I’m not getting off this bus.

“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.”

They all think I’m crazy.

“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.”

Hey! I’m a social worker at a nursing home. I started out in dementia care but I’m working in a mixed population now. Do you happen to work at the Clare Bridge in Highlands Ranch? I’m in Colorado Springs.

Hey! Thanks for the comment- and no, I actually work in North Carolina! Are you with Brookdale Senior Living?

Everyone can see I’ve been crying.

“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.”

Flowers, a cake, invitations.

“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.”

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