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It’s amazing how often I hear people say this regarding a person with dementia. “I don’t want to lie to her.” This is a good policy normally, but it just doesn’t apply here. The phrase I use a lot is “embrace her/his reality.” That’s because the reality that he or she is living in isn’tContinue reading “I don’t want to lie to her.”
“I won’t, I know it’s a trick, I want to go home and I won’t get off this bus until it takes me there,” she said. This was, by far, the most challenging encounter I’ve had with a person with dementia. She had just come back from a doctor’s appointment, and the bus was parkedContinue reading “I’m not getting off this bus.”
“We’ve got to get out of here!” she screamed. “They are dangerous people and they’re after us! They think I’m crazy but I know the truth!” It was dinnertime, and she was upset, to say the least. If our residents get agitated, (which honestly, isn’t often) it’s usually in the late afternoon. You may haveContinue reading “They all think I’m crazy.”
It’s almost unbelievable, when you haven’t seen it, to realize the power of music even on people with advanced dementia. There’s this one resident at Clare Bridge who has been a dancer her whole life. Most of the time, she’s very quiet, very reserved. She is a little hunched over when she walks, and doesn’tContinue reading “Music”
Oh, awesome! Brookdale Senior Living has a lot of Clare Bridge locations across the country, and they actually just bought Emeritus Senior Living, so there will be even more. I got it at UNC Greensboro last May, and I’ve always loved memory care.
Hey! Thanks for the comment- and no, I actually work in North Carolina! Are you with Brookdale Senior Living?
“I don’t want to sit in there. She’s turned on me, and everyone can see I’ve been crying.” She was sure that her daughter wasn’t coming to visit, and that her daughter hated her for an unknown reason. She was also sure that not eating dinner was a good way to take revenge. All ofContinue reading “Everyone can see I’ve been crying.”
“I need a cab!” he said, motioning to the phone. “Oh, where do you need to go?” I asked. “I’m getting married soon,” he smiled. “I need flowers…a cake…invitations…all those things!” I knew that this eighty-something-year-old man probably wasn’t getting married soon, but that didn’t matter. This was his world, and in his world, heContinue reading “Flowers, a cake, invitations.”