I realized I had been caring a long time in dementia when Dad’s hairbrush went missing recently. The FIRST place I searched was his cupboard to look inside his shoes:)….funny thing was …the brush was actually in the shoe!
This is dementia…..
Now this is a great idea for the Memory Support Units (MSU – locked wards in nursing homes) for people with dementia.
The idea is that the resident selects their fave colour for their door to their room. They have a better chance of remembering a colour than a number.
It saves staff having to find people’s rooms for them. It also brightens up the ward and gives it life.
It is a cheap and quick positive impact in dementia world.
*Thanks to Julie Clifford (Alzheimers Australia SA) for this information.
I want to share a conversation I recently had with my sister, Jane. We were discussing what were the toughest times during Dad’s journey with Alzheimer’s disease. We talked about the aggression,paranoia and violent behaviour, and tough times in hospital. We then realised that some of the most difficult days were not in the obvious times, but moreso in the early stages.
It was the “in between” stage where Dad was really fit and to the general public he looked like any other healthy 65 yo man. But it was when he would walk into a café to buy a pie or a coffee and walk out without paying for it that things became awkward. He would spend hours in the hardware store without buying anything and would attract the attention of security. Dad would also hallucinate and see a reflection in a shop window and talk to the reflection. This is really difficult for the family member or carer as they are forced to ‘cover’ for the unusual behaviour.
Dad loves interacting with small kids and on occasions in shopping centres he would bend down to say “hello” to a child. Kids love Dad’s kind nature but on a couple of occasions the mother would swoop in and stand between him and the child or pick the child up and run away . One lady abused Dad and treated him as though he was going to abduct the child and harm them. This is certainly not the case and I was right there when it happened. It was an embarrassing moment where I felt guilty, and Dad was completely confused. I totally understand the actions of the lady (as Dad looked normal) but I just wanted to highlight the ‘flipside’ of how that felt from people just being nice to others. Incidents like those above often force families to stay home and no longer be seen in public. This is the stigma about dementia that needs to change!!!
I believe we need to reach a point where we can discreetly tell a member of the public that this man or woman has dementia, and they have enough understanding to be able to positively deal with the situation. This comes from education via media and people sharing their stories and putting it “out there”. Nothing will change until we do something different.
I am sure many family members and carers have been in awkward and embarrassing situations with someone with dementia. As a community we need to become ‘dementia friendly’.
I spent the day filming a documentary style promotional video for our aged care facility. It involved interacting with residents ( who were awesome) and carers/nurses (superb), voiceovers and script construction.
I certainly won’t become an actor, but was a great experience. Let’s hope the final product turns out.
I won’t wait by the phone for my ‘hollywood’ call-up:-)
This is dementia..
I have to share this great story about a nurse called Charlotte.
When Dad was in the Royal Adelaide Hospital (RAH) we had a nurse look after Dad who showed a special warmth and compassion towards him. I remember asking her at the time if she was a ‘country girl’ as she was so open and caring. Charlotte is what I would describe as a real traditional nurse in every way.
As a family we warmed to her in the RAH, and one day on her shift she ‘broke Dad out’ of the locked ward and took him and myself to the hospital cafeteria. Dad then felt like dancing in the middle of the café and chose Charlotte as his partner. It was an awesome scene to watch a nurse (in uniform) and patient (in dressing gown) ‘rock and roll dancing’ in the middle of a café with no music, in front of everyone else without a care in the world. (I may have video of it somewhere)
As I could tell that Dad had really warmed to Charlotte I took plenty of pics of them together. I think we probably ‘bent’ a few hospital rules that day, but Charlotte was totally cool with it.
Anyway here comes the twist in this story…..
The best photo I took of Charlotte was the the one above. I loved the pic as it captured a ‘special moment’. The day Dad was transferred from the RAH to the Repat, I went in to ask Charlotte for permission to use her pic on my websites. Unfortunately she was not in the ward that day and I have never seen her since. I then had a decision to make – do I use her pic still? I took the gamble thinking Australia is a big place, and she will probably never ever see it.
Sure enough her boss at work comes across my website and recognizes her picture and tells her. So Charlotte checks herself out on this site and then joins the ‘Dementia Downunder” Facebook group. I had no idea who Charlotte was when she joined (a few months back) and today it “clicked”. I realised that Charlotte was the nurse from the RAH in my pic…..she found us!
I thought I better come clean and ask her permission about using her pic, even though it has been on the net for 6 months. Luckily she was more than happy to.
When Dad first went into the RAH we knew nothing about dementia and Ashlee was one of the first nurses to help settle Dad into Ward S8/Q8. What was unique about Ashlee was that she created a connection with Dad really quickly and gave us confidence in her care, and she taught us about handling dementia.
We used to bombard Ashlee with 100 questions every time we walked into the ward and we always received a friendly greeting and she would always fully brief us on Dad’s progress. As family members we are constantly hanging off every word the nurses tell us, as it was important for us to report any changes to Docs and Psychiatrists etc.
Ashlee exudes a quiet confidence and makes you feel like “everything will be ok on her shift”. This was very comforting for our family as we battled with some pretty bad behaviours and incidents. we were exhausted and could go home knowing that Dad was being well looked after.
12 months later when we had to return to the RAH in identical circumstances, the first person we saw in the ward was Ashlee, and she remembered Bob’s name, (and our entire family after all that time). Ashlee remembered Dad’s condition and methods to keep him calm and was able to handle him with ease.
So welcome to ‘Dementia Downunder’ Ashlee and on behalf of our family I want to say “Thank you for looking after us”….Take a bow! (centre in pic)
I failed my matric (year 12) at high school – where the hell were we these results when I needed them??? I could rarely ‘remember anything’ when I did exams etc….(how ironic is that?).
Is amazing when you are passionate and driven by something, the information sticks!:
I felt I should post my results now cos I have never received 100% for anything before and I don’t want to make a mistake and ruin my report card:)
I can really recommend the course I am doing to anyone wanting to understand dementia. It is only 12 weeks (snapshot of the diploma and bachelor of dementia)
I recently went to a forum on dementia at Glenelg Football Club. I was inspired by a speaker who was really passionate about making change in the dementia field, Dr Faizal Ibrahim. I went up to him after his speech and told him that I want to be the person leading the charge to make some change. He instantly connected me with the Hospital Research Fund for an interview for an upcoming article and donation drive. He also checked out my website blog and Facebook support group and after reading about my story kindly nominated me for a dignity in care award.