When you're not here
what worries you most
it's just that it falls

From then on, the time between one fall and the next became shorter and shorter, unlike my nerves, which were increasing. At home, in the bathroom, against the furniture: I saw that falls were repeated in certain places. And worst of all, in everyday situations that there is no way to avoid to keep her safe. Anyone who has been through this understands it well. I learned to sleep with one ear open. Every crash made my heart stop. I would come running and there she was: on the floor, sometimes with blood. Pick her up, stop the bleeding, go to the hospital. And start all over again the next day. I stopped going out. I gave up everything to take care of her and be close as much as possible, but it's inevitable: in everyday life there are responsibilities and activities that force me to leave her alone, so I limited those moments as much as possible. My perception was that, when I wasn't there, she would get more nervous and fall more often in those brief periods of time than when I was with her. But that, extended over time, if you don't know how to control your mind—being a new, unexpected situation, without preparation or knowledge—it ends up overwhelming you. I couldn't live. She couldn't live. As a result, and coinciding with a day when I absolutely had to go out, with my concern growing more and more, I thought of leaving her my bike helmet. "Here, Mom, put it on." She didn't find it funny. I insisted: "Please, I can't leave feeling calm like this... if you fall, at least you won't crack your skull." And, indeed, that very afternoon she debuted it: she fell against some wooden chairs. Without the helmet, it would have been serious. With the helmet, just a scare. Thanks to that fall and the effectiveness of the helmet, that night I slept relaxed and calmer again. And, after a while, seeing that it had protected her from a good blow, she accepted it as her own and began to use it in her tasks around the house. We kept it that way for a while, until I managed to create SafeSeniors. A bike helmet was not designed for her: it was uncomfortable, it attracted attention on the street. But it worked at home and was the key to peace of mind. I diligently searched in orthopedic stores, sports stores, department stores, and marketplaces for something that would be truly useful, and I was amazed to discover that what they offered was a mess: bad design, cumbersome, ugly, and flimsy, which didn't even halfway fulfill their function. Others were at a very high, almost prohibitive price. So I thought about it, studied it, evaluated it, and saw that I had to create something better: a protector with guarantees, inspired by elite athletes' protectors, reducing the bulk without losing quality or safety in protection, and redesigned to be light, discreet, and comfortable. Something that she would accept wearing, that I could test and verify its usefulness, and that would serve to help other families: to offer an effective protector that would bring peace back to families like mine.

I don't sell helmets or protective gear... I sell peace of mind. That's what I needed night after night: to be able to sleep again knowing that, if the inevitable happens, the damage will be less. — Gabino, founder of SafeSeniors