge of his care was clueless about dementia - all meds she was throwing at him are for other mental disorders such as bipolar and schizophrenia and most certainly not recommended for the elderly let alone someone with Alzheimer/Dementia. As his family we are fully aware that an Alzheimer's/Dementia diagnosis complicates things, but his symptoms were not so bad that he couldn’t communicate with the staff prior to being admitted here. They do not check diapers frequently enough and within a week of being admitted my loved one had a pressure sore and it took months to heal. I know that they take time to heal – but the problem is that he got one within ONE week. In the three months in the VA hospital, he didn’t get a pressure wound. Since being admitted he has been picking at his arms and legs, and they are now covered in open wounds. Like most places they are short-staffed with aids and have a high turnover. The good ones always leave. Many of the aids we encountered wouldn’t even speak to our loved one, and if they did, they were harsh and demanding. His roommate would totally miss the toilet, and they would leave the mess on the floor unless we brought it to their attention. His most recent roommate would help himself to my stepdad’s clothes and let’s not forget about the clothes that just disappeared like a Ravens sweatshirt. It takes sometimes hours for the food to be delivered to the patients. And for a brain health unit there was absolutely little to no brain enrichment unless you were receiving OT/PT services. My stepdad left there with aspiration pneumonia, a UTI and kidney damage (no kidney issues at all prior to being admitted). We have informed the hospital he is in that he will NOT go back there. Avoid Levindale Geriatric Hospital if you love your family member and do not wish to see their mental state deteriorate at an alarming speed and wind up with irreparable damage.






