Health and Wellbeing Living with Dementia
Live and Laugh with Dementia

It challenges one to understand dementia and what it does to a person.
It challenges one to look at self and ask questions. What is this doing to me? Why am I reacting this way? How can this be positive for my loved one, me, and those around us? What needs to happen to achieve a positive outcome?
It challenges one to think of other ways, creative ways, of engaging, and communicating with the loved one.
It challenges one to understand that where once parents were the carers of the child, dementia can lead to the child becoming the carer.
I am a child who became a carer to my father, and in the same breath, the carer of a child — my father.
A role that demands laughter, and taught me so much about dementia, my father, my family, me, and a four letter word Father valued — kind.
Rolling back the years
He stared out the window. I wondered if Father was thinking of his days growing up on Palmerston Atoll. He often did that. I heard the familiar sound of his fingers tapping on the arm-rest of his lazyboy, tapping the beat to our drum dance. Yes, he was thinking of home.
It was over 50 years since he sailed away from Palmerston. The years had gone by so fast, and had been kind to him. He looked good for an 80 year old, his skin was smooth, no wrinkles. I wondered, I hoped I possessed that gene.
Pointing to my left Father said “Pass me the phone”. Sliding across the sofa to my left I reached out and grabbed the handset off the side table. I slid back, and passed the phone to Father. He looked at the phone for a moment before asking “What is my mum’s number?”. “I don’t know” I replied. “I want to ring my mum” he said.
How do you tell your 80 year old father his mother is long gone?
Looking at Father I asked “How old are you? A long pause. He looked at me. “I am 100” he replied. I smiled “You look pretty good for a 100 year old man. You look not a day over 80”. Returning the smile Father said “I know. I look good alright”. My smile grew “What is your secret?” I asked. “Well…”
Cognitive Impairment
Disorientation to time, place or person are symptoms of dementia. Add memory loss to that and confusion can go through the roof. This can impact on remembering how old one is, and forgetting that parents have long passed away. Dementia has messed up this thought process, and will continue to cause damage. For those like my father dementia will continue to wipe away the years, anti-clockwise reducing memories, leaving memories of life lived long ago in younger years.
Remember, there are so many deliciously memorable moments living with, caring for, someone with dementia. Take note of those precious times and learn from them, enjoy them, be kind to them, as you live and laugh with dementia.
Thank you for reading my piece.
If you enjoyed Live and Laugh with Dementia: Rolling Back the Years check out the links below for more Living with Dementia moments.
Live and Laugh with Dementia: Junior and Eddie / Family photo
Live and Laugh with Dementia: Over a Cuppa
Live and Laugh with Dementia: Do You See What I See?
Live and Laugh with Dementia: What’s the Time?
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