I’ve debated writing a post like this for some time: a post that really hits the nail on the head with how I feel about the term “lying” in dementia care. So, here goes. I am fully aware that not all professionals in dementia care agree with me, and I know that this is going to annoy some of them. But, that’s okay. This needs to be talked about.
When I first started working in dementia care, I learned about Teepa Snow’s philosophy of “Redirection and Distraction,” which was part of her Positive Approach to Care technique. I also learned about Naomi’s Feil’s “Validation” technique, and began implementing what I’d learned with my residents.
One day, very early in my career, a resident of mine was asking about her husband. “Where is my husband? He was supposed to pick me up an hour ago!” she cried. Using what I’d learned, I sat down with her and began to engage. “Sounds like you miss your husband,” I offered. She looked me dead in the eye, squinted, and bit her lip. “Yeah. And I want to know where he is. Why does no one actually say anything around here?” she demanded. This shocked me. But, I did what I’d learned: I validated her feelings and asked her how she felt. I realized, though, that I hadn’t actually answered her question. I’d just redirected her.
Another time, I spent two hours trying to get a very irritated resident off of a bus. The bus had taken Eileen, one of my favorite residents, to the doctor’s office. This had not been a particularly enjoyable ride, and by the time she got back to our assisted living community, she was not in a good mood. We tried everything, but could not get this woman off the bus. I tried to redirect her. I tried to distract her. I tried to chat with her about where she’d been and even tried to explain that the bus was not going to be able to take her to her house, which is where she wanted it to go. Finally, I asked the bus driver to drive us around for a little bit. He ended up taking us to the back of the building about ten minutes later, and I told her that we “had to get off here, so that we could transfer to another bus later to eventually take her home.” Finally, hearing this, Eileen got off the bus. We went inside. My staff was thrilled that she was safely inside the building, but I was completely exhausted. I was also confused: had I done this whole thing thewrong way?
I was so confused by this—this feeling that I’d “lied” to get her to leave the bus with me—that I actually emailed Teepa Snow, who I’d met at a conference. As busy as a woman as she is, Teepa got back to me pretty quickly. “It sounds like you did the right thing. You did what you needed to do,” she replied.
That was great to hear, but it left me thinking…if that, then what? If it was okay for me to do that, but it’s technically a lie, how is that in-line with the dementia care theories I’d learned?
This was when I started developing my Embracing Their Reality theory. Teaching families and care staff to “never lie!” to people with dementia is too confusing. (See an article by Feil here.) Dementia care is a gray area, and telling people to “always do this, but not this, but sometimes this” just doesn’t work. Caregivers need real, TANGIBLE stuff they can use and apply.
If we were really sticking to the don’t-lie-thing, we would never introduce baby dolls and stuffed animals, right? I mean, that would be lying. That would be telling them that these were real, when we see them as not-real.
If you know me, you know that I’m all about the TANGIBLE. I want you to be able to use my stuff, apply it, and feel good about it. I want you to succeed in your positive dementia care.
When you embrace someone’s reality, you understand that their reality has shifted, and you must shift with it. Here’s my favorite (and very true) example:
I had a resident whose son had died a few years earlier. This was obviously devastating. In good news, she’d forgotten he died. (Hey, this is a good thing that she forgot!) One day, she came to my office. “Hey hon,” she said. “Do you know where my son is? He hasn’t called in a while.” I paused and considered this. “Where do you think he could be?” I asked. “Well…I guess he must be busy with work,” she replied. “That makes sense, he’s probably at work,” I nodded. “Can I call him?” she asked me. “Sure,” I said, and picked up my work phone. I dialed my own cell phone number and let it go to voicemail. As soon as it did, I handed her the phone. “Here, you can leave him a message,” I smiled. She left her son a voicemail on my phone. “Thanks, hon, I feel a lot better,” she nodded. It never came up again.
So here’s what I teach:
Throw out the word “lying.” Getting hung up on this word will only stress you out.
We are living in THEIR reality. Just because it’s not true for US, doesn’t mean it’s not true for them. Who are we to say what is true?
When someone asks you a direct question, find out what they believe the answer is, and then do that.
You don’t need to get creative and “make something up out of the blue,” but you do need to be able to “yes, and” your loved one with dementia. Agree and then add on.
I am not, in ANY way, dissing what the very smart people in dementia care who came before me have said. In fact, I’m respecting it because I’m building on it. I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing today without the dementia care experts before me. But I think there’s more to dementia care than just validation/redirection/distraction/substitution/etc. I think we can all learn to embrace someone else’s reality.
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When you work in dementia care, people tend to ask you a lot of questions. Probably one of the most common questions that I hear is,
“Are you afraid to get dementia when you’re older?”
Honestly, there are many things that scare me much more than dementia does. Don’t get me wrong: dementia is a terrible group of diseases. I’ve been fortunate, however, to see many of the beautiful moments that people with dementia can experience.
Just in case I do get dementia, I’ve written a list of rules I’d like to live by.
If I get dementia, I’d like my family to hang this wish list up on the wall where I live.
If I get dementia, I want my friends and family to embrace my reality. If I think my spouse is still alive, or if I think we’re visiting my parents for dinner, let me believe those things. I’ll be much happier for it.
If I get dementia, I don’t want to be treated like a child. Talk to me like the adult that I am.
If I get dementia, I still want to enjoy the things that I’ve always enjoyed. Help me find a way to exercise, read, and visit with friends.
If I get dementia, ask me to tell you a story from my past.
If I get dementia, and I become agitated, take the time to figure out what is bothering me.
