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Calling Police
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mick_476@comcast.net - 05 Sep 2005 15:05 GMT Do any of you have the problem of them calling the police on you? I am 32 years old and my mom had me when she was 47. She now has Alzheimers.
Last night, I was out at the bars and went home with a woman. I didn't get home until 7 this morning. She has already called the police and had them looking for me. I got pulled over coming home. How embarrassing!
This isn't the first time she has done this to me either. She decided one night that she needed me to go to the grocery for her and she called the police to get me out of the bar, instead of calling me. They came into the bar, which has at least a couple hundred in it, and told me to call her. That was really, really embarrassing, especially because I know so many in there!
I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency.
invalid - 05 Sep 2005 15:32 GMT From: mick_...@comcast.net Subject: Calling Police
"Last night, I was out at the bars and went home with a woman. I didn't
get home until 7 this morning."
Thet's your problem, Mick. You need to be like Dennis Harris and go home with men instead.
Lesanne - 05 Sep 2005 16:01 GMT Well since I do not leave my Mother who has dementia alone, she does not often call the police. Do you have a problem often with confusing the grocery and the bar? Who is actually caring for your Mom, who has Alzheimers?
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> Do any of you have the problem of them calling the police on you? I am > 32 years old and my mom had me when she was 47. She now has [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they > cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency. Evelyn Ruut - 05 Sep 2005 16:30 GMT > Do any of you have the problem of them calling the police on you? I am > 32 years old and my mom had me when she was 47. She now has [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they > cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency. Hi,
And the police are right, they have no idea when it could be a real emergency.
We never had this problem, but she did call certain friends repeatedly to ask them the time or the date. She had forgotten how to use a clock and a calendar.
It sounds to me as though your mom is feeling the typical sort of fear alzheimer patients usually begin to experience when the world suddenly turns into a strange place. I hope you don't get ANGRY with her for this, since she really cannot help what is happening in her brain.
Alzheimers is an actual organic disease in which the brain begins dying slowly, one neuron at a time. It creates all sorts of odd emotions and fears and even delusions of persecution, or of things that are echoes of their past lives. The person absolutely CANNOT remember from one second to the next that you have told them not to call or not to panic or that they asked you the same question just one minute before.
There are medications that can help quite a bit, and may stave off the inevitable a little longer. Have you spoken to her doctor about them? Is she on any antidepressants or memory enhancing drugs like Aricept or Reminyl or Namenda? Check into these please, if not.
She probably will soon come to a place where she should not be alone much longer. Have you any plans in place for when this happens?
You have come to a place where all of us here have been through this with a loved one. Welcome to the club nobody wants to join, but like many of us you may find it an incredibly valuable source of information and on the spot advice.
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Tumbleweed - 05 Sep 2005 18:13 GMT > Do any of you have the problem of them calling the police on you? I am > 32 years old and my mom had me when she was 47. She now has [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they > cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency. as others have said, you appear not to have the intelligence to realise you shouldnt leave an Az patient alone. You should be investigating care for your mother since she is obviously in danger from your lack of care......never mind phone calls, what about *when* she sets light to something because she forgot how to turn on the lights, or turns on the gas but forgets and leaves it, or simply wanders off, or any other of 100 things she eventually is very likely to do *if left alone*. Since you cant be there all the time, never mind for social occasions, you'll either need to get live in help or place her in a home.
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Karen - 06 Sep 2005 03:57 GMT What was absolutely chilling to Hubby and me was when my MIL said on the phone (long distance) "Some strange guy came by today looking for work again, but I didn't let him in THIS TIME." Between that and the shape her house was in and her driving, I was terribly worried she'd be raped, get sick from bad food or kill someone before we got control of the situation.
When you realize they can't remember where you told them you were going, would she remember to call the police if someone was breaking in or the fire department if she forgot to take a pan off the stove and the house caught fire?
Karen
> as others have said, you appear not to have the intelligence to realise you > shouldnt leave an Az patient alone. You should be investigating care for [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > there all the time, never mind for social occasions, you'll either need to > get live in help or place her in a home. mick_476@comcast.net - 06 Sep 2005 05:59 GMT This was the first time I had gone out in months because of staying here with her. And yes, I did realize the danger I put her in when I left her here. She had broken an $800 vase of mine. I stormed out of the house before I said or did anything.
>as others have said, you appear not to have the intelligence to realise you >shouldnt leave an Az patient alone. You should be investigating care for [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] >there all the time, never mind for social occasions, you'll either need to >get live in help or place her in a home. Evelyn Ruut - 06 Sep 2005 13:28 GMT > This was the first time I had gone out in months because of staying > here with her. And yes, I did realize the danger I put her in when I > left her here. She had broken an $800 vase of mine. I stormed out of > the house before I said or did anything. Hi Mick,
I do sympathize and I know how confining it feels when you are ready to go stir crazy to just get out of the house, caring for a person who can't be left alone anymore. You need to get some help as soon as possible.
Do you have an Alzheimers association where you live? Is there a caregivers support group you can join? How about hiring someone to stay with her while you get out once in a while?
You are going to need to make some secure arrangements for her and soon. For your own mental health and her safety both.
