Dementia is not an illness, but rather a group of hundreds of diseases with different and sometimes common symptoms. Yet, every day I come across caregivers and persons with a dementia diagnosis, whose only knowledge of the condition affecting them is, “He has (or I have) dementia.” This happens at all stages of dementia,.

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The elevator door opened, and here we were, meeting again. I greeted her, and right away, she announced, “I have two things to tell you: I am very healthy, and I need you to help me find my husband.” Not missing a beat, I reflected that those were very good things. “I am so.

Bringing mindfulness into an elder care organization has its share of funny moments. This week we decided to institute daily morning check ins for the whole community, including caregivers, managers, and our forgetful clients . . . On the first day, I made sure to sit next to Ed, and elder man with dementia,.

My office is right on the floor by one of the neighborhoods. I have become accustomed to Doris’s loud, mostly incomprehensible monologue about ‘her baby’. Doris spends a lot of time sitting by the dining room table, a familiar surrounding with her friendly aide always within earshot. Last night, I was about to leave.

I was told to go and keep Charlene company. ‘She is having a hard time.’ I find Charlene contorted in her wheelchair, and trying to get up.’ Safety first, she has been placed right against a table, brakes on her chair. She is restrained, for her own good. The aide comes by to make.

Until recently, most mindfulness-based approach to dementia care referred to Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction for dementia caregivers. Then came along the Presence Care Project, an initiative aimed at disseminating a new type of mindfulness-based training specifically designed to meet the unique challenges as well as mindfulness practice opportunities in dementia care. In the Presence Care.

Sitting next to her, I notice her looking out the window. “This is such a nice color chrysanthemum” and proceeds to engage me around the garden outside. I wonder, “Did she enjoy gardening?” “Yes, I did before I got sick”. “I love to get my hands dirty!” Being wheelchair bound should not prevent one.

While working out on the elliptical at the Y, my attention is drawn for a moment to an elder woman and her companion, a very old man, half bent over whom she is assisting with the various machines. She leaves him alone briefly, and while she is gone, the man takes it upon himself.