When my father first started dealing with bladder leaks, neither of us said the word out loud. We worked around it — extra laundry, careful planning, shorter trips. It took us far too long to learn that the right underwear changes almost everything about how a day feels.
The turning point was small: underwear that looked and felt like the pairs he had worn his whole life. No crinkle, no bulk, nothing to explain in the changing room at the pool. He stopped planning his day around bathrooms, and I stopped worrying every time we left the house.
If you are caring for a parent, start with the thing they touch every morning. Dignity lives in the details.