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ncgen - 08 Sep 2005 12:10 GMT > > Last night, I was out at the bars and went home with a woman. I didn't get home until 7 this morning. She has already called the police and had them looking for me. I got pulled over coming home. How > embarrassing! Mick, I never had a problem with this, because I didn't leave my in-laws alone. I understand being so frustrated that you need down time from the responsibility, however please make sure someone responsible is with her during those times. Many community's have respite programs which can help with either in-home or center-based care. If your mother's orientation is affected enough that she is calling police in the manner she is doing, then please assess her ability to be left alone to manage independently.
As I said, I do understand the frustrations. We took care of my in-laws for several years. During that time, we went through several hurricanes and having two children, plus we both worked full time and had to adjust our schedules so that one of us was always there. My husband's great aunt would come once a week for a couple hours just so I could go to the grocery store or keep prenatal appointments. Otherwise, I had to take them both along with me.
I love my mother-in-law dearly. When we moved into our new house, we brought her with us. She had had many changes within the past year due to moving twice (hurricane related moves, her husband being placed in a home(also with Alzheimer's), and a new baby in the house. Less than a month after we moved, one of our close friends came to visit at Christmas. I walked into the kitchen to get my son's juice and my mother-in-law knocked over our Christmas tree. She said she wanted to go home. The tree was close to landing on my 13 month old son and his nearly 3 year old brother where they played on the floor.
When I lifted the tree, I found nearly all of my ornaments had been broken. Most of these I had collectd since I was a child and included ones my grandmother made for me 30 years before and ones from a dear friend of mine who had passed away two years before that on Christmas day. They could never be replaced. As soon as I got my children safely out of the way and really looked at the damage, I lost it. For the first time in 7 years of looking after them, I had had it. I went into the garage where they guys were hanging out and screamed (kinda forgot our friend was there for a moment..just needed to vent quickly) and screamed, "that b**** has to go". Of course, I didn't mean it...I just had to let it out for a minute. I went back in and cleaned everything up and went to check on her. A few months later, we began seeing issues which would negatively affect my children and we had to make a decision. While it may sound harsh, my children had their lives to live and she was in her 80s. Her behaviors were affecting my children in such a way, that I could not have her with them 24/7 anymore. She hit my son one morning. That's when my decision was made. She lived in an assisted living home from mid1999 until this year when I moved her to a nursing home. I got off track there, but I do understand your frustration. I think having had to deal with caring for them gave me an added plus in my job as a case manager in assisted living facilities and as a social worker in nursing homes. Right now though, I am burned out and taking a much needed break and spending time with my children. While I'm working part time as a consultant, I am also writing a booklet for families.
I hope the situation improves, but I would encourage you to have her seen and a mental assessment done if you haven't already. Also investigate resources in your area. Contact a senior group there or find out if there is a local Alzheimer's support group there. The downside is that while you do need a break at times, leaving her alone could bring charges against you if the police ever feel she shouldn't be alone. All it takes is one officer responding to her deciding that she is neglected b/c she's left alone and calling social services. Please keep that in mind also, especially if leaving her overnight. So much could happen.
Jo Ann Malina - 09 Sep 2005 10:31 GMT ncgen <ncgensearcher@hotmail.com> is alleged to have said:
> I love my mother-in-law dearly. When we moved into our new house, we > brought her with us. She had had many changes within the past year due [quoted text clipped - 18 lines] > had to let it out for a minute. I went back in and cleaned everything > up and went to check on her. I know this wasn't the point of your post, but they do seem to develop a sort of radar for the things that will upset us the most if broken, don't they?
My mother used to bang my coffee mugs down in her fits of temper. Some of them were gifts from friends, others held memories of past events in my life. She would put them on the gas burner to reheat her coffee, having lost the ability to use the microwave. The ones that weren't cracked were getting scorched. I put the remaining ones away and bought some cheap ones on the internet that I didn't really care whether they got broken or not. Interestingly enough, the banging has stopped, though the outbursts have not.
She also went after a box of my things marked "fragile," breaking a glass sphere and cracking a vase I believe belonged to my paternal grandmother. She was convinced it was her box, and she wanted to get rid of things. I had to hide it away.
There was also the shattering of the tile trivet I got at Arcosanti, which I'll never visit again, and the time the VCR went off the top of the tv (at least there was no sentimental value to that, just monetary!). Fortunately, this has calmed down somewhat. Now she is working on breaking the adjustable cane I got her by banging it at an angle on the floor when she's having a snit. Fortunately, no sentimental value there, either.
I think there's a certain amount of resentment there that I still seem to have memories and things I value and she doesn't. She even tries to throw away her photos sometimes, because she can't remember the people in them, and hates to be reminded of that. I save them but don't encourage her to look at them any more.
I'm not saying this is conscious resentment. Just call it -- radar. Mothers and daughters are psychically joined at the hip anyway.
