A Mother’s Day Tribute to Caregivers
Saturday, May 7th, 2011“I was ready for to deal with mom’s physical aging…I was never ready for this.” –words spoken by a Caregiver Daughter in my Dementia and Delirium talk today…
Deep emotion charged her words as she shared her struggles to reason with Mom and make Mom happy. Themes resonated through the room as others told of being accused of stealing misplaced items and of stories being created to cover for missing memories.
So I used an analogy I developed to explain Alzheimer’s type dementia: a cassette tape erasing as it unwinds…
We enter this world then breathe and eat and drink to survive. We learn to toddle then toilet train. Mom lets us dress ourselves (at times to her embarrassment), and we learn to bathe ourselves and do simple chores. Mom and Dad send us off to school and we learn to read and write and think, reason, and learn. Eventually, if Mom and Dad are lucky, we leave the nest. We make appointments and house payments. We buy groceries and balance our checkbooks and drive.
In Alzheimer’s Dementia (one type of dementia), the tape is erased. Money and time and cars and homes become unmanageable. The ability to bathe and dress is lost, not to laziness, but to inability to figure out very complex tasks we take for granted. Standing and walking, one foot in front of another in proper sequence and lift and balance, is compromised as the brain loses communication with the body. Toilet training is lost to incontinence. Swallowing is impaired leading to pneumonia. Appetite and weight are lost to the end stage of the illness.
But also lost is the ability to reason. To figure out new things. To cope with the fear of losing one’s purse or keys or home or mind. To communicate needs and thoughts and feelings.
And so the Caregivers are left to cope with these.
I told the daughter today that mom isn’t trying to drive her crazy on purpose. Breathe deep and step back and sometimes just nod and smile and say, “Okay, I’ll look into that” when the neighbor’s accused of stealing a pocketbook not seen for years. Because the person with the dementia believes it to be true.
And no manner of arguing, cajoling, bribing, yelling, huffing, or puffing will change that.
So this note is to you Caregivers…When you’re called to honor your mother who has dementia, remember you are not alone. And she’s doing the best she can, and that’s all you can do too…
My heart sighs for each one of you, and I will post more info on Dementia soon–please feel free to contact me if you have specific questions!