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How do I stop fighting with mom?

“Mom’s room is a mess!” Joe complained. “Every time I go in there, we argue about her clothes and her dirty briefs and all of that!” It was true. Joe and his mom, Bethany, argued nonstop when he came to visit her at our dementia care community.  He’d go into her room, find her dirty briefs stuck into drawers, and get mad at her. “Those aren’t mine!” she’d insist, when, of course, she had stuck them in the drawer only an hour before. When Joe had moved his mom into our community, he felt like he was doing her a favor when he threw out all of her old tops and got her new ones. Unfortunately, however, he had done just the opposite, for Bethany no longer recognized the new clothes. “These aren’t mine!” she’d yell, her eyes full of tears, pointing to the clothes in her closet. “Ugh, mom!” Joe would exclaim. “I just got you those, and look! We labeled them for you!” Joe came to me, exhausted, looking for a solution to end the battles with his mom. “Stop going in her room,” I said, matter-of-factly.  “What do you mean?” he asked. “I mean, don’t go in her room when you visit her. Come here, get her to come out in the hallway, and then hang out in common spaces. You can’t help yourself, Joe! You point out what’s wrong with her room, and she can’t help herself, either: she’s confused. She’s confused, and then she fights back. Stay out of her room,” I explained. Joe took my advice (begrudgingly) and stayed out of his mom’s room.  They stopped fighting, and, finally, started getting along again.

Can you still play

Samuel is a very “tactile” person. By that I mean, he touches everything. He spends most of his day either sleeping or walking around the care community, picking things up, moving them around, putting them in his pants, or just admiring them. Picking up items and moving them around is a really common dementia symptom. For a lot of caregivers, it’s really frustrating. Samuel paid no mind to the caregivers or other individuals, however. For the most part, people were just in his way. He wasn’t rude, he just was not aware of other people—he was much more interested in touching things. The community where I consult had asked me to find them a piano. Usually, this is a tough ask, only because it is hard to move a piano from one place to another. I found a nice couple who had a piano, and they were also willing to bring it to our community themselves.  We installed the piano in the dementia care wing yesterday, and it was immediately a hit.  Samuel made his way over to the piano, clearly interested in this new item. “Samuel, do you know how to play the piano?” I asked him. Samuel is mostly nonverbal, but he nodded and said something quietly in response. He took his seat at the piano and laid his fingers on the keys. This wasn’t like those other times: those times when he’d pick up items at random, touching them, moving them around. This action was deliberate. He began to play.  The staff stood around the piano, amazed. “I had no idea he could play piano!” one of them exclaimed to me. “You never had a piano for him to play,” I smiled back.

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