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ncgen - 09 Sep 2005 16:05 GMT Oh Jo Ann, I feel for you. I remember my MIL swinging her arm across the top of her dresser and knocking her bell collection to the floor when she was angry over me trying to get her dressed to go out. We were taking my parents out to dinner to thank my mom for helping watch MIL and kids when my FIL fell at the rest home and broke his hip and we were gone to hospital with him. MIL refused to get up and let me get her bathed/dressed. Then her excuse was that she couldn't go b/c she hadn't been to have her hair done...this from a woman who'd not been to a salon in over 30 yrs 'cause she did her own hair. Soooo, begged for an appt ..then she refused to go and laid in bed crying all afternoon. She refused to out at all. We went anyway, but what MIL didn't know was that a neighbor came over to sit with her. With the layout of our house, she could come in through the patio door and MIL never saw her arrive from her bedroom window at the front. Sitter had a baby monitor and heard everything. She called me half hour later and reported that MIL was perfectly fine, not only not crying at all but was in kitchen getting something to eat....ignoring the plate I'd given her....and then watched tv in her room. That afternoon she had pitched a fit and ruined half of her collection (a new behavior at that time) b/c she was "too sick to go" (her last effort excuse) and laid in bed crying no matter what I did, but soon as we were gone, all's fine. That was 8 years ago but I remember it like yesterday.
That and her breaking two of the porcelin (sp..know it's wrong lol) dolls she had treated so lovingly prior to this awful disease striking her. In her own house, she even had a whole bedroom called her doll room and decorated in pink with a beautiful afghan she'd made for the bed. The few she broke before I stored them, I plan to have repaired someday. I just couldn't bear leaving them out for her to destroy when she'd loved them so much. She never had a daughter and I only have boys, but my hope was that someday I could pass them on to a granddaughter if I ever have one. That would have pleased her so much. I know how much items I had belonging to my great grandmothers meant to me. You're right though. It's amazing the things they can come up with to irritate us. She used to take my bras from the laundry room and my dresser and hide them in her closet and swear they were hers. I'd get dressed and have to hunt down my bras. Same with the boys socks and hubby's underware. What she was gonna do with boxers and baby socks, I have no clue LOL. If I didn't fix her what she wanted to eat, even if that's what she said she wanted, she'd intentionally slosh it all over the table and floor then say she couldn't help it, but she never ever did that with hubby or if my mom came to watch her for me when I'd go check on FIL. Gosh, the stories we all could tell, but they'd probably scare off someone contemplating staying at home with their LO.
Lee - 09 Sep 2005 17:34 GMT must be something about bras .... not only did my MIL take them all (also, ALL socks in the entire world are hers) ... some of our home care workers aren't too bright, and would put them on her not caring about a ~slight~ difference in size (~slight~ being more than a little sarcastic)
early on in her illness, she started throwing things out .... all sorts of things, valuable as well as not.... apparently managed to dispose of lots before anyone realized .... she'd put things at the side of the road.... tools, collectibles, etc ... and people would take them ... so that by the time my partner got home in the evening all that would be left would be the junk that no one wanted .... of course, he assumed she was only putting out junk .... denial can be expensive!
> Oh Jo Ann, I feel for you. I remember my MIL swinging her arm across > the top of her dresser and knocking her bell collection to the floor [quoted text clipped - 41 lines] > check on FIL. Gosh, the stories we all could tell, but they'd probably > scare off someone contemplating staying at home with their LO. Evelyn Ruut - 09 Sep 2005 17:43 GMT > must be something about bras .... not only did my MIL take them all (also, > ALL socks in the entire world are hers) ... some of our home care workers [quoted text clipped - 8 lines] > the junk that no one wanted .... of course, he assumed she was only > putting out junk .... denial can be expensive! Ida suddenly didn't remember many of her clothes belonging to her. She threw out huge amounts of stuff after her sister died, thinking they were her sisters. I was astonished to see how very little was left in her closets when we finally went there to close up the house.
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Lee - 09 Sep 2005 22:06 GMT the saddest thing, I thought, was that just recently she took a dislike to her rings ..... took to throwing them at people during tantrums, losing them, etc... so we have had to put them away
one of her daughters responded by insisting on putting a picture of MIL and her (deceased) husband out.... MIL, of course has NO idea who either of the people in the picture are - but has yet to throw it at me, so it's sitting beside her bed LOL
>> must be something about bras .... not only did my MIL take them all >> (also, ALL socks in the entire world are hers) ... some of our home care [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > her sisters. I was astonished to see how very little was left in her > closets when we finally went there to close up the house. Ronny TX - 10 Sep 2005 03:16 GMT Re: Breaking things (was: Re: Calling Police) Group: alt.support.alzheimers Date: Fri, Sep 9, 2005, 12:34pm (CDT+1) From: sleeplessinwherever@hotmail.com (Lee) must be something about bras .... not only did my MIL take them all (also, ALL socks in the entire world are hers) ...(snip)
Ronny: Glad I don't have to worry about bras! :-) But oh how my socks have all dissapeared at times! LoL I laugh now;but such wasn't funny when the home health lady got here a couple of times and I was in a hurry to go shopping! So,I would buy a 6 count package of cotton socks and those would disappear too! (ha) Then this year I bought some comfortble sandals for wearing around the place. Have wore them shopping a time or two as well when I couldn't find my socks! :-) Find I like them better in hot weather too!
