When my mom first needed the aid and support of a caregiver, I wasn’t ready to assume that role. But someone had to jump in and help. Click here to read my essay Polar Bears, the story of a reluctant caregiver, published in the latest issue of Cleaver Magazine. Happy winter reading!
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Time, time, time. Caregivers measure it in minutes, hours, days. But for someone with dementia, time is like a broken clock. It’s a concept that no longer seems useful or needed.
I’m the kind of person who has spent decades running around trying to fit just one more thing into already busy days. One consequence of this habit is that I’m often late. There just isn’t enough time in the universe for me to complete the tasks I set for myself and still be punctual. I sincerely regret the number of times I’ve left good friends waiting for me. But when I’m with my mom, I have the opposite problem. Ever busy me finds it nearly impossible to fill time spent alone with her in a satisfying way.
Usually I tell Mom stories. Sometimes she’s lucid enough to laugh or say yes or offer a one syllable comment. But more often she’s only engaged with me for a few minutes before she goes into Sleep mode — that restful state that resembles your car’s neutral gear. How can you use this time to feel like you’re connecting with someone whose reality is so different from your own?
I often play music to get us both tuned into the same frequency. The sound of Chuck Berry or the Everly Brothers will keep her attention for a little while. Now and then she tries to clap and can occasionally get her hands lined up the right way. But after a song or two, she goes back to her netherworld — unless the music is very uplifting. Tunes that keep her involved include “Rockin’ Robin” and “Happy” by Pharrell Williams. “Happy” is so infectious I have seen it revive a room full of dementia patients for the full four minutes it plays. The song has an almost magical ability to make people smile and move.
Good times come and go but there are still many frustrating moments when you want to pull a dementia patient in and they just stay on their distant planet. What do you do to invite your loved one into your world? What tricks do you use to connect with them when the wires are frayed and their glance keeps moving to some far off place?