Do Something Different 2/7

For Dementia Awareness Week

This week (from 17th – 23 May) in the UK it is Dementia Awareness Week.

Some of you will know that I worked for Alzheimer’s society until I retired a couple of years ago.
I would like to acknowledge the work of the society and to contribute to Dementia Awareness Week by posting ‘something different for me’: a short sketch each day called

“All in a days work”

These are not remembered stories but real events I wrote up a long time ago right after the visit/phone call.
As support workers we had excellent support in the office but on the rare occasion I couldn’t get there after I finished a visit or I was alone in the office I used to write down my thoughts and feelings and let the paper listen.

Yes it’s beautiful, but…

In the sitting room of the house I was in today, the couple had two lovely, soft, chocolate brown, leather settees that faced each other in perfect symmetry.
Each settee had three very pretty, quite large cushions on, beautifully placed, so inviting, so welcoming and homely and of course perfectly colour co-ordinated.
The lady of the house has dementia.
Every evening when she is anxious and unsettled she believes that the cushions are people, sitting, lounging on the settees, it unsettles her more.
It was difficult to talk to the couple about the possibility of taking the cushions off the settee in the evening.
I won’t have been successful of course.

Forgetmenot-go-placidly

Remember the person

Do Something Different 1/7

For Dementia Awareness Week

This week (from 17th – 23 May) in the UK it is Dementia Awareness Week.

Some of you will know that I worked for Alzheimer’s society until I retired a couple of years ago.
I would like to acknowledge the work of the society and to contribute to Dementia Awareness Week by posting ‘something different for me’: a short sketch each day called

“All in a days work”

These are not remembered stories but real events I wrote up a long time ago right after the visit/phone call.
As support workers we had excellent support in the office but on the rare occasion I couldn’t get there after I finished a visit or I was alone in the office I used to write down my thoughts and feelings and let the paper listen.

The phone call
Wanted: a listening ear, no suggestions, no advice, just listen and learn.

She had been married before. He was an unloving and violent man and just when life couldn’t get worse he developed Alzheimer’s disease. It made the violence worse until he was taken away and eventually died. She met a man who had been married to a violent and uncaring woman. She didn’t go into detail about that part but the wife eventually died.
The unhappy man and the unhappy woman met and fell in love and have been married, so happily for 30 years.
He was the gentlest sweetest man who ever lived. They were so happy together and spent the second part of their lives doing all the things they were never able to do in their previous marriages.

Now he has the same disease, she is 86 years old and could no longer cope with him being up in the night, his constant repetition and his purposeful walking. She was exhausted. He is in care. She is heart broken. She needed someone to listen. I was there.

Forget-me-not-One-person

Remember the person