Oh and the spoons. Where have all the spoons gone?! LoL We have plenty of forks,a few knives;but I think only two spoons for eating with! But I can't figure out where Mom has put those?! Guess it's about time for a full fledged housecleaning where every box and bag gets opened and looked into! LoL Either that or need to buy some more spoons!LoL
P.S. Oh and the drinking glasses! They began to disappear months ago. So the last home health care lady before the present one,my cousin,she brought in 6 cheap plastic glasses. Good;but now I think I only know for sure where 2 of those are! This is worse than socks disappearing in the washer! LoL
Glenfiddich - 11 Sep 2005 05:05 GMT >Re: Breaking things (was: Re: Calling Police) >From: sleeplessinwherever@hotmail.com (Lee) >must be something about bras .... not only did my MIL take them all >(also, ALL socks in the entire world are hers) ... <snip>
>Oh and the spoons. Where have all the spoons gone?! LoL We have plenty >of forks,a few knives;but I think only two spoons for eating with! But I >can't figure out where Mom has put those?! Guess it's about time for a >full fledged housecleaning where every box and bag gets opened and >looked into! LoL Either that or need to buy some more spoons!LoL Remember to look inside the pockets of winter coats (if there's a hole, check the lining too), folded jeans, unused shoes and boots, the piano, the vacation suitcases and tent, that forgotten portable typewriter, the box of spare vacuum cleaner bags, the long-unused pots and pans in the back of the cupboard...
For thin stuff like vital legal papers, candy wrappers and used Kleenex, check inside cushion covers, sheet music, sleeves of the record and CD collection, inside books or the TV guide, etc. Pay special attention to tightly screwed up tissues, they may contain jewelry - or maybe last week's spat-out pills.
If you don't find the spoons or glasses, assume that they've already walked out of the house at the bottom of the kitchen garbage bag, along with the missing family photos and irreplaceable keepsakes.
It's important for your own mental health to not dwell on any losses, but instead to admire the inventiveness of the hiding places.
BTW, I never did find where my wife hid her wedding ring. . .
Mary_Gordon@tvo.org - 11 Sep 2005 15:23 GMT Oh man, do I hear you Glenfiddich.
When my MIL first went to assisted living (while she was still relatively with it), she had a very large double room, and a number of her own things. Obviously, we were worried about theft, and didn't include things of great value, but we weren't really prepared for the strange things she did with what she had left.
She was completely paranoid, and would wrap all kinds of things in kleenex or napkins and tuck them into pockets, the toes of shoes, the lining of suitcases, under cupboards, you name it. Many things vanished - she had a couple of teacups and I strongly suspect that she threw them out when they were dirty rather than wash them. She'd roll clothing into balls and hide it under furniture, stuff it under mattresses.
When I found her engagement ring and wedding band wadded into a tiny piece of tissue covered with scotch tape and stuffed into a sweater pocket, I realized that if I didn't quietly confiscate it, it would be gone forever (perhaps flushed down the toilet, as a friend's mother did with hers). I did ask her about it, and she was quite willing to let me take it when I told her I'd put it in the safety deposit box where it would be safe. It was wrenching for me to have to take it from her, but I'm glad I did in hindsight (it was made of diamonds taken from my husband's grandmother's ring made in 1895, and thus a real family heirloom).
In assisted living and later the locked AD ward, I ended up with a weekly ritual when we went to see her. Hubbie would take her out of the room on some pretense and I'd quickly toss the entire room looking for hidden stuff - not just valuables, but icky stuff. I'd find really disgusting soiled clothing and linens hidden in various places (stuffed into boots for example). She hoarded cloth napkins she filched from the dining room. Used tissues. Sometimes food items. Other people's things (clothing, eye glasses, make up) were often peppered everywhere either hidden or in among her things.
I'd also use the opportunity to straighten out all her clothing in the cupboards and drawers (making sure matching items were together to make it easy to dress her, everything was clean and in good repair, figure out if she was running short of any clothing item, assess what had disappeared that week). I'd take an armload of all the things I found that weren't hers to the nursing station (including the obligatory pile of cloth napkins).
The police should hire me. I get A in conducting searches.
Mary
Karen - 11 Sep 2005 15:49 GMT Hubby and I use the same strategy. I take inventory of personal care items and such. Sometimes it helps to use decoys like the earrings I bought at Target that are similar style to the diamond earrings my MIL had been so proud of that I knew her daughter would want. After getting the originals off with the ruse of cleaning them (and they really did need cleaning) all it took was a quick switch. She is amazingly oblivious to her surroundings these days.
But she keeps making "discoveries" of the things in her room that we put there. Nothing valuable, just stuff we knew she'd enjoy like the dolphin figurines from the dollar store. For 3 years now, she sees them and goes "Oh, look at that!" We've certainly gotten our dollar's worth!
And when her glasses came up missing and she was wearing a pair that no one recognized, the Kleenex box was the first place I checked. At her ALF, they tell me doing laundry doesn't mean just going to the hamper -- they have to check all drawers, the closet and under the bed.
