I came up with techniques that would help her answer her own questions, like showing her how her cell phone would automatically give the date, time, and day of the week - instead of asking me every half hour. She has done pretty well with this, but recently she has reverted back to asking me what day it is, or where I'm going after I've told her a few minutes before. Interestingly, she doesn't seem to do this to anyone else. Is this because I'm with her most of the time?( I drive her to doctors appointment, shop for groceries, cook meals, dust and vacuum her house, deal with major house repairs and yard problems. )
This all sounds so silly and elementary, considering how bad it could actually be, and I should be thankful that she can still do major things herself (bathroom, dressing, eating).
Bit it's almost like mental torture, having to repeat myself hundreds of times a day. I'm so selfish, I know. But please don't be too hard on me (some of you will be) it's a good thing to share fears etc. to avoid a major problem down the line, right? Is this an example of the sadness of caring for an elderly parent - they will never learn from your guidance and direction,unlike raising a child who eventually will benefit?
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Hopefully someone who's been in this situation will chime in but in the meantime don't be so hard on yourself. If an elderly parent were asking me the same question over and over it'd drive me crazy.
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One time we had just gotten off the phone and she called right back and I spewed out my answer before she could really talk and she said I know that we just talked, this time I'm calling to ask about this which was something different. She said I'm not completely bonkers yet then she laughed and I did too though I felt like a heel.
Now it's handy because my mom can't remember to turn on her AC when it's hot, so when I call, I ask what the temperature is. If it's in the 80s, I tell her to get up and shut her windows and turn on the AC. Before we had that clock, I couldn't do that. I also made a big sign and pinned it to her couch (right next to her chair) that tells her she's 95. That was another question I'd get 5X a day. Sometimes she remembers that's there, sometimes not.
If your mom has Alzheimers, these kinds of things would only work for so long, but if you get a few months of relief, it would be worth it!
@Sue - I remember seeing "itching powder" for sale in the backs of old comic books, YEARS ago, alongside the "x-ray specs" and "joy buzzers." It was meant for use as a prank. There was also a chewing gum that did something awful to people (was it a terrible taste? I don't recall), and another "chewing gum" pack that was actually like a mousetrap that snapped shut on your friend's finger when they tried to take a stick! Your ma must have very itchy skin; my mom does too.
I like the dry erase board idea OzarkOlly suggested when this was originally posted. I might try it. I've been using recipe cards above the clocks, with the day of the week printed on them in Sharpie - I change them over at midnight. But sometimes mom can't read words, or read the clocks (I have one digital and one analog, side-by-side), or even comprehend whether it's day or night, even with the curtains wide open.
I appreciate my wife's kindness - about so so much. We've had a whole lot more good days than bad, through our 41 years of marriage, two sons, daughters-in-law and seven adorable grandchildren. Since my retirement as a senior project manager in 2008, we have been actively involved in a non-profit I founded (dedicated to community building through intergenerational engagements).
I have noticed, for quite a while (maybe 20 years ago) that my short term memory was fading. The medical test then did not reveal anything. When I had to do extensive documentation of meetings, later in my career, I noticed that I had to consistently ask that sentences be repeated (since by the end of the sentence, I would forget its beginning).
Fast forward. Now that we are together full time, she becomes increasingly impatient at my repeating questions (which she may have just answered, but I forgot). Sometimes, she makes a specific, detailed request - 10 seconds later I have no clue about the details she provided. She refuses to answer the next go round. Sometimes, the answer does come to me, but not always. And not wanting to agitate her, I avoid asking for clarification and do my very best to carry out her request, only to learn it was CLEARLY not what was requested. Ordinarily, I believe in always seeking clarification before acting,
It may be that I would be impatient if I were in her shoes. I do not deliberately forget. I find neither convenience nor joy in forgetting. She just shuts down if I try to explain. And, in THIS context of forgetfulness, I am afraid of the future.
Otherwise, I am very active in the community and keep fit with workouts and the gym. Every night, I look back with thanks for the day, and look forward to celebrating new tomorrows.
I submit this post with the hope that it offers caregivers (who are so very appreciated) a short walk in the shoes of those for whom you care.
Let's be kind to one another, and, may our thoughts always be filled with compassion.
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