Dementia:’I Don’t Believe It’- I’ve Done It Again

 Maureen and I are avid fans of Victor Meldrew and often watch repeats on YouTube.  His favourite phrase of: ‘I don’t believe’ it has to be
said about my behaviour early yesterday morning.  As I sat at the keyboard Maureen joined me in the office, and said she could hear  people talking about her, and wondering what she would do.  I immediately tried to put her mind at rest, and foolishly told her there was
no-one else here.  I even suggested she must been dreaming.  What is difficult to believe is only minutes before I have been tweeting 5 things not to say when someone has dementia, by Maria Marley.  As you will see I had immediately committed a cardinal sin on the first one:

‘1. Don’t Tell Them They’re Wrong About Something: To let the person save face it’s best not to contradict or correct them if they say something wrong. There’s no good reason to do that. If they’re alert enough, they’ll realize they made a mistake and feel bad about it. Even if they don’t understand their error, correcting them may embarrass or be otherwise unpleasant for them’.

My gaff was not the best start to the day: particularly when the Carer’s Invasion was hours away.  Maureen made a pre-emptive strike as soon as Chloe walked through the door, and retreated to her bedroom.  After a short while she returned to the fray, and challenged the fragrance strategy of Chloe’s attack.  The aroma was having an immediate impact on Maureen’s lips and nasal passages.  The impressive thing about Maureen’s response was her challenge to Chloe breaching the Carers Convention: no perfume in this neck of the woods.

In her defence Chloe mentioned that she had needed to use air freshener at her previous call. Her client had got in a mess, and there was a need to improve things somewhat. A truce was declared Chloe was despatched on a shopping mission, to allow clear the air measures to take place.  All was well on Chloe’s return after wide opening of windows, and doors.

Once again Maureen’s approach to a difficult situation has been exemplary.  Her intolerance to aromas makes her unwell.  However, rather than stay upstairs she dealt with the situation admirably.  Once again showing that when she is on form heaven help those who try to invade her home.  One thing we are clear about on the fragrance front: Prescribed Disengagement stinks and has no place in our home.  Long live neuroplasticity and all who sail under its banner.

 

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