Karen
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> In assisted living and later the locked AD ward, I ended up with a > weekly ritual when we went to see her. Hubbie would take her out of the [quoted text clipped - 17 lines] > > Mary Evelyn Ruut - 11 Sep 2005 15:56 GMT She hoarded cloth napkins she filched from the
> dining room. Used tissues. Sometimes food items. Other people's things > (clothing, eye glasses, make up) were often peppered everywhere either > hidden or in among her things. > Mary Omigoodness yes! Ida would do that too! She developed this "thing" for the rubber gloves they kept in the bathroom at the daycare center, and every single day she would come home with cookies, strange lipsticks, eyeglasses and food items she'd placed into napkins or tissues, as well as that days' haul of rubber gloves. I warned them to keep an eye on her, that she was taking so many rubber gloves home, but sooner or later she'd go to the bathroom unattended and get another batch.
I would ask her why she did it, and she'd tell me that it was to have them so she could dye her hair. At this time her hair had turned completely white and she hadn't dyed it in many years already. Nothing I could say would stop her from this strange obsession.
Cleaning her handbag every day became a ritual. Hubby would make her a nice cup of decaf instant coffee and chat her up in the kitchen and I'd ransack the handbag and throw out all the rubber gloves and food stuff. The other things we would hand to the bus driver the next morning to bring back to whomever they belonged.
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Lee - 11 Sep 2005 20:38 GMT it's kleenex here.... purse is full of it.... when we change her clothes, nicely folded bits of tissues fall from her sleeves, her depends, her slippers...wherever...
sometimes becomes ~attached~ to a certain piece and gets all upset if someone suggests throwing it out ... other times, will offer it to visitors ... here, is this yours... is always SO happy when they tell her no, that it's hers.
I actually use the tissue obsession to my benefit .... when she's driving me bonkers, will give her a handful and ask her to fold them for me. ... she'll refuse when given washclothes sometimes... but is always willing to add to her kleenex collection LOL
I don't miss the rooms searches I used to do every Monday night while she was out... used to find all SORTS of nasty nasty stuff in there.... spoiled food was the least of it .... for awhile, she had some sort of ~thing~ about bathroom garbage... we were able to prevent her from getting things we didn't want to have at home by hiding a secondary garbage under the counter... but she still managed to get ~stuff~ while she was out with my SIL
> She hoarded cloth napkins she filched from the >> dining room. Used tissues. Sometimes food items. Other people's things [quoted text clipped - 20 lines] > The other things we would hand to the bus driver the next morning to bring > back to whomever they belonged. Pat Stewart - 11 Sep 2005 17:09 GMT I beg families that move into our AL for persons with dementia not to bring in items of value. I can't tell you how many times our maintenance man has had to pull apart a sink to check the trap for diamond rings, earrings, etc.
My suggestion is always to substitute items with things of "lesser" value. Yet they don't always listen, and I feel just awful when something that is a priceless heirloom is gone.
I currently have a resident who loves to flush things down her toilet, especially at night. Clothing, food, statues, dolls, everything seems to end up there. The only suggestion we could come up with was to turn off the toilet in the evenings when she is most likely to exhibit this behavior. It's working so far, as long as caregivers go in there at least every two hours to flush.
Then there are the Residents who love to shop. They wander in and out of each others rooms, picking up little things as they go. We keep a jewelry box full of inexpensive necklaces, etc. in a common area. Once a week we go through one lady's room, take back the items and put them back in the community jewelry box. Then the cycle goes round as she takes them back, etc. etc. etc.
Don't even want to tell you about dentures and eyeglasses. Every napkin from meals is thoroughly examined. and almost daily someone is trying to throw away their dentures.
My own mom used to hoard those little creamer containers. She would save them up, and then take a bowl out behind the building and dump them in there. From out of nowhere about 20 cats would show up. The staff there got a little ticked off about all the stray cats. I loved it though, it showed what kind of person she was before the disease completely took over.
So my best advice is, mark everything, replace expensive items with look-alike inexpensive items, and don't sweat any of it.
I wish my mom was here one more day so I could help her gather up the creamers myself.
Patty
Ronny TX - 11 Sep 2005 21:03 GMT Re: Breaking things (was: Re: Calling Police) Group: alt.support.alzheimers Date: Sun, Sep 11, 2005, 4:09pm (CDT+5) From: stewartpat@earthlink.net (Pat Stewart) I beg families that move into our AL for persons with dementia not to bring in items of value. I can't tell you how many times our maintenance man has had to pull apart a sink to check the trap for diamond rings, earrings, etc. My suggestion is always to substitute items with things of "lesser" value. Yet they don't always listen, and I feel just awful when something that is a priceless heirloom is gone. I currently have a resident who loves to flush things down her toilet, especially at night. Clothing, food, statues, dolls, everything seems to end up there. The only suggestion we could come up with was to turn off the toilet in the evenings when she is most likely to exhibit this behavior. It's working so far, as long as caregivers go in there at least every two hours to flush.
Then there are the Residents who love to shop. They wander in and out of each others rooms, picking up little things as they go. We keep a jewelry box full of inexpensive necklaces, etc. in a common area. Once a week we go through one lady's room, take back the items and put them back in the community jewelry box. Then the cycle goes round as she takes them back, etc. etc. etc.