If I get dementia, treat me the way that you would want to be treated.
If I get dementia, make sure that there are plenty of snacks for me in the house. Even now if I don’t eat I get angry, and if I have dementia, I may have trouble explaining what I need.
If I get dementia, don’t talk about me as if I’m not in the room.
If I get dementia, don’t feel guilty if you cannot care for me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It’s not your fault, and you’ve done your best. Find someone who can help you, or choose a great new place for me to live.
If I get dementia, and I live in a dementia care community, please visit me often.
If I get dementia, don’t act frustrated if I mix up names, events, or places. Take a deep breath. It’s not my fault.
If I get dementia, make sure I always have my favorite music playing within earshot.
If I get dementia, and I like to pick up items and carry them around, help me return those items to their original places.
If I get dementia, don’t exclude me from parties and family gatherings.
If I get dementia, know that I still like receiving hugs or handshakes.
If I get dementia, remember that I am still the person you know and love.
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Native Gaelic speakers with dementia are being helped to recall memories through conversations in the language with school children.
This makes me so happy, especially because not only does it keep one of the Gaelic community’s most important cultural activities alive, i.e. the cèilidh – in other words meeting people in order to exchange stories, memories and songs – but it’s also helping to keep the language and its different traditional dialects alive through a brilliant example of intergenerational language transmission.
Yikes! I just learned that there are 4 “A’s” associated with Alzheimer’s. Amnesia, which everyone is familiar with, is of course the memory loss. But as I keep saying, Alzheimer’sis about so much more than memory and these other A’s seem to reinforce thatidea. I had never heard of these terms before (other than amnesia) so they were
certainly new to me.
Agnosia, is when a person can’t quite recognize what an item
is for or is unable to recognize it at all. For example, Laura was helping me
put up some dishes and she held up a spatula and asked “where does this go?”
Glancing over, I said, “top drawer, right of the stove.” Probably too many
words all at once, but she couldn’t get past the stove part. She started to say to herself, “stove, stove,
stove” as she did a 360 in the middle of the kitchen. I realized that she either didn’t see the
stove or if she did, she didn’t recognize it and so I pointed to the drawer and
said, “it goes right there – in that drawer.” But she was hung up now on
finding the stove and she kept looking for it. I had to finally touch the stove
and say “here is the stove and the spatula goes here” pointing to the correct
drawer. She muttered a quick “of course, what was I thinking?” and moved away,
but I could tell that she was both a little embarrassed and frustrated with
herself over the incident.
Aphasia is the inability to use speech correctly. Laura is frequently using general
descriptions now to identify an object as opposed to its name. This makes for a
dangerous game of charades, because I find that I must bite my tongue to keep
from giving her silly answers or get animated when she is trying to tell me
something. The last thing she needs is for me to interrupt her train of
thought. I have to pat myself on my back because I am getting pretty good at
deciphering her descriptions. Her speech is often halting, with many starts and stops and a lot of misdirection. “What are
you looking for Honey?” is a fairly common question these days. “It was right here… you know, the pink one
with…store… makeup… before… it….’ That was it; but it was enough. I was lucky
that she used two fairly key words in there to help me out: Pink and make-up. That
meant she was looking for the pink case where she keeps most of her makeup.
Sometimes I’m not so lucky.
The last ‘A’ is Apraxia. It is when there is a loss of
motor coordination. Laura has trouble now often doing simple tasks such as
buttoning her blouse or signing her name. It’s like she knows what she wants
to do, but can’t get her hands or fingers to cooperate. Sometimes she may reach
for something but miss it entirely or on the other extreme, hit it with her
hand.
Unfortunately Laura has her ticket punched for all of these,
and it is my job to see that she keeps her dignity by not calling attention to
them. Like most other symptoms of Alzheimer’s these come and go and vary in
degree of severity when they are around. Sometimes I marvel in that she can put on a necklace
that has a tiny, tiny clasp. Other times, she calls for help in tying a bow or
is incapable of turning the knob to turn on a lamp.
All of the A’s are bad but we’ll somehow work through them
all, but the one that scares me the most is Agnosia. I’m dreading the day that she not only forgets what the stove is; but forgets who I am
as well.
For most of my lifeI had heard the expression, “live in the moment” and thought I understood what it meant. After all,what free spirited thirty something doesn’t think that it means to be spontaneous or do something outlandish and never-mind the outcome or the consequences.
Fast forward a few decades and with a diagnosis of
Alzheimer’s strapped to my wife, I heard people say over and over, “live in the
moment!” To me that now meant, ‘do what you can while you can’. I thought I
understood, but I really didn’t.
Lately as Laura has been slipping so much, I think I am
finally beginning to understand. She
said something really funny the other day, and we both cracked up and were
laughing so hard we were crying. When we both had it down to some chuckling, I
wiped my eyes and said the obvious, “That was really funny.”
“What was?” she sincerely asked, still smiling broadly.
“What you just said” I replied softly. All of the
implications of her short term memory loss hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Oh, what did I say? I don’t remember.”
I wanted to wipe my eyes now for another reason. The moment of laughter that we had shared had
passed, even quicker than it came. Then I understood. Living in the moment is not
about doing anything; it’s about
absorbing those few precious seconds that you can share. Today it is laughter or reliving the flicker
of a memory. I don’t know what it will be tomorrow. It might just be the flash
of recognition when she sees me. I don’t know. But I do know that I will relish
every second of it.
The retired cop was an easy patient, who took his medicine without complaint. After an operation, the man went into a mental tailspin that his doctor realized had been in the making for years…