"Dealing with dementia symptoms in your own parent can stretch the limits of your sanity. Sometimes you may not even notice the first symptoms of dementia -- the slow decline of your aging parent’s memory. The symptoms of dementia may continue until your aging parent starts exhibiting signs of other mental disorders, such as paranoia or delusions, which frequently piggyback on the effects of senile dementia. These symptoms may keep reappearing, until you can’t ignore them and you’re forced to take action...
My own mom... was highly organized and extremely independent... But [her] new VCR [and microwave] were never turned on unless I happened to visit... It never dawned on me at the time that my mom had stopped wanting to learn new things...
Soon Mom became suspicious and paranoid about her neighbors. She thought they could see into her windows, so she would keep the shades drawn tight with safety pins. She talked me into erecting a large barrier to block the neighbor’s view. I did as she asked, even though I thought it was strange to be building a barrier. Mom had always been a little paranoid anyway. I figured it was her scar from having survived the Great Depression. I rationalized that if building a barrier helped her sleep better, and she could open the shades in those darkened rooms, it was worth the effort. I didn’t realize the obvious – that her dementia and her paranoia was growing...
The amazing part of all this is that my sister and I continued right on with our lives, denying Mom’s odd behavior – while helping her change bank accounts and get new locks for her apartment. We just figured it was normal for our aging parent to become strange when she turned 80 years old. We never suspected dementia was taking her away from us.
Symptoms of dementia are insidious, because they start so slowly. Often they are mixed with periods of what appears to be normal behavior. So just when we thought she was showing symtoms of dementia, she’d return with what appeared to be complete clarity... Looking back, I can clearly see the progression of the disorder. But at the time, senile dementia sneaked in and stole Mom from us without a clue. Because of our busy schedules, hectic lives, and maybe a little denial, we didn’t see it until it was too late...
So we took Mom to doctor after doctor trying to find a cure for her symptoms. Was it low iron, low zinc, or low potassium? They drew countless pints of blood trying to rule out what could be causing her behavior. But eventually, most of the doctors proved worthless in offering real help. Not one seemed to be able to tell us what was wrong. None of her five doctors could give us any advice that would help her. They all seemed to deny there was any problem. Fortunately, we met a geriatric counselor who advised us to take her to a local hospital for a geriatric evaluation. I wish we had done this evaluation five years earlier...
If your parent’s doctors won’t get involved, it may be up to you to notice that your parent is exhibiting symptoms of dementia and up to you to initiate action to treat their dementia... check the health page on this Web site for news on the latest scientific tests and studies relating to dementia and how to prevent it. Also there's an excellent Website that may help: http://www.dementia.com "
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Sunday, July 13, 2008
Perceiving Dementia
Perceiving Dementia: I am a psychologist, and one of my specialty areas is the assessment and diagnosis of mental disorders. In fact, I have taught this stuff to graduate students. And so I am humbled (but not surprised) to find that I have had such tremendous difficulty in accurately perceiving my own mother's mental problems. I find that it is strangely hard for me to accept that she truly does have some sort of dementia. Partly it is because my mother has been unreasonable (and suspicious) all her life, and so I have a high tolerance for this kind of thing, in her. But, when a person moves all the way into delusional thinking, it has gotten serious. And this is very common in the progression of dementia. Today I found a web resource, an excerpt from a book (by William Grote) about helping elderly parents, that seemed to eerily echo my experience with my own mother. Here are some bits taken from that online excerpt:
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4 comments:
Unfortunately, going beyond "the doctor's shrugged shoulders" applies in so many more areas where a lab test can't identify "the problem".
Absolutely true, Donna. It is disgraceful.
After ten years of fighting against systems and red tape I know all too well the shrug though in my case it was in the main from supposedly specialist dementia practitioners who insisted there was no problem even after many 'incidents'. THE man just would not tick the boxes they had prepared so eventually it took a fractured shoulder and and horrendous hospital treatment to culminate in me basically pinning a highly paid highly up his own backside specialist against a wall and demanding this frail human being be treated with some basic humanity and some of the expertise this specialist said he had. We Celts can be a little volatile:0) Mind bending doesn't come near to the last ten years and my wish would be you find solution for you and your mum very soon.
I am taking a two week break from visiting or ringing, THE man has assumed I am going away and I have not disabused him of that but in truth I am surveying the wreckage of my cottage and garden after too many months of neglect and also the remnants of a life which I have clung on so tightly to that much has turned blue from lack of oxygen:0)
I say break though as I type that I know that I am the named person to contact in case of serious emergency. I am the named person with legal power over THE man's financial and medical needs and I am the only named person on the list entitled relatives.
THE man is safe and secure as much as any stretched service can offer, is cared for with smiles and jokes rather than shouting cajoling and ignoring. He is now eating well, has gained much more mobility - so much so he decided as it had actually stopped raining a few nights ago when he opened his curtains at 2am he'd go for a walk on the lawn but rather than 'disturb' anyone by having to walk past the nurses station he'd go in the opposite direction and open the fire door and set off all the alarms! Never a dull moment.
When he arrived at the home just over a month ago with his eyes screwed tightly shut and his body scrunched up in as defiant a two finger sign as I have seen for many a year his only words aimed at me but said quite loud enough so everyone could not miss them were 'Why the F**king hell have you brought me to this hell hole' The staff looked genuinely upset and some of the residents confused but I just replied 'You'd best open your eyes and introduce yourself to the Devil then' Looking in to the crystal blue eyes I was reminded of that line from a film 'fasten your safety belt we're in for a bumpy ride' and found myself smiling.
I look around at the other residents and see those without an advocate and it makes me wonder. So my own lists and letter of introduction will be drawn up in the next few years so that I might get fruit porridge for breakfast plus access to Marmite everyday. It's the little things that give a sense of continuity and when we can't quite remember them ourselves having others do that without fuss seems the most humane action.
Sorry taken up a slew of your comment space. Thanks for your comment on my blog hope you'll visit again sometime, I might even post again this week:0)
Daisy-Winifred
Thanks, Daisy-Winifred, it's great to hear from you on this blog. Your writing has helped me to feel less alone in this very difficult task, the Difficult Elderly Parent. Bumpy ride, indeed. Glad you are taking some TIME!! Life gets so consumed by all this...
Celtic, yeah, on my mother's side we are the McColgans and Delanys, and I must admit that I once (secretly) cheered my awful old mother on, just a bit, when she threw a water pitcher at an aide, once... Not a secret any more, I guesss... And I am more like her than I really want to admit...
Delany
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