Ronny: I like that! :-)
Patty: Don't even want to tell you about dentures and eyeglasses. Every napkin from meals is thoroughly examined. and almost daily someone is trying to throw away their dentures. My own mom used to hoard those little creamer containers. She would save them up, and then take a bowl out behind the building and dump them in there. From out of nowhere about 20 cats would show up. The staff there got a little ticked off about all the stray cats. I loved it though, it showed what kind of person she was before the disease completely took over. So my best advice is, mark everything, replace expensive items with look-alike inexpensive items, and don't sweat any of it. I wish my mom was here one more day so I could help her gather up the creamers myself. Patty
Ronny: Patty,you made my day telling about your Mom,the creamers and your Mom feeding the cats! Thank you! :-)
A R Pickett - 15 Sep 2005 19:49 GMT Pat wrote in part - > My own mom used to hoard those little creamer containers. She would save
> them up, and then take a bowl out behind the building and dump them in > there. From out of nowhere about 20 cats would show up. The staff there > got a little ticked off about all the stray cats. I loved it though, it > showed what kind of person she was before the disease completely took over. What a lovely story! My mother who now rests in peace, was never plagued with dementia, thank goodness. But she would have been a willing helper and co-conspirator with your mom. She loved cats, and was amazingly adept at getting feral cats who hung around her home to trust enough to wear a flea collar, and on a few occasions climb into a cat carrier for a vet visit for spay/neuter and a check up. No one else was able to get close to these cats, they would spook if anyone else even came outside. But my mom would come outdoors and they would stream out of the bushes and overgrown grass to say "hi" to her.
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> I beg families that move into our AL for persons with dementia not to bring > in items of value. I can't tell you how many times our maintenance man has [quoted text clipped - 29 lines] > > Patty Lesanne - 11 Sep 2005 22:13 GMT I relate to heart wrenching. I get Mom's ring out and put it on her when we are going someplace together that I know she will not be out of my view for even a minute. I keep it in a locked cabinet. The most bizarre thing that happened here was when my glasses went missing, and I eventually discovered them on her face under her own pair.
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> Oh man, do I hear you Glenfiddich. > [quoted text clipped - 44 lines] > > Mary Ronny TX - 11 Sep 2005 20:52 GMT Re: Breaking things (was: Re: Calling Police) Group: alt.support.alzheimers Date: Sun, Sep 11, 2005, 4:05am (CDT+5) From: atsila@nyc.RoadRunner.com (Glenfiddich) Re: Breaking things (was: Re: Calling Police) From: sleeplessinwherever@hotmail.com (Lee) must be something about bras .... not only did my MIL take them all (also, ALL socks in the entire world are hers) ... <snip> Ronny: Oh and the spoons. Where have all the spoons gone?! LoL We have plenty of forks,a few knives;but I think only two spoons for eating with! But I can't figure out where Mom has put those?! Guess it's about time for a full fledged housecleaning where every box and bag gets opened and looked into! LoL Either that or need to buy some more spoons!LoL
Glenfiddich: Remember to look inside the pockets of winter coats (if there's a hole, check the lining too), folded jeans, unused shoes and boots, the piano, the vacation suitcases and tent, that forgotten portable typewriter, the box of spare vacuum cleaner bags, the long-unused pots and pans in the back of the cupboard... For thin stuff like vital legal papers, candy wrappers and used Kleenex, check inside cushion covers, sheet music, sleeves of the record and CD collection, inside books oor the TV guide, etc. Pay special attention to tightly screwed up tissues, they may contain jewelry - or maybe last week's spat-out pills. If you don't find the spoons or glasses, assume that they've already walked out of the house at the bottom of the kitchen garbage bag, along with the missing family photos and irreplaceable keepsakes. It's important for your own mental health to not dwell on any losses, but instead to admire the inventiveness of the hiding places. BTW, I never did find where my wife hid her wedding ring. . .
Ronny: I'm sorry to hear you never could find your wife's wedding ring. :-(
And you reminded me good about onething though and that's the garbage!
:-) I've found stuff in there a number of times! I burn our garbage out back in a 50 gallon metal barrel and our trash is in tied up trash sacks mostly. So there have been times I would start the trash burning only to see something that shouldn't be there as the bag burned away! Onetime I remember it was a sheet and maybe something else? Good thing we have plenty of sheets! LoL
I don't know why I keep forgetting to check the garbage? But I do. Probably a good bit of it though is the Yuck! factor in just thinking about having to go through such! LoL
Now a really strange to me part is Mom will put things in the kitchen garbage can that shouldn't be thrown away;but then many times she will have a used paper napkin say and she can't remember where to put that! I'll tell her just to throw it in the kitchen garbage can and by her look I can tell she has no idea where that is. Or she will go to the back screen door,which I have a lock on and push that door out just an inch and push paper towels or banana peeling out through that little crack! LoL I used to get upset about that;but then figured that was something not worth getting upset about. If she could hurt herself or endanger her or me or both of us,then that's onething;but little stuff that hurts or endangers no one is just not worth getting upset about to me.
