Introducing my Mother to the Home PC some eight years ago now was nothing short of painful ...
Don't - I spent a
very painful 40 minutes on the telephone yesterday explaining to my sister how to find, then visit a website!
I realised that it wasn't going to be simple when her first words were "I don't have Google on my computer!"
I explained that we don't have all the websites we want to visit pre-installed on our computers.
Then I had to explain what a website is, then what a browser is.
Eventually we ended up with her typing the address of the website in as dictated by me, having done the searching on my computer. No joy.
I confirmed that she had eventually typed the address in the right box, had spelled it correctly, and this time hadn't just appended it to the end of the previous address. No joy.
I asked if she had pressed the Enter key. "No, what is an Enter key?" The big one on the right of the keyboard, below the Backspace key (which she had by then located). No joy.
Had she pressed it? No.
"Please press the Enter key." No joy.
Had she pressed it? No.
"PLEASE PRESS THE ENTER KEY." No joy.
"Did you press the Enter key down?"
"I don't know!"
"Hang on a minute..."
I left the room, buried my face in a cushion and screamed into it!
"Is your finger on top of the Enter key?"
"Yes."
"Press it down."
I waited. And waited. And waited.
I blinked first, so I lost of the game of I.T. chicken!
"So, what is it doing?"
"It went down!"
"What?"
"The Enter key went down when I pressed it"
"No, what is the computer doing?"
"Nothing."
"What can you see on the screen?"
"Pictures and writing."
...
After 30 minutes we had finally both ended up on the same page of the same website, so I tried to help her navigate to the page she wanted. I got her to describe exactly what she could see to confirm that it was what I could see. I told her to click on the one link in a particular paragraph. Next thing, she had clicked on a completely different link and ended up somewhere else.
I pulled out what was left of my hair. We got there in the end...
I wouldn't mind so much if she hadn't gone to computer literacy evening classes for a year and been awarded a certificate showing that she knew how to use the internet!
My sister isn't stupid, but she takes one look at a computer screen and freezes with fear. I just don't get it!