Lesanne - 11 Sep 2005 22:10 GMT I had to confiscate Mom's wedding ring (which my Father made with his own two hands) because I found it in the toilet. Lucky thing she rarely flushes.
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> >>Re: Breaking things (was: Re: Calling Police) [quoted text clipped - 35 lines] > > BTW, I never did find where my wife hid her wedding ring. . . Jo Ann Malina - 12 Sep 2005 12:52 GMT Lesanne <larnim48@nothotmail.com> is alleged to have said:
> I had to confiscate Mom's wedding ring (which my Father made with his own > two hands) because I found it in the toilet. Lucky thing she rarely flushes. You know, our toilet broke a while back. The rod came out of the flapper ball -- the upshot is, you couldn't flush it by pulling down the handle.
I was going to get it fixed, because the only way to flush was to take the lid off the tank and pull up the flap up with your fingers, then reseat it after the water drains.
So far, I haven't had it fixed. Mom can't figure out how to do it, she just tries to work the handle and then complains. It lets me know what she's trying to flush. It's inconvenient, but the water in the tank is clean, and it beats having to call the Roto Rooter people to clean out the drains.
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Lesanne - 12 Sep 2005 20:29 GMT oh yeah. Good going :). Maybe I will undo the chain.
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> Lesanne <larnim48@nothotmail.com> is alleged to have said: >> I had to confiscate Mom's wedding ring (which my Father made with his own [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > the tank is clean, and it beats having to call the Roto Rooter people > to clean out the drains. Mary_Gordon@tvo.org - 12 Sep 2005 13:37 GMT Another aspect of AD that we found very hard on clothing and furniture etc. was the "picking" and worrying away at things.
She'd find a loose thread on an item of clothing, or even just a piece of fuzz, and pick and pick and pick, pulling threads until an entire area was unravelled or in shreds, full of puckers, the seams opened etc.
Same goes for the arms on chairs. I don't know how many times the padded armrests on her wheel chair had to be replaced. Sometimes I don't even know how she got the picking started, since the arm would be perfectly intact and smooth one week with nothing you'd think she could get hold of, and a week later, she'd have picked off all the vinyl and it would be all cracked and peeling with the stuffing pulled out, and we'd be trying to duct tape it all together until we could get replacements.
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Ronny TX - 10 Sep 2005 01:26 GMT Calling Police Group: alt.support.alzheimers Date: Mon, Sep 5, 2005, 9:05am From: mick_476@comcast.net Do any of you have the problem of them calling the police on you? I am 32 years old and my mom had me when she was 47. She now has Alzheimers.
Ronny: Mick,be glad your Mom still knows how to call the police. It's been a year or two since my Mom actually picked up the phone and dialed the number to call someone she wanted to talk to.
Mick: Last night, I was out at the bars and went home with a woman. I didn't get home until 7 this morning. She has already called the police and had them looking for me. I got pulled over coming home. How embarrassing!
Ronny: LoL Yep,I could see how that might be embarrassing! LoL But hey, embarrassment isn't the end of the world you no. :-) And a few years ago,when my Mom was still in her right mind,I went to a neighboring town I wasn't used to going to,about twice as far away as the usual,so I got home a good bit later than usual and yes,my Mom had called the cops. :-) She was worried about me. The embarrassing part about that was later when I found out some neighbors had police scanners and had been listening in as the local police talked about looking for me! LoL
Mick: This isn't the first time she has done this to me either. She decided one night that she needed me to go to the grocery for her and she called the police to get me out of the bar, instead of calling me. They came into the bar, which has at least a couple hundred in it, and told me to call her. That was really, really embarrassing, especially because I know so many in there!
Ronny: Perhaps she forgot you were at the bar and only thought of it after calling the police and someone there talking to her? Or perhaps she thought the police would get you moving faster? :-) Or perhaps she was just lonely or scared and figured the police would get you moving faster than here simply calling the bar? Mlck: I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency.
Ronny: Good for them. They're right.
And Mick,try not to get so embarrassed over this and that. Hey,things will happen. People understand. Not much you can do about it and all in all it's a little thing in life. Best to save your concerns and energy for the big things.
Octavia - 11 Sep 2005 16:37 GMT I've only had around 2 months experience with my MIL. But from everything I'd heard & everything I've witnessed, I wouldn't dream of leaving her alone.... What are you going to do when your mom goes into the kitchen & decides to cook something (like she picks the one day you forget to pull the knob off stove), forgets it & then burns herself & the house down?
I can fully understand you needing to get out & have some semblance of a life!! But when you do that, please make arrangements for someone to look after your mom while you are gone. Start thinking she is around 2 to 5 years old - hire a babysitter on those nights/days when you need time off.
> Do any of you have the problem of them calling the police on you? I am > 32 years old and my mom had me when she was 47. She now has [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they > cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency. Lesanne - 11 Sep 2005 22:08 GMT You know I am not in favor of someone being aggravated when a Mom that they are living with is concerned and calls the police when they are gone all night, but I kind of think this Mom is not quite to the stage of burning the house down yet maybe.
Now My Mom cannot be left alone for a minute, but she also would not be able to use the phone or speak logically to whomever answered it.
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> I've only had around 2 months experience with my MIL. But from everything > I'd heard & everything I've witnessed, I wouldn't dream of leaving her [quoted text clipped - 25 lines] >> I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they >> cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency. Tumbleweed - 11 Sep 2005 22:35 GMT > You know I am not in favor of someone being aggravated when a Mom that > they are living with is concerned and calls the police when they are gone > all night, but I kind of think this Mom is not quite to the stage of > burning the house down yet maybe. the trouble is, you dont know that they are, until they get to it.....and if you arent with them when they get to it..........
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Evelyn Ruut - 11 Sep 2005 23:03 GMT >> You know I am not in favor of someone being aggravated when a Mom that >> they are living with is concerned and calls the police when they are gone [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > the trouble is, you dont know that they are, until they get to it.....and > if you arent with them when they get to it.......... When we cleaned out Ida's house, you don't want to know how many pots I found with the handles burnt off.
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> email replies not necessary but to contact use; > tumbleweednews at hotmail dot com Lesanne - 12 Sep 2005 00:00 GMT One of the reasons I quit my job when I did was I came home to a house full of smoke. She had put a potato in the microwave to cook for 60 minutes (logical) and went to her bedroom to do something else. My Doberman went and got her and she said PUSHED her into the kitchen when the microwave caught fire. Mom was still lucid most of the time at that point, but needed help cooking early on. I disabled the things that heated and began leaving her a cold lunch for the rest of that school year then resigned at the end of that year. She could still be safely left alone for about two years after that, if precautions were taken. We spent most of that two years traveling. This was the first time I had not had a formal job of some kind since age 16. It was lovely.
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> When we cleaned out Ida's house, you don't want to know how many pots I > found with the handles burnt off. >> >> email replies not necessary but to contact use; >> tumbleweednews at hotmail dot com Lesanne - 11 Sep 2005 23:55 GMT Well, there are hints that the person who is living with them can see. Not that the original poster necessarily was alert to the hints, but truly the Mother's actions say to me (as a nurse) that she is not that far along. She did not call the police while he was somewhere in the home but out of sight, she did it only twice, once when he was gone all night, and once when he was supposed to be bringing something from the store and did not return in a reasonable time. This seems to indicate that she is not particularly impaired at the moment.
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> >> You know I am not in favor of someone being aggravated when a Mom that [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > the trouble is, you dont know that they are, until they get to it.....and > if you arent with them when they get to it.......... Octavia - 12 Sep 2005 16:57 GMT My SIL lives just up the street. For years, she would come down & bring my MIL her medicine (at least 2 to 3 times a day) & check on her, take care of things. I think around 6 months or a year ago, before she was diagnosed, she *twice* happened to come down just in time to find my MIL had been cooking & was just sitting there burning. Once my SIL was doing something elsewhere in the house, like gathering trash or whatever. Smelled something & got back into the kitchen in time - my MIL was burning up something in the micro, smoke alarm blaring & MIL was just standing there staring at it. That was when everything got unplugged, even turned off on the circuit braker. . I believe it that was when she started having barage of tests & was finally diagnosed, I think right before her mini stroke which only compounded the dementia. Of course, in hindsight, looking back at various things, there were signs on the wall - she obviously had dementia working on her for a while, probably from TIAs we suspect. With dementia, from only my brief experiences thus far, and all I've read & been learning, I believe *caution* & not making assumptions is the better part of valor:)
> I've only had around 2 months experience with my MIL. But from everything > I'd heard & everything I've witnessed, I wouldn't dream of leaving her [quoted text clipped - 25 lines] >> I have called the police to talk to them about this and they said they >> cannot ignore her calls because one of them may be a real emergency. Mary_Gordon@tvo.org - 12 Sep 2005 17:38 GMT A collegue at work finally got nudged out of complacency regarding his mother in law living alone when she literally burned her apartment up. Fortunately, no one killed, but the apartment itself was pretty much....toast....pardon for the pun. Kitchen burned up, smoke and water damage throughout the rest. She had left something on the stove and ignitable materials nearby and swhoosh!! The really scary part of people with early mid stage is you just don't know what they'll do in an emergency that might make the situation even worse (i.e. would they know to call for help or get out?).
I look back on my mother in law alone in her own apartment, and suspect we should have had her out of there sooner. She was having breakfast and lunch made by the housekeeper who came in, and was getting a hot meal delivered for dinner by Meals on Wheels, but she WAS alone with appliances in the evening. Long before she moved, she had been having major difficulties with her television, the air conditioner etc. (just couldn't work the controls at all), so leaving her with access to a cooktop, oven, electric kettle, blender, etc. was probably not very smart on our part. She did burn herself on a kettle (reached across the steam to unplug the kettle), but certainly could have done much worse with the cooktop etc.
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Pat Stewart - 13 Sep 2005 06:07 GMT My mom would drive to the grocery store, fill up her cart and a nice young person at the store would put it in the trunk.
Then later on in the afternoon, my mom would drive to the grocery store, fill up her cart and a nice young person at the store would open her trunk and notice that it was already full of food.
It was right about that time that we decided it was time to take her license away and we became responsible for taking her to the store.